DJ Kay Slay Feat. French Montana, Rico Love, Chinx, Gooney, Sheek Louch & Styles P - Keep Calm (Remix) Lyrics

DJ Kay Slay Feat. French Montana, Rico Love, Chinx, Gooney, Sheek Louch & Styles P - Keep Calm (Remix) Lyrics:

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Styles P - Black Diamond (Intro) Ft. Jadakiss Lyrics

Styles P - Black Diamond (Intro) Ft. Jadakiss Lyrics:

So more or less
Know what I mean? We had to go to Cali
We had to take a trip over to LA
You should work, work on the album
Top 5, dead or alive
And my whole time on the plane
I just like..
After we get the work done or before we get the work done
It’s mandatory that I bring my man that fear facts
That’s all that was on my mind, we gotta hit fear facts
I don’t care if it’s one day after the studio
Before we go to the studio
Well, we gotta hit fear facts
Cuz we gotta go to the diamonds supply
Cuz that’s what’s hittin’ right now
And once we got the fear facts
I’ve seen brock
They let us go in the back where the inventory is
Just get big brown bags and get right
I was feelin’ so fresh I went back the next day
They wouldn’t let me spend a dime
They wouldn’t let me buy a lunch
They wouldn’t let me do nothing
They just said go ahead, go get anything you want again
If this ain’t the fuckin’ diamond life, what is?

Styles P - Gripping Over Here Ft. French Montana & Pusha T Lyrics

Styles P - Gripping Over Here Ft. French Montana & Pusha T Lyrics:

[Intro]
Throw something up fools
It’s all about the money
Gotta notice
Word

[Verse 1]
Probly backin’ up at motorway
All hoopty but we just put the motor in
It’s the whip, them niggas yelling y’all away
Gun under my arm like it’s deodorant
Bullet ‘bout as big as a candy put a sodder in
End up in the trunk of a car that got O definitive
I don’t sip the liquor, I take a go
Fuckin’ with a nigga, that’s strong enough to fix a ho
44 long cuz Shorty was all wrong
Thought he was thugged but now his face is all wrong
I don’t care about their fam, I’ll make them 4 more
There were Biggie and Sean, closets, taking bullets home
On the phone with the chit (word) crissed out bitches
And ace holes, it’s money in my name like mace though
Body broad daylight, nigga no case though
Fuck the funny money niggas, I get strayed up

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 2]
Got a line of the dope from this bitch named Tammy
Tammy’s from Miami, round all the nose Camy
Bronze tanned on ‘er like I’m walkin’ with the Grammy
Ex nigga popty flop and turned Sammy
I ain’t for the bull
Sign of a setup then a trigger’s getting pulled
Thinkin’ that it’s thrilla when my nigga turned wolves
Do as Simon says like the ’95 chug
All red on, death row chain
MGM fight night, Orlando was to blame
Outcome was the same
Death on arrival, death to my rivals
Empty out the clips, spin a nigga like a spiral
Yea, that’s the stairway to heaven nigga
On my big shit, waitin’ on the seven nigga
Order cocaine white like a wet nigga
The king’s stuntin’ on these peasant niggas

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

[Verse 3]
It’s like bringin’ ‘round the Rosay
Hand on the bottle, sit back and get cozy
Still killin’ that white bitch OJ
Knockin’ home comin’ from Kanye, Coldplay
It was me and Jose in the hallway
House full of dope with the punk by the doorway
True story, niggas is true for me
But I ride out, you heard more than a few stories
I while out, throw you off of a 2-story
Nigga, just to break your leg
Your connect got the work, nigga tryna break an egg
Yea, so hurry up and get it poached
Get the feds, get the light when you’re fuckin’ with the dope
Catch me in LA fuckin’ with the smoke
Or maybe in San Fran with an OG nigga that used to get it on pan am
Wut?

[Hook x2]
Niggas talkin’ like they got something for me
Nigga you and what army? Dawg
Niggas grippin’ over here
Hit you with a hundred then I blow a little air

Styles P - Poppin Bottles Ft. Uncle Murda Lyrics

Styles P - Poppin Bottles Ft. Uncle Murda Lyrics:

[Intro]
Yea, pop that bottle my nigga
Yo pass that dust my nigga
Fuck that, let’s light this shit up
Put your ice on my nigga you look good
Watch out for them stick up kids though
Shit’s going down, ya dig?

[Hook]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup

[Verse 1]
Yea, ice over a thousand thou
You poppin’ bottles and blowin’ loud
You throwin’ it up, you summer style
LV everything, brand new age up
Low a homie sure it came with the safe belt
Cuz the jap boys, ‘bout to make this ice melt
Pretty pictures all over you
When you leave the club, shit is all over for you
They be stashed between the Benz and the Rover for you
They ain’t even get that drunk, they stay sober for you
See that bitch he was dancing’ with?
Gassed you up on some you was looking handsome shit
And now they got you on some real and some shit
You gon die if you don’t motherfuckin’ answer shit
A pretty bitch with the jack boy girlfriend
I see money and bitches that make your world end

[Hook]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup

[Verse 2]
You need to ring the bells, you get mad though
Got the cars and the bitches, niggas the clap though
You connected over the map though
Niggas in the hood know that you be getting crack though
You want that label, you boss nigga
You can put ‘em on or get ‘em off nigga
You can sell ‘em hard or sell ‘em soft nigga
The first minute you slip, you off nigga
The corpse nigga
Would about six feet deep or popping bottles in the hood spot
Coming through with a good chain, good watch
She’da wore a goodie and a Glock in the G shop
Cuz the B’s pop and the C’s pop
I’m all good , it’s the OG from D block
Watch when you party and you shine on ‘em
Stick up kids with bodies and they got 9’s on ‘em

[Hook]
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs (puff puff pass)
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup
Popping the bottles, sight full of dogs
The club look dark like nigga
Pull out the ice bright nigga
But watch for the stick up kids right in the cup

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

Azealia Banks - Nathan Ft Styles P Lyrics

Azealia Banks - Nathan Ft Styles P Lyrics:

[Azealia Banks]
What up, what up?
Do you motherfuckers
Wanna gamble with your luck?
Better roll four, five, six
Then up and up
I'mma roll head, crack trips
You got the nuts?
I'mma call your bluff like
"I'm next, small talk"
Never turn the big bucks
Fine man, fuck got they
Hand and with a fucking fine man
Smoke a lotta ciga
Do a nigga have to bust this nigga?
I don't wanna slump this nigga
I don't wanna dump this nigga
I don't wanna lunch this nigga
I don't wanna hit your little goon
In the chest and the stomach
Douche gut this nigga
You don’t really want this nigga

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
(Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan)

[Styles P]
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Fuck is y'all anticipating?
That will make me just lose my patience
Grab a gun and just strip you naked
No KONY, no island
Phony nigga, you was never wildin'
Warrior nigga, I'm forever styling
No trying, four five 'em
We looking for 'em, I'm lying
Two guns up, I'm riding
You ain't looking for me, I ain't hiding
Ain’t the park nigga, no sliding
You could see saw, see a sawed-off or C4
“Bom Pow!"
Nigga Batman words
"Where the juice?"
Nigga gat man words
"Where's the bread?"
Nigga fat man words
"Where's the block?"
Nigga crack man words
Ya niggas, ya niggas
Can't fuck with my niggas
That's my word
Yeah it's Ghost
And Azealia Banks
Go head nigga
You can feel that shank
Go head nigga
Just light your dank
Mind your business
And drink your drink
Yeah!

[Azealia Banks]
Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Ketchup
I’m hot, dog
Frankfurters get Nathan
Bur-relish hating
Trust me, I pop off
Ain’t one of ya'll
None of ya’ll gonna make it
Spread you like Mustard
Don’t trust em'
Burn em', boil em'
Grill em', bake em'
Nada, no problem
Zero, zilch em', vacant
It’s nothing- Nathan
Back to the basics, poppin' Aces
Poker face, I’ll pop your face in
You already know I got this blazin'
Back up with that cocky statement
Don’t make me have to cock my favorite
How you want it, roof or basement?
Birds Eye view or bottom lake it
How bout gon strip to make it?
Stripped em naked, stripped the bacon
Left this muthafucka with his pistol shaking
Racy like eight Jamaicans
Bust your nigga Grape and
I scraped his Raisin
Kept my cool and I held my patience
I bet your boy becomes a Trauma patient
I bet your boy ease up the Combination
If you ain’t talking money
Skip the conversation

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Styles P - Hoody Season Lyrics

Styles P - Hoody Season Lyrics:

Tired of springs …cause the weather broke
Yeah money and guns, we go to get them both to spot with my hoody on
Making sure I stay awake, blunt after blunt after blunt
So I stay in …
They say money talk so I should have spoke
Mind nigga to the day I die, nigga, to the oath
Old rapper, new rapper, get smoked like the dutchie and the blue rapper
That’s the motherfucking engineer, a nigga harder than me that’s send them head
I put the hoody on, pull the drawer strings
Give it a second, you hear the phone rings
And I don’t mean the … cellphone
Salute to the nigga that call a cell home
You know the goal’s to hold it down know
Hoody season put a coward on the ground know

Keep it real g, and the hoodies…
Pop the shit off, cause it’s hoody season
Hoody season nigga… X 2
Zip up pull over

Keep it G like the alphabet upper case
Your …pigs, stay the fuck away
All I know is 4 kilos is a buck a day
This is more than you talk but fuck what a sucker say
Police coming through then it’s tucked away
If not, 3 words, duck or pay
Airshit, like the night people
You can get it for the low you know the right people
The day time’s cool but the night’s evil
Dream weed, white coke and white diesel
Niggas all up in the mix, niggas used to have grams
Now we all up in the bricks,
Polo hoody and the Jordan hoody
Got it down town cocaine.. hoody
Champion and the night hoody
Are all black murder one likely hoody
… I got all types of hoodies
… old and the new hoody
Even got the shooters in the red and the blue hoodies

Keep it real g, and the hoodies…
Pop the shit off, cause it’s hoody season
Hoody season nigga… X 2

Fabolous - B.E.T. Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P Lyrics

Fabolous - B.E.T. Ft. Jadakiss & Styles P Lyrics:

[verse 1: jadakiss]
chrome thing on me, chrome on the lotus
i don't trust a motherfucking soul, and you know this
cause all these niggas be having is ulterior motives
it be the ones closest to you that hit you the lowest
that's why you gotta watch niggas like b.e.t
little stupid niggas, they ain't got their g.e.d
but they'll do anything for a fee
and damn near anything for a ki
yeah, so i keep em in my rearview
you acting like you ready to die

[styles p]
be prepared to

[jadakiss]
they gonna think you had a deal with nike, i'm air you
coming through, knocking that black rob

[styles p]
i dare you, yeah

[jadakiss]
i'll send flowers to your wake

[styles p]
i'll park a hundred and six bullets in your face

[jadakiss]
i got a bunch of roxies and frees with me
i even gotta watch the niggas that be with me

[hook: fabolous]
gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
friends at a distance, enemies close
sometimes the ones you call friends be who envy the most

[verse 2: fabolous]
you gotta watch niggas, b.e.t
you keep your gun every day, i got my g.e.d
everything's believable, anything's possible
don't take it from me, ask the niggas in the hospital
you holding up your right hand on the stand
and then you put your right hand in the can
friends like that, who needs enemies?
i'm fucking successful, it do breed enemies
talking all that fly shit lead to gunplay
tear your ass apart, rip the runway
i ain't with none of the sucker shit that they be with
want you to pick em up all the time, that's baby shit
that's why when i breeze past, i'm with a broad
that reminds you of free's ass at the awards
my advice? get your money, don't let it change you
and don't trust shit -- even the devil was an angel

DMX - World’s Greatest Lyrics (ft Jadakiss, Styles P, Sheek Louch, Swizz Beatz, Drag On & Murda Mook)

DMX - World’s Greatest Lyrics (ft Jadakiss, Styles P, Sheek Louch, Swizz Beatz, Drag On & Murda Mook):

[Hook]

It’s the world’s greatest
(Ruff Ryders)
Make you throw your bike’s up
Make you rep your hood, now scream
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

I think I’m getting why these muthaf-ckers hate me
‘Cause I’ve been putting pressure on errything lately
And I’m here pressure bust pipes kinda easy
With that being said I apologize to BP
But to the rest of yall it’s no courtesy
I’m not a ? none of you burden me
Next generation at the double R lights up
Ii’m the next nigga that’s gon’ make ‘em throw they bikes up
I literally had million’s watching me
On the stage turning dudes to a mockery
Get it, copy with me with no ?
This niggas is chickens and beef steady talkin’ bout they go HAM
You confused you meat lover
I got Swizz feelin’ like Dre when he made Deep Cover
I’m the next Double R meal ticket
Make like a deck of cards nigga, deal wit’ it!

[Hook]

[Drag On]

My flow dope like the methadone clinic
Pull on the Phantom when you see a don in it
Glove box you might see the Kuran in it
Underneath the firearm, am I wrong with it
I drop the roof to be captured by the sun
Relay my bars and remastered every one
Nigga’s wonderin’ where the f-ck Drag at?
I’m on Twitter hittin’ everybody back
Drag to the dash I aint back to claim shit
I still got the same crown I first came wit’
If I had to do it all again, I wouldn’t change shit
Now I’ma shine when the rain get thick nigga

[Hook:]

[Sheek Louch]
Donnie G, ayo
All the pretty girls go round the ouside
Porsche or Range Rover meet me in the ride
Windows on jet black you ain’t gotta hide
Donnie, Razor Ramone, Bobby Backlund
This my throne cranberry silver patron, they love me
Hat back like I’m 15 face clean
Nice blue jeans sitting on the Louie
I used to run base and I don’t mean that
A long way from Dr Jays and Conways
I still like hoodrats some Beyonces
Pop off you aint’ ever seen Ak’s
Top down, Eddie Levert and the old J’s (whoa)
Donnie killin’ that UFO
It took a little while but Donnie gon blow
Hater seen Sheek nope, Donnie on the go
Might as well call me butter cause Donnie on a roll

[Hook]

[Jadakiss]
Ayo, personally I think I’m underrated if nothing else
I ask around, they you Jada is something else
Muthaf-ck who they know it’s the kid with the diesel bars and cool aid flow
It’s a couple dudes I aint got rid of yet
But it aint no rush, niggas is butt like the back of the cigarette
Holla when it’s time for the blood to get spilled
I only negotiate for thugs to get killed
Hustler, artist, CEO, on the low, blowin’ strawberry Kiwi dro
Sling cane til they cut off my hands, other than that
I’ma spit pain til they cut off my glands
Got work all over the stove
Gettin’ money all over the globe
In the Range all over road
Cribs and the whips is lavish
Double R mob life, kiss…

[Hook]

You know me, playing kiss with your bitch
She can call time, running trio on ya bitch
Shoot ‘em in the mouth, bet you he aint gon snitch
F-ckin’ with 3 bad niggas
Telling your girl full of tea bag niggas
She’s wavvy we crazy
ADHD, know where the weight be
On the scale with the guns off safety
Eyes hazy, money mansion Mercedes
Surrounded by killers, OG, crack babies
Loading up the nine, dont say a dime
Two blunts in the Watson 749
Red wine avocado, salad with the lambs
cilantro head honcho, rocking the poncho
Way out in Mexico, 10 for the bird let you place the decimel
Turn ya ass vegetable

[Hook]

[DMX]
You the next nigga, I’m the ex nigga
Name still ringing bells so f-ck the rest nigga
I do this shit for real
Y’all niggas is acting, I’m old school like Andre the giant and Bob Backlund
Cats aint never been able to ever
F-ck with the dawg, whatever the weather
I come through, niggas bow down like Muslims praying
I’m just tryna understand what these fools are saying
Don’t make me, somebody better take me outta here
This is what it came down to, f-ck outta here
Cats gotta fear, a nigga like me
I come through in beast mode from New York to AZ
Bitch you fucking crazy, thinking Dog aint got it
Dog gon hit it, as soon as y’all slide
I’ma scratch to the death, til there’s half of ‘em left
I’ma last of ‘em left, til the last of my breath

[Hook]

Lloyd Banks - Predator ft. Styles P Lyrics

Lloyd Banks - Predator ft. Styles P Lyrics:

the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

horses like the dirty …i am spitting .. give too much space
like the abducted .. i want it all like people me and …
i am getting in the car see the top is always ..
i am not the one in . you mean i am .. bitches and …
she jogging she is in the car with me she take me shopping
she trip me .. living out of my fathers hopes

chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

all the folks use to think i was a piece of shit
used to beat crack money then i got my ..
i ain’t just holding this gun i am sleeping with it
.. put it down outside
now is room service for dinner
i ain’t even tell you .. for dinner
.. my niggers left like .. entrepreneur .. actors
leave you a car for a .. me and banks got our eyes on the ..

chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

i am the best thing .. my haters
.. gangster favor our baby born .. family problem
.. kicking with some .. get the money
.. hope my enemies don’t get none
.. side ways .. cool grammy bitches ..
competition and shook them right off the map

chorus
the sky is great
is like is everyday
the town is full of …
make me feel a certain way
hoping that some sushi put me in some ..
my eyes on the money the only reason i am gonna keep on
and i am back in the zone and is funny
.. the cologne …i am back …
hope the shit from my .. don’t become me

Immortal Technique - Black Vikings Lyrics (Ft. Styles P, Vinnie Paz & Poison Pen)

Immortal Technique - Black Vikings Lyrics (Ft. Styles P, Vinnie Paz & Poison Pen):

[verse 1: immortal technique]
back like i was locked up, putting in work
burning through books like nazi's in a catholic church
i'm cursed like cain when he murdered his brother
cut your face off and wear it while i'm fucking your mother
i'm mars ultor, the avenger, the god of war
and if you don't believe in me, i doubt you believe in god at all
i breathe smokeless fire, the gin type
that'll make you hate the way that allah made you to live life
like hindu, niggers, who be bleaching their skin white
other people's teeth in my hands after a fist fight
i was born with a sixth sense and a swift right
skin wear wolves [?] will rape demons at midnight
sell your kids into slavery after we murder you
or sacrifice them in the same fire we burnin' you
barbarian funeral, nigger, you wanna know?
damn the river, bury me, and let the water flow

[verse 2: styles p]
cut the nose off, the ears off, the whole head
immortal and ghost coming, code red
you never seen a black barbarian
warrior, warlord, pussy, cut your balls off
more bodies come, more bodies hauled off
what you want the sword and get shit sawed off
you don't need an axe in it
and i'm breaking your back because your spine needed a crack in it
you bugging me, i'm coming to fumigate
the wolverine, the sabre tooth, the way that i mutilate
i'm like the viking [?]
except i got black skin and both of my eyes in
don't test him, please don't stress him
he'll hang you from a tree with your own intestines
how'd you wanna die? make your own suggestion
now talk to the lord and make your own confession

[verse 3: vinnie paz]
you pussies living in a movie theatre
put the motherfucking spell on you like [?]
chop his motherfucking head like a ruthless leader
guns drawn in a church service, shoot the preacher
we need to be godly to know allah
ain't no rappers eating around me, like a broken jaw
it ain't ever been a day that i ain't broke the law
what you think i hold a motherfucking toaster for?
i ain't going there, there's police in that room
and vinnie walk around with bags of dust like a vacuum
bury you under the earth inside a black tomb
my body covered in dadhichi and stab wounds
i'm a guerilla, barbarians is my ancestors
that's a part of my neurological transmitters
we islamic and brought the story of [?] with us
while we brought the motherfucking blam blam with us

Styles P - We Don't Play Ft. Lloyd Banks Lyrics

Styles P - We Don't Play Ft. Lloyd Banks Lyrics:

Niggers we don’t play, we in the problems the worst way
We’ll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday
You ain’t got no bizness around here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling, well fuck that
I’ma play the villain, fuck that
All money’s good money we niggaz stealin’
Small money, tall money, nigger we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the dough

Need on icepick … like a rock hard to drop like spider man
Punk the hoes up, hop inside the rider van
…for a couple dollars…
Drive … street lords knowledge of a college man
All mighty dollars get you dead make your mama plan
Nothing like this…I’ma make the … dance
No fly zone, you won’t get a steady chance
Show … make your hoes bitch and skinny pants
I’m wear … so my haters can’t stand me, jam me
Running niggers over like Brandy
Motherfucker … give me weed and eye candy
Coca cola doodle, pussy from the very nice …
Won’t last stepping in the streets without this…
… niggers die daily

Niggers we don’t play, we in the problems the worst way
We’ll get you shot, stabbed, robbed on your birthday
You ain’t got no bizness around here in the first place
Look at everybody chilling, well fuck that
I’ma play the villain, fuck that
All money’s good money we niggaz stealin’
Small money, tall money, nigger we want it all
Left hand on the wheel, other hand on the dough

I’m hard in the problems like algebra…

Styles P - It's Ok ft. Jadakiss Lyrics, Video

Styles P "It's Ok" feat. Jadakiss Directed by Fabrizio Conte

Styles P - It's Ok ft. Jadakiss Lyrics:

[Hook - Jadakiss]
Niggas talk shit about us – but it’s ok!
Game ain’t shit without us – but it’s ok!
No, you can’t live without us – it’s ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us – it’s ok!

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss and Styles P]
Checks get cut after the clearance
But what we dealing with is hard work and perseverance
Still send a nice ransom note to your parents
I’mma wrap this bitch til it needs some ball bearings
Trying to renovate the West Wing of the mansion
I ain’t thinking recession, I’m thinking expansion..
I be in the malls
But my chain is dancing
More than 200 on the dash?
I’mma tear it
But you ain’t gotta be nice
Pass off for parents
44 Mag is the last thing you hearing
If the work don’t make it, that’s a pass interference
Shots of tequilla, spending car money at the jeweler
Spending house money at the dealer
Rubber bag of piff
Sour need a sealer
Wanna see a real nigga?
I just look into the mirror

[Hook]
Niggas talk shit about us – but it’s ok!
Game ain’t shit without us – but it’s ok!
No, you can’t live without us – it’s ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us – it’s ok!

[Verse 2]
We about dough
Never without dough, moving work out of state
In and out flow
Real lyrical
Ralph Lauren table, Ralph Lauren couch, yo
Ralph Lauren everything that fit up in the house though
Whaddup to them Polo boys who know Tony
Couldn’t have been Manolo’s boy
Cartier frames
Clear lens tho!
8 series Beemer, 7-series Benzo
Mobster: I probably go to hell if my friends go
Never shoot in a blind fury
Diamonds like Sprite!
It’s lemon and lime jewelry

[Hook]
Niggas talk shit about us – but it’s ok!
Game ain’t shit without us – but it’s ok!
No, you can’t live without us – it’s ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us – it’s ok!

[Verse 3]
Rep with the connect – it’s ok!
Hope you force somebody to test it – it’s ok!
Lookout on the lookout – it’s ok!
We gonna have the fiends singing like Michele
Bang hard like the niggas out in East LA
Know we from the Bay in the pink all day
Still dope money in the grey mink all day
Just do it right, don’t sit around and think all day

[Hook]
Niggas talk shit about us – but it’s ok!
Game ain’t shit without us – but it’s ok!
No, you can’t live without us – it’s ok!
But go ahead, you can doubt us – it’s ok!

Ace Hood - Go N Get It Remix Lyrics (ft Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P)

Ace Hood (ft Beanie Sigel, Busta Rhymes, Pusha T & Styles P) - Go N Get It Remix Lyrics

[Hook - Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
Bills due, money running low
Plus my cousin lost her mind and had an overdose
Way too many problems, got me stressed out
What you doing? You got 7 days to move out
Go on! Get it!
I’m out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Need it, by any means…

[Verse 1 - Ace Hood]
Mama went and got it, daddy never home
Started learning from the streets, but I know my heat a chrome
Never sold no kind of dope, just a real nigga
Take the canned foods, I’m tryna get a real dinner
Get your money stacked, your paper keep away the feds
Keep it real and f-ck a hater
What my brother said
Keep my head high, nevermind them local jokers
Every day that I wake, I grind
Gotta make that monthly quota
Way too legit to quit though
Can’t stop, no way, no slow-mo
Gotta feed the team and my kin folk
Think of all the stress that I’ve been through
Way too much f-ckin problems
Way too much f-ckin bills
By any means necessary, gotta see my momma in..

[Hook - Ace Hood]
Another day, another dollar
Every 24, I’m thinking money and the power
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
I’m out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it!
Need it by any means

[Beanie Sigel]
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind frame
You for self nigga, organized crime wave
I pricked my finger, took my oath and wrote my name in blood
Kill everything, got baby bodies floating in the tub
Natural Born Killa nigga, nothing ill as this
These knuckle-breathers stick the toothpick through the goldfish
You’s a sucka nigga, greener than a blade of grass
I take the half a phone book blew him for 30 bangs
Gotta get it, while the getting’s good
That Desert Eagle stainless steel, the handle cherry wood
I got that G-lock, 33 ladder works
I bag a bullet to your belly, make your bladder burst
Now you piss some blood, I’m fishing for grub
I’m in the water with the Great White, I’m whippin up
Don’t make me hop out with that thing and start spraying shit
Chopper bullets longer than the Section 8 waiting list

[Hook]

[Busta Rhymes]
Shine up all of the gun dere, keep dem shine and crisp
Cause if a nigga try to come in and try to get in the way
of how I feed my family and
Try to dig up in my pockets it’ll be a catastrophic little situation
And I’ll be leaving him laying dead and gone all in his own piss
Father bless me: Jesus Christ
Cause I’m about to go and commit my worst sin
Just know that whenever we gonna defend it and survival
Of the people that I love and all the people that I feed
And I’m ready to kill and massacre anything
Moving past me the rachett, I’m shootin’ muthafucka
Best believe I’m going in
See I go and I get it and then I STOP
Don’t speed rap this, let me walk it to em
This topic we addressing so serious: let me talk to em
Look at my baby die, while they smile at me playful
F-ck you think I’m gonna do when the hunger gets painful?
Every day I hit the street and I taste it like grapefruit
I ain’t eat your food yet – you better be grateful!
Be grateful that you had time to think that I overlooked it
And you had an extra day with it before I came and took it

[Hook]

[Pusha T]
Gotta get mine by any means
Malcolm X versus ML King
Marched in this bitch for kilo green
Tony locked up, let freedom ring
Free the mind, it’s beautiful
Ain’t freeze the watches, it’s 2 below
Ears are different, 2 below?
Got the rock on, super ho
Super fly, super paid
Niggas stunt hard as Super Dave
Yeah, where’s my key? You ain’t gotta ask me where’s the flea
In the pot, cooking base
MIAyo 808s: niggas wanna know why I link with Ace?
Black muthaf-cka with expensive taste
Hustle hard, bit like me
Ice cream man, nigga, just like P
Murder you muthaf-ckas, they like see
Move that ? just like D
Certified, walk the streets
Consequence, nigga, talk is cheap
You dont want a problem? Off the beef
Before I off his ass with his awful teeth

[Hook]

[Styles P]
Robbery turns into Murder 1
Murder 1: made it look like its robbery
.44 show you boys vagina like pornography
Put your friends, get a Benz, inside’s mahogany
Pretty bitch, let her stunt, classy suit
Nice shoes, smoke blowing, guns all around
Yeah the mob will meet. Now let’s keep it G
On some ref shit
We don’t trust each other, we don’t know each other’s address
I f-ck your girl, crack your safe, slash the mattress
Nigga, you a actor, you a bitch, you’s an actress
I go and get it, yeah G and G
I don’t give a f-ck, I hit your crib up with TNT

[Hook]