Wrekonize feat. Bun B, RiFF RaFF & Jackie Chain - Easy Money (Remix) Lyrics

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Mobb Deep Ft. Bun B & Juicy J - Legendary Lyrics

Mobb Deep Ft. Bun B & Juicy J - Legendary Lyrics:

I feel the blessing even when it's all disguised up
Even when the stress try to pile up
Paper in my hand give me wild rush
Reminiscing on wild us and rolling the miles up
So [?] I'm never putting the pound up
Let 'em hate, bitch, I built it from ground up
I hold the fort down, nigga, know what?
You could see it in the lives that my sound touched
I make money, take money, my aim hungry
Spit a verse, it ain't nothing short of a green [?]
Bucketlist complete, I did a song with Bun B
And Juicy J, who the fuck fucking with me?
I think nada, lame rappers you make me gog up
The part, depart these niggas like I'm shooting commas
State your business or forever hold your peace
Go 'head with that bullshit, motherfucker, I'm sweet

Got damn, who would've thought it would've been me?
Street legend that came up with a pen, G
16 bars to get me out the ghetto
And I always kept it real with the people, I never settle
There's a lot of folks depending on me to lead 'em the right way
Instead of listening to what the radio might play
Some real game for somebody that did it
We be breaking it all the way down so anybody could get it
And I gotta admit it, the road was buffy
Hand-to-hand combats, sometimes I live lovely
You can't win every fight, but you gotta fight though
Just make sure when you [?] right, bro
You don't go in thinking you making history
But looking back in retrospect it ain't no mystery
Nobody ain't ever did what we did then
And ain't nobody to do it again, nigga, we legendary

Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, nothing you can tell us
Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, all we do is kill it

Whole life we grinding for the dough
And leave behind a legacy, the legend of it too
It's not an urban myth, no, we are the truth
If anybody gon' do it know we gon' do
Whole life we grind so hard to stay official
And make them niggas hating back [?] tissue
They shit you 'til they stomach, fuck 'em
I ain't never loved 'em
Peace to my niece, they ain't never pulled no dumb shit
Peace to the youth, the young soldiers in the street
[?] to the money, they reminding me of me
When you get get that, better keep that, better not let that drop
Cause someone gon' be right there then take your spot
We got our lane mastered, yeah, we got it locked
My haters wanna be blasted, man, they better stop
For shit get good, you could see his guts
And it's too late to serve you, they can't get you mopped

You see these gold chains of slavers, never had that, made papers
Yeah, I came from the basement, but now I vacate in Vegas
I could sell out in your state, nigga, just to make a statement
Nah, nigga, stay high and bitch I'm with is high maintance
Homie, play me if you wanna, I got all my goons on
We gon' catch a body,but you gon' catch a tombstone
You don't got no hustle, you get cut off like cute bones
Been about crutons, bro, that's why the roof gone
We still coming up, that's what my dollar say
Ain't about no guap then stop, homie, we can't conversate
Mobb Deep and Juicy J been balling harder than Doctor Jay
Broke niggas what we can't tolerate
Got that movie money, model chick came out jacuzzi money
Be that nigga ass, now you wanna sue me money
Still in this bitch, waking up at 5:46 in the morning
Money calling, never stop

Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, nothing you can tell us
Legendary niggas, we some legendary niggas
Legendary niggas, all we do is kill it

Who the fuck is you and what the fuck do you know?
Where the hell did you come from and where the fuck you going?

Styles P - Yo Trill Sheet Ft. Bun B Lyrics

Styles P - Yo Trill Sheet Ft. Bun B Lyrics:

[Verse: 1 Styles P]
Fuck BDS, I BMF on these niggas
I’m like CVS, I Got the pharmacy
I lay you out in EMS
If you acting like, a bitch nigga PMS ho shit
One eye open CBS in the fight to the death you don’t need a ref
If your heart stops nigga you don’t need a breath
And the movie just started you should see the rest
Cock sucka, so come and get some front row seats
You talking shit then you don’t really want yo teeth
You couldn’t find a nigga that’ll want this beef
D-Block wild niggas we jump police
I aught a ride around in the hearse
Killing Motherfuckers and its only getting worse
Heading to the connect I’m only getting work
You fucking with the Ghost then you only getting merked

[Hook x2]
Trill Shit UGK and D-Block
This that Yonkers Trill shit
Reputation certified
Trill shit UGK and D-Block
Talk shit and you get hit up with the G lock

[Verse:2 Bun B]
Trill nigga fuck a fuck nigga fuck a bitch
Them gladiators on deck it’s no sucka shit
And it’s no sucka punches nigga I ain’t stealing on you
Walk up on face to face drop you then I’m peeling on you
Its full throttle bitch im all hands no bottle
You male model bitch I’m all man no bravo
My reputation certified I’m known wherever I go
So fuck around and get dumped in the back of your own tahoe
I’m back at it bitch and I got the ghost with me
And I got the toast with me who the fuck gonna boast with me
Keep ya dick sucker shut when I’m with my people
And you can pause and no homo that all the fuck you need to
But the fact remains I’m getting at you when I see you
And if we don’t see eye to eye them I’ma leave you see through
Talk shit and you get hit up with that G Lock
This that Yonkers trill shit UGK and D-Block

[Hook]
Trill Shit UGK and D-Block
This that Yonkers Trill shit
Reputation certified
Trill shit UGK and D-Block
Talk shit and you get hit up with the G lock

[Verse:3 Styles P]
I can tattoo a couple tear drops
Drop tears powder on my hand while my ears pop
Like Tony Montana with a bandanna
Riding like doe when they shot Ricky
Don’t even light it up if it’s not sticky
You don’t even get a pass if you not with me
Right before the game it’s the shoot around
Right before you go to cop the cane pull the hoop around
Better watch it for cops or state troopers round
Lot a niggas is snitching but shit what’s new in town?
You gonna do it better do it now
You don’t get it done nigga 1 you a loser now

[Hook x2]
Trill Shit UGK and D-Block
This that Yonkers Trill shit
Reputation certified
Trill shit UGK and D-Block
Talk shit and you get hit up with the G lock

Childish Gambino - R.I.P. ft. Bun B Lyrics

Childish Gambino - R.I.P. ft. Bun B Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Bun-B]
Late ass nights come from long days
Doin’ all the right things in the wrong ways
Doin’ all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin’ midnight game, call it night seasoning
Haters get salty give ‘em cholesterol
Trill O.G, mop up the floor with the best of y’all
Then dry that bitch off with the rest of y’all
And catch a flight to Rio de Janero for la festival
Yeah, and that’s word to fit a baldy
Ball hard like I see menace out of my Spalding
And I’ll break your face with a no look pass
Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
I use harsh words cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people, nowadays they’re such a hard find
So it’s when I open if I could keep ‘em
And one on the scope, so if they frontin’ I can sleep ‘em
Man, my flow is so parabolic
The energy’ll blow you over even if you’re Broly
Goddamn it, now that’s one for the Googlers
That fell sleep on they desk and never step their noogle up
Takin’ lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this shit is figurin’ which of you to bust
Then step your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Chris Luda reppin’ CNC
Straight G

[Hook x2]
There’s somethin’ inside you
It’s hard to explain
They’re talking about you boy
But you’re still the same

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggas, that’s a sad song
Cry a river Timberlake, the whole industry
Record the whole album in my living room in Italy
Niggas who wasn’t feelin’ me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all lames get to steppin’
Drop a new track all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web, man these niggas need they hits up
Kiss her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not “slut,” fuck a dude who says so
Just because she fuckin’ doesn’t mean she not a lady
Kill the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar, fuckin’ tired of Skype sex
Runnin’ with a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, that big country
Nigga please! We ain’t stop for no one
Wu-Tang Generator name, I’m a shōgun
Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of shit, but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the game is ballet
So graceful; drive, he don’t need a valet
So angel: fly as I wanna be
Mercy, somebody show these niggas can’t hurt me
Woah

[Hook x2]

Bun B - Stop Playin ft. Royce Da 5'9 & Redman Lyrics

Bun B - Stop Playin ft. Royce Da 5'9 & Redman Lyrics:

[Bun B]
I'm the one-man army: Bun B
I've never been taken out
I keep emcees breaking out
I'll bring your real rap back and
Taking the faking out
I'm clearing all the bullshit out the way
To make a vacant route
OK, now let the real niggas roll through
It's going for you new niggas and the old too
It was some bullshit then and it's some bullshit now
So I'm just tryna keep the bullshit down
They say the rap game needs balance to keep it level
Just like the EQ with the bass, mid, and treble
And yeah that's true, but if you wanna point blame
Just be careful about the motherfucking way you aim
You blame radio, internet, and politics
But see, we all really know it's just a pile of shit
You not playing cause your music ain't hitting
The people don't like you, stop hating, start quitting muthafucka!

[Hook - Bun B]
You saying you the man, that's the key to you
Because we knowing what you did and what you didn't do
It's not the shit you say, It's the shit you not saying
You know better, show better, step it up and stop playing
Stop playing

[Royce]
Niggas be lying, talking about they busted heater
Once I see him, they be more like Justin Bieber
Leave it, my rivals under ground like SkyZoo's how I do
I have em laying on the ground bleeding
Butt naked with a bullet in his motherfuckin head
Like Erykah Badu
I find irony in being in the place where
I'm wearing Gucci, mane, getting white boy wasted
I tell a nigga break bread or take lead
I'm trying to get rid of this weight: K-Fed
Me and Bun got the gangsta ?
We like that once-in-a-lifetime fame, to you the ?
I'm not a fan of no man, I'm not Stan
Flow like Viagra, that's why they go "god damn!"
I rip it up in the kitchen like pots and pans
I'm godlike, when I'm praying I should stand

[Hook - Bun B]

[Redman]
No rapper can rap quite like I can
Now take your best-known rapper and make him my fan
I'm the man homeboy, been running the block
I make you say "Go Reggie" and do the wop
And I'm Doc, the niggas are hating
My flow and your swag? It don't relate
Cause I'm grrreat! Jewels like Frosted Flakes
Light-skinned, just one shade darker than Drake
I hold weight when the camera rolling
It's like golf how I got the US Open
Nigga I'm nice, I see you scoping
Think twice before you move that close in
That's my dosage, call me tomorrow
Look so fly when you call me a barber
Everything I write, call me the author
Baby I'm back, sorry I lost ya

B.o.B - 5 On The Kush Lyrics (Ft. Bun B & Big K.R.I.T.)

B.o.B - 5 On The Kush Lyrics (Ft. Bun B & Big K.R.I.T.):

Bun B:

5 on the Kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club n*ggas can’t think x5

B.o.B:

Yeah, Yeah, HaHa

I say I throw to the side
Like a lateral
I swear tonight I’m doing major damage
Is collateral
50 on the potion
100 on the smoking
Panoramic roof
But we ride in slow motion
Patron pass to ya
Top self we toasted
Top models
Tops poppin off kelly rowland
Its whatever I never let up
I never feel better
A house for the freaks
And ill never say never
My seats all leather
My jackets all leather
Got peter pissed off cause my pillow full of feathers
Since day one I stay down like a celler
Bun B, KRIT BoB we some F**kin trend setters

Bun B:
5 on the kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club n*ggas can’t think x5

Big K.R.I.T.:

Ok I roll up to the club
I pull up to the mother f**kin top
Got some hoes with a whippin bit on top
Woofers in my cusion (?)
DJ on the dash
If I want it then I cop

Its G a ho x2
And she a ho

A sheep n*gga leave alone
What u pop pills for
So high in the sky we crakin windows
And this the end tho

Bun B:

5 on the kush
20 on the Drinks
So floated in the club n*ggas can’t think x5

Mac Miller - All That Ft Bun B Lyrics

Mac Miller - All That Ft Bun B Lyrics:

[bun b]
the people think it’s all about the fame
and the money and the status and the game
but it’s deeper than all that

[mac miller]
they just want the women and the cars
getting high so they can chill with some stars
but it’s deeper than all that

[bun b]
they thinking that it’s all about the shows
and the chains hanging down on your clothes
but it’s deeper than all that

[mac miller]
we’re here to change the world with this thing called rap
homie, believe me, it’s all that

[verse 1 - bun b]
i got that money on my mind, the grind
and the ability, the knowledge and the know-how
stamina and agility
soon as i step in the facility these haters start
testing my civility, i’m telling you
they killing me. some of them feeling me
and some of them be grilling me but
i just blow my kush smoke up to the ceiling g
yeah, and take a toke of the swisher smoke
they got the paint and the brush, but not the picture, loc
what is an emcee if he can’t rap?
just a monkey with a mic just waiting to get slapped
what is a dj if he can’t scratch?
the one rotten apple that’s spoling the whole bag
what is a b-boy if he can’t break?
might as well do the dougie or even the harlem shake
and what is a graffiti artist if he don’t tag?
no homophobia, but he’s a fag
cause it’s deeper than all that..

[hook]

[verse 2 - mac miller]
one time for the world cause we do it for y’all
that logo light up in the sky when the studio call
moving the crowd, get em loud without a gimmick
spit with a golden ticket, i’m whipping it up in minutes
my feet up in this game
rapping even made a ?
don’t worry about the critics
if it’s happening now, forget it
for my heart is where i give it
stay thinking about the future
when i’m rich, i’mma call my mom before i call the movers
these haters are just losers
hate to see you winning
gave my ? the beginning
i’m in it for extra innings
here to change the world like a change clothes
wouldn’t mind a little bankroll, pesos
but i”m right here for way more
what is somebody if they can’t love?
a hater.. someone give em a hug
we here to change the world with this thing called rap
and homie, believing is all that..

Lil Wayne: Tha Carter IV Complete Album Lyrics

Lil Wayne: Tha Carter IV Complete Album Lyrics

Tha Carter IV is the upcoming ninth studio album by American rapper Lil Wayne aka Lil Tunechi. The album was originally intended to be released on May 16, 2011, but had its release date rescheduled several times and now has the  current release date of August 29, 2011. The album has an all star guest of features. LYRICS BELOW.

Tracklist

1. Intro Lyrics

2. Blunt Blowin Lyrics

3. MegaMan Lyrics

4. 6 Foot 7 Foot Lyrics (featuring Cory Gunz)

5. Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

6. She Will Lyrics (featuring Drake)

7. How To Hate Lyrics (featuring T-Pain)

8. Interlude Lyrics (performed by Tech N9ne & Andre 3000)

9. John Lyrics (featuring Rick Ross)

10. Abortion Lyrics

11. So Special Lyrics (featuring John Legend)

12. How To Love Lyrics

13. President Carter Lyrics

14. It's Good Lyrics Lyrics (featuring Drake and Jadakiss)

15. Outro Lyrics (performed by Bun B, Nas, Shyne and Busta Rhymes)

Deluxe Edition Bonus Tracks

16. I Like The View Lyrics (featuring Bruno Mars)

17. Mirror Lyrics

18. Two Shots Lyrics
iTunes Bonus

19. Up Up and Away Lyrics
Target Bonus
20. Novacane Lyrics
21. I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics (featuring Birdman)

Lil Wayne - Outro Lyrics (Ft. Bun B, Nas, Shyne, Busta Rhymes)

Lil Wayne - Outro Lyrics (Ft. Bun B, Nas, Shyne, Busta Rhymes):

bun b: 
yeah... when i step in the spot, motherfuckers say "who that?" 
big bun b, but you already knew that 
live from the state where they chop it and screw that 
you hatin' on the trill og, where they do that? (for real!) 
motherfuckers need to get off the dick, man 
fall the fuck back like a bike with no kickstand 
get out my mix man, just go' get you stuck 
deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!) 
no tricks, man, those is for kids 
cushion, my cigar, and hoes in the crib 
drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge 
you fuckin' with da so you know what it is 
i'm sittin on the fours that clack 
comin' down candy in the golden 'lac 
we gettin' to the money like it's goldman sachs 
and we do it for the pimps that are holding back.. let's go! 

nas: 
look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin' qb till the death of him 
that nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like kanye west and em 
track record goes back to "the essence", smack adolescents who ask who the best is 
i'm nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, i pass it, you gaspin' for breath and you die fast 
but i'm like a gastric bypass, ???? actors seemed to get typecast in the same role 
since 16 i ain't grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white range rov' 
tats on my body like an art exhibit, i did real good for a private nigga 
was once a bacardi sipper, now it's chandon, fat blunts in the car with strippers
guns in compartments hidden, i was real young, little youth, a novice nigga 
blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food's digested 
pow pow, with my shooters are techs that'll bust louder than the noise that i just spit 
let's get one thing straight that my crown ain't for testin'... testin' 
chop heads off like king henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch! 
i'm a king in this thing, don't be dumb 
been in this shit since '91 
niggas can't fuck with the style i use 
your fate is sealed, no heidi klum 
calm now, was a wylin' dude, studied cowards that made power moves 
watched wild planet seen lions devour food, you can say that's how i move 
a monster nigga, and i don't really like doing songs with niggas 
there go my nigga wayne, let them niggas hate 
or like my nigga drake say "we ain't got time to respond to niggas" 

shyne: 
i'm a villain, i'm a villain, all that happens in the street 
poverty and desperation made me everything i be 
i'm a shotta, when i pop up with them poppers burn ya block up 
call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over gotham