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> Tryin' to talk to 'em
When there's no more music left And the lights go out, all you hear is silence I'll be that voice (Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it Y'all the big dog, Pitbull, Terror Squadians, yes!) Dade County, it's our time The movement's here forever And I won't stop 'til I see them devils And I won't stop 'til I defeat the devils (nigga!) They all told me that I would fail They all told me that I would lose But I'm right here, and I won't lose Can't NOBODY stop me! I'm somebody My brother Dre told you to be somebody Carol City know what I'm talkin' about The movement! (Fuck niggas!) I introduce you to Ross! We the best of the best, fit of the fittest Dead man gon' feel us the way I'm feelin this Phillie No really we the best (we the best) and I'm the boss Do I still hustle? Yes... I'm Ricky Ross Started with the dirt now I'm travellin the world In a new silver spurt buyin pieces of the Earth Low mileage; don't need some No smilin; I'm easin! Rollin on that thang thang, when I lane change Haters lookin at me crazy, boy I'ma bang bang M-I-A yo, we the same gang C.C. to Down South, e'rybody slang 'caine Don't see another way, if you do show it to me Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty 100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G's supposed ta I rep my city like a G, nigga! Can't nobody stop me, I'm somebody From this day on you gon' be somebody We the best, we don't fear nobody The movement nigga, listen! |
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| 2. |
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[T-Pain - Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what got money on mind i can never get enough and everytime I step up in the building everybody hands go up and they stay there and they say yeah and they stay there Up down, up down cause all I do is win win win and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air.. [Ludacris] Ludacris goin in on the verse cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked down I never went no where they saying Luda’s back blame it on that conjure the hood call it Ludayac and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version aint never count me out y’all better count me in got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in make millions every year, the souths champion cause all I do, all I, all I, all I all I do is… [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Swerving in my Lolo, head on the swivel you know serving me’s a no no clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy! tell Khaled back it up, my n-ggas call me Loco thats for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo ask you what you laughing at represent that mud life dirty money b-tch you better get your mud right we come together holding hands and holla thug life we are strapped in all black it’s like thug life (all we do is win) you riding the what we riding the night you riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right ROSS… [Chorus] [Snoop Dogg] heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove water getting boiled, dope getting sold snoopy in the hoopty, system overload I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old I hung with the worst of them bust till I burst on em floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh don’t wanna mess with us we like the U in the 80’s back to back set a trap hit the lick, hit it back hit the trick, jump the track b-tch I want my money back time and time again while I’m sipping on this gin Al Davis said it best, just win baby win |
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| 5:12 |
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I see em,i got em,i only play to win,representing this hood im in,mame LO DI,coming threw i see em hand up in the sky,living high cause u know im realy fly,u better n0t let me catch you slip'n or trip'n up in da hood coz u kn0w u gona realy die, hek.ti.c i do this everyday,i hustle hard coz i wana get paid,n0 cash n0 carz,bet i shine lyk a star,n0w fuck who u r,ok put me 0na dope beat ima do it 4 the streets,khaled g0 hard i go all out,dats wat ima bout,i got these niggaz t0kin smak 0na track,ima kill em at thy own shit,kill em at thy 0wn game,kill em 0n they 0wn beat,nah mater fact ima kill em 0n thy 0wn trak,dats y thy cal me hek tic da best mc,2 step inda scene wit a bag of stick green,lo0king realy mean,mustard catch up u beta pace up,u mean muggin me i tear ur whole dam face 0f.nw put ur hands in da air,let em hang ,let em bounce,let em hang let em bounce,khaled go hard i g0 all 0wt
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| 4:11 |
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(feat. Usher, Young Jeezy, Rick Ross, And Drake) DJ Khaled the streets is fed up (who else nigga?) we fed up (we the best) the runners, usher talk to em (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me (can't take that away) yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me (see me nigga) and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayyy) i'm fed up (ayyyy) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired (Young Jeezy-Verse 1) I am absolutely positively on my grizzy even though i'm sick and i'm tired i get busy started a 62 but it ended up a frisbee and me i like to sit at the stove until i'm dizzy ball so hard it's like i brought the game with me left my glove so white he thought i brought jermaine with me bout to paint a perfect picture like i brought the frame with me (i'm fed up, i'm fed up) i keep it on lock before i let the fame get me i got niggas tryna sue me bitches tryna do me way these niggas actin you'd a thought they never knew me but these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me i'm fed up probably why i'm actin like the old me (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me (it's ricky ross) yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me (khaled you know i got you for life homey) and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayy) i'm fed up (ayyy) (MIYAYO) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired (Rick Ross-Verse 2) I'm sick and tired of you suckas so now i'm fed up somebody catch the chain i'm bout to tear his head off shorty bendin over know i'm bout to tear it up before you let your top back get your bread up made history but now we claimin victory get ya out the white house go back to your efficiencies suckas feel me and i know you haters hear me (i'm fed up, i'm fed up) like IRS you wonderin what i'm makin yearly let them brown bags circulate (stack) so i perpetrate (never) we shining in the bottom cause we down to twekalate lookin at the parking lot better get your mind right i hope you fed up being broke because the times right (Ross) (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayyy) i'm fed up (ayyyy) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired (Drake-Verse 3) Uh, me and wayne was gettin high on em he leaned over and told me just don't retire on em and when they give ya they shoulders never cry on em and when they love you to death just never die on em and the question still remains have i counted all the money that i've managed to obtain? niggas dedicating overtime to damaging my name and somehow i'm still the hottest mofucka in the game (Usher-Hook) yeah how bout i been in this been breakin records since '9-4 so i aint gotta brag about records that i've broke records that i hold and records that i've sold and i'm fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeahhhhh) don't bite the hand of your provider cause man if i aint influenced you you a liar i'm on fire you just a fighter you need to wake up and realize (Usher-Chorus) it was all a dream yeah homey i am on my job and you can't take that away from me yeah i got my team and i got all of my niggas behind me and they give me the love i need (yeah) i got my foot in the door we still hustlin for more check in the game and back in the light (yeahhh) i'm fed up (ayyy) i'm fed up (ayyyy) i'm fed up (ay) i'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired |
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| 3:13 |
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<i>[DJ Khaled]</i>
They doubted me all my life Now it's victory (DJ KHALED!) <i>[John Legend]</i> Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss I'll put it all on the line In a hustler's state of mind I'm gonna make history Just so we can claim victory (Victory) Oh, victory (Victory) (Nasir!) <i>[Nas]</i> Speedboats, three tokes and pass it Grass lit, hittin' slopes in Aspen No coat, just an oath to stay thorough 'til we back to ashes Driven in fly sedans to the MGM Grand Picture lots of sand, two blondes, implants Remy in hand, we tryna tan, deal my cards with an honest hand A modest man, aware of any counter-scam Palm trees, magnum Don Ps, LV monograms Hottest girls flew from Rio Mojitos, mucho frio, my libido Sex so strong, without the E, though Hollow threats, we don't see those Higher death toll whenever we roll That process is pivotal My pitiful poverty-struck criminals will get a Jew Then we lounge in a Spanish-style house 'Til it all blows over, Dolce Gabbana out Contemplatin', there is no bond with Satan Say a little prayer for me like Aretha Franklin For my hustlers, here's some motivation He who has begun is half done, why you waitin'? I'm too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress It's too much paper to rest, fuck around, you face death I know some niggas from Astoria That'll cut your daughter up Like I used to cut a quarter up Makin' all the bucks, banana clips I bought in Georgia bucks Kill all you fucks, easy I be on the golf cart, sleepy Y'all beneath me Y'all be at the pawn shop, pawnin' watches Obnoxious, can't stop us, we shottas Say you killin' Pablo? Impossible Nonsense, preposterous, bizarre at best Unfulfilled promises I feel intelligence is my wealth However, how enormous is Nas' pockets is a pop quiz to gossipers See me at the Oscars, lookin' dreamy, hood opulent Means esoteric, how I wore it Exoticness makes you curious to see how serious my closet is Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, it's just We be on that real shit, luxury four-wheel shit Niggas actin' thirst on some just-got-a-deal shit Ha, for that victory we will kill shit Get out the way, playboy, this is real shit (Khaled!) Whatever it is, I'll pay the cost I'm willing to risk it, I'll take the loss I'll put it all on the line In a hustler's state of mind I'm gonna make history Just so we can claim victory (Victory) Oh, victory (Victory) Just so we can claim victory Oh, victory Victory Just so we can claim victory |
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| 3:40 |
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<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on <i>[Verse 1:]</i> Right Gotem goin crazy like I just came home With this bud be it khaled You know that it's a winner You know I got the yams like a thanksgiving dinner I'm trappin on ham like a thanksgiving dinner And bringin a drummer like I'm mr. thansgiving nigga The game it's switched up In white winter black So gimme ? hook me up the fact though Mo money mo ice I ain't buying no price swear I'm on that one time They lookin' so nice These old ladies saying he look like a low life I'm in the foreign with a foreign makin your wife Got me a piece of a pie Now where's your slice. <i>[Chorus:]</i> Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home <i>[Verse 2:]</i> Shawty in lights Roll another dice Big money bitch Cash money life Flip another chicken Bought another chicken Cook another chicken Fucked her in the kitchen Pack another meal Hot up in the feel Always strapped Me and khaled in the hill Diamond close to ice Fly poppin flights Uptown solider spit the meal on the watch And as I proceed to make some more G's Represent my city Shoe for bee Uptown G's YMC B's <i>[Chorus:]</i> Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home <i>[Verse 3:]</i> Soulja Boy Tell em 10 diamond chains on my neck I called DJ Khaled because I know we the best ? can't never cup another check And I'm down in Miami Ridin in the phantom Somewhere by south beach Soulja boy tell em Got a million dollar mouth piece On my dog mutha fucker dead leash Put your lighters in the sky Soulja boy tell em <i>[Chorus:]</i> Work in the kitchen ? money on my phone I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home It's time to hit the club Rockin' all my chains on All my chains on Rockin' all my chains on I might hit the club Rockin' all my chains on Gotem goin crazy like I just came home |
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| 4:04 |
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| 3:20 |
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| 11. |
| 5:49 |
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I'm on my way
This goin' out to every hood We gonna make it [Chorus] You can look into my eyes See that I'm dead tired 6 in the morning Money still on my mind So if you want it I'm the one to supply Be there in no time, no time, no time I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay Nigga this legendary No ordinary shit No ordinary bitches No ordinary whips 4 bills nigga special like the 38 I came along way from food stamps in section 8 Niggas eatin' on these beats Get yourself a plate And I'm a step away One hit, one breath away When on God time, you ain't never late Come so victory is here We can celebrate OK, I'm on my grizzle On my grind Go ahead try, top my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think Nigga you ain't Have me laughin' all the way to the bank L-O-L, A-M-B, O R at the Gini baby Had the chop the top off that bitch Just so they can see me baby Money I get, know that shit Yeah he paid, notice it Sleepin' who, no can do Motivation, ocean view How I get it Bitch you trippin' Ain't got nothin' to do with you [Chorus] Victory is on the way Khaled go in on 'em Show 'em we gonna win homey Get off in their skin homey I've been getting in the streets over 10 years So you think a nigga pussy cause his ear's pierced Run up on a nigga if you want to You gotta vest i gotta a shell that'll go through Ball Greezy gettin' money like ya 'posed to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old school Stay fly like a hood nigga 'posed too Lights off click clack in the pinto Seat back, dick sucked in the Benzo 5 percent D-B's on the Renzo No sleep, gotta eat, gotta get done It's like I always say Motherfucka' here I come Another victory for the crib A couple more before I'm done And if you asleep you better wake up And get on your fuckin' job Cause I'm takin' everything except a loss Iceburg goes off, yeah 24-7 I goes on And I be scared I might miss money So I don't doze off I'm a snap and the streets know it Trick told me keep goin' An I'm a keep Chiefin' as long as God keep the weed growin' [Chorus] Switch man been to a ? I've been destined to shine Won't take no for an answer Fuck nigga gimme mine Never been selfish for real I put on my whole city I went from standing on corners To autographin' titties My daddy gave my Virginia's King, A Richmond legend A wise speaker, a woman pleaser Broke nigga, reverend Mr O-10, I get it in I wear da crown We da best, tell 'em fuck next I got now You got da cash, then show me Better not be phoney Get on my level Cause they way below me You ballin' Balogna Girls ask me what my cologne is Steel Khakis and Coronas And I'm mackin' a donkey Flip the 4 and a half Do the vert and a left Bet da Ave never seen banks chunky as dat Why you got pressure? Cause my Impala got pressure Beating outside, shaking the dice on my dresser Is that gun play, Yes Sir! I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay, I'm on my way-ay-ay-ay |
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| 3:38 |
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Oh yeah,
And you know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city Lets go Mr. 305 Better say Mr. Worldwide Ay khaled this right here is for the chicos Narido, all my Haitians out there You know if you don't kill you it'll make you stronger baby This is how we gon' do it for Dade County I want you to feel what it feels like to take over the world And I don't talk about it, I be about it This for those that chose to sleep on Pits Not knowing I had a plan for every letter in the alphabet My life's been diarrhea boy I've been through some shit Turned it all around and now my bank account likes, oh shit Could have took the coke route, heroin boy dope route Chevy gets dressed up, choppa's get chocked out A-K Quatro Siete dale mete machete Perico's been a part of my life since I was chupando tete I went from buildings with dope holes and boys with gold fronts To fucking dope hoes and houses with beach fronts I hit a lick moth'fucker yeah my life changed But Chico won't change, I'm forever Dade Invest in my future so I'm forever paid I don't play games fuck boy I ain't E-A Go ahead and hate me til I'm dead in the ground I'm D-A-D-E Dade county [Chorus] I'm all in and I rep my city till I die As long as I'm thinking and breathing I'm gon' ride On the east to the west side Kept it a 100 so I'm good for life Give a damn what a hater gotta say Make it this far I'm a do it my way I'm a do it my way, do it do it my way Give a damn what a hater gotta say I rep my city, rep my city Rep my city, rep my city Rep my city, rep my city Rep yo city, rep yo city Miami's red cross when they need me I'm there I'm from the era when there was gang wars at the Youth Fair I'm ten years ahead of the game, I know it ain't fair Used to go to Santa's Enchanted just to pull on Santa's beard Sat on Santa's lap and showed him some crack And told him for Christmas all I want is coke that comes back Something about a 75-K a show, Next year it will be 300 per show yeah fo sho Pits always had it on lock I'm from the bottom bitch y'all can keep a fucking top My dog dammit bout to jump out a ten year bid Look at the way that Chico been reppin' the crib From rocking stages with uncle Al Virginia key To rocking sold out crowds at M-S-G And I ain't from New York I'm a Dade county representer Dat right fo sho lets ride [Chorus] And you know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city My, my, my city You know I rep my city Lets go |
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