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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
[Young Bleed]
Hey give me weed for a G and let me mob And fuck what you talkin about playa Cause I do my job I never knew nothin but hustlin Struggle and strive just to stay alive Never could keep a nine to five So I'm making my cent A proposition that you can't refuse In it to win it, never lose Steady payin dues I hear em hollerin, say bleed you got the juice now Got me nerved up and ready to knock some shit loose now But hold me down And let me know you know for sure When you see me sideways ballin out the door Gone to the liquor store Commin off the slab Smokin on some weed with plenty hoes to stab On behalf of the Concentration Camp We breaking bread for life So everything gonna be alright now My nigga my nerve Fresh off the curb Jelly, jam, and preserve Nothin but balls and my word Fuck what you heard Smoke something nigga |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
(feat. Master P, Mystikal)
[Master P] This for my nigga Young Bleed, ya heard me? Young Bleed, hah hah, ungh From the South to the West bring the noise (Bitch I see you there, whas happenin? Oh what you don't remember me? I'ma come out motherfucker, know how I do) Ain't No Limit, unggggh Ungggggh, bring the noise, nigga Ungggggh, pass me them toys, nigga [x2] [Mystikal] You need a fuckin whole army if you think you gonna take me I come up in this bitch and start goin CRAZY No more Mr. Nice Guy, excuses be given but that's how you MADE me Bitch this real life, it ain'ts to be played with One false move, niggaz I tear purchasin the pavement Had to get my shit together straight never flyin right from a sandpit Had to get my foundation mo' stable, and tighten up on my PAPER Uncle Sam get out the way I don't care so hand the number To my pager watchin for weasels, but still take good care of my PEOPLE Keep handlin my business I'm in it to win it -- YEAH! Fuck the party I'm workin hard from seargeant to lieutenant Let's get it started to fin' it, my beginning is your ending If I want it I GET IT, AND IF I SAID IT I MEANT IT HOW IN THE FUCK you gonna PLAY ME, smile in my face like you LIKE me Bitch you might as well HATE ME, you don't value my LIFE Determination, balls of fate, is how I got up in here So don't get SHOT up in here get out the way bitch we GOT IT from here! [Chorus: Master P] So, bring the noise, niggaz unnnngh So, pass me them toys, nigga unngggggh [x2] Niggaz duck when I came I mean I buck and they ran How many fools screamin Soldier but they couldn't maintain I had my Soldier ranks high and across my fo'head Is there a heaven 4 a gangsta, that what my pah said I learned to, double it up for some dollars Hooked up wit a dopefiend term I sawed shit into hard powder I'm on the block slangin amphetamines I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep I got prices on my head by niggaz in the hood and the police A young nigga tryin to make it Twenty inch rims, candy wood, that's why they hate me, Soldiers [Chorus] [Young Bleed] Nigga if you ain't ready now you won't ever be ready They tryin to catch me for steady stackin confedi it's heavy But let me explain the game to break the chains of pain and, misery Playin my fame throughout this game and, remain a, mystery Is you peepin my skill? Is you seein is it real? Is you hurtin from hatin makin me reach for my steel? Knowin I'm runnin with ballers and steady clickin with killers Graveyard peelers masterminded drug dealers, and bitches love Niggaz payin dues without nothin to lose Actin a fool the savage style from New Orleans to Baton Rouge I'm the cool out, makin it pop, it don't stop Til I stack a million chips that's off the top, is you feelin me? I'm willin, it ain't no killin, I bet Your life'll never be the same from blood spillin Heavens to Merkatroid gotta be fouler like the Big Boy Shakin up some shit I thought you knew I bring the noise, bitch [Chorus] [Master P] Ha ha, No Limit nigga Bringin the motherfuckin noise Young Bleed, pass the toys Mystikal, and I got it Master P Let's ride out nigga, handle our business Burst the game on these stupid bitches and get paid [gunshot] |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
(feat. C-Loc, Lee Tyme, Maxinelli)
[dialogue from the movie "Superfly"] Look Eddie This is a chance, and I wanna take it Now... before I have to kill somebody Before somebody ices me Are you with me Eddie? [Chorus:] Niggaz always claim they've got confedi But too many niggaz wanna hop out, before they ready Get they hand on a block of dough, try to live like Frank Nitty Play it broke until you get out the game, cause the shit gets heavy [C-Loc] Zo No in the bucket with hoe chicken not made bucks yet Nigga couldn't meet me in my spot so I say fuck it Them niggaz don't stick to the program, no white folks hang on Beemer From O-Z's to keys, now ain't no time to change em See that's why niggaz fuck up, chakra made em money And they stopped makin money, ain't got shit to do with cut Go from twenty G's grind for the week with no expenses Til ya splurge and put your biz up in the streets, a nigga snitches Now them bitches lookin at you shitty and, you done attracted Every beggin bitch up in the fuckin city, it's a pity With you, honey used to spend a week, jumped up A few G's, since she wanna fuckin play gold dig They never knew you had that much grip, now you got Every clown in the city tryin to peep out your shit Start splurgin 'fore they time up real dummies they smoked But that's the main two reasons why niggaz go broke [Chorus] [Maxinelli] Main most of these niggaz need to slow they roll Claimin balla but they never played the game befo' Too many niggaz hindsight, wide right, doin what ya cain't Suicide my eyes wide-eyed, bein what you ain't Why so many motherfuckers claim they movin that weight But wouldn't even know a dime if it shit in they face? So why pussy ass niggaz flashin Benz car keys Showin ass but they barely even seein O-Z's? And got the whole neighborhood thinkin they ship keys And them makin hoes thinkin that they really OG's But boy if you only knew, you shouldn't be Somethin that you never been, bitch niggaz ain't veterans I'm tellin them, lay it low til on the way out or End up a dead motherfucker with your dick in your mouth Cause when the shit gets heavy, to you it's like a movie That's scary and real, niggaz let the pistol play Freddy, confedi [Chorus] [Young Bleed] Uhh, seldom seem in the platinum dream, hustlin for cream By any means necessary, top it off with a cherry For every nigga that know, it comes natural, don't rush your life Away playa potnah stack up your cashflow and take your walk A day at a time, from a nickel to a dime Smokin weed drinkin wine, keepin it on my mind A blind fury as a shine, jewelry flashin Niggaz playa hate cause bitches love it with a passion But fuck em though; I live untouchable, a hustler high Tryin to make it out the game like Superfly Livin do or die, and I'm on it 'fore I bail out the do' Ask my hoes before I go; you want a blow? Smoke somethin Ain't no future in your frontin my naigga Gotta get the ground beneath your feet first potnah And take it how it come, and play it like it go if you ready And let em know you all about your 'fedi nigga huh? Hear me say what... [New Chorus:] Hoes up on the dick, cause you're drivin Lexus But where all the bitches was, before you was flexin He's a money hungry nigga to have, B-L-E-S-S-E-D But the white folks'll have your ass dreamin bout the street [Lee Tyme] I see, most nigga shit cream Them hoes know, when they gets caught by the team, believe me They get hotter than that, your stack will scream Once The Man gets to diggin on 'fedi You spend it so lavishly, obviously you ain't recognize That them laws do have eyes And what you do attract, is like dick to cat Before you know, they'll be pullin burglar boys off the door The Caddy, whose gonna ride inside? Well not you Your folks had to slang em, bank em On another appeal, nigga these streets is real You reminiscin, do you still get a thrill? I tell you it'll fail you every time, these material things Get your pride up, got these fools thinkin they kings And your punk ass team can't help, or will they? Because you didn't choose wisely Hey, look playa - you wanna be rich? Well the key to bein rich is paisleys Oh yeah but you gotta make sure you make progress daily But if your mind ain't right, get your fuckin mind right BIOTCH! |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
"Come on out with your hands high!
"Hahahaha, with your hands high! Hahhaha huh I better reason with him" Why don't you ride to the rhythm of a nigga don't give a fuck about ya' Won't even talk about ya', ho You ain't know? I'm just a hustler, in spite of myself Ridin' all by myself, without no one else Looky here On my Doc Holidays, boy I piss upon your grave And wipe the smile away Nigga, don't even try Fistful of dollars, we gon' ride Ya hear me, nigga? See I ain't got that many friends, white tombstone [???] Me and Rudy go to war with - anybody From the niggas, to the killas They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine It's raw, boy Cowboys hear the "Yippie-yi-yay!" Murder dancin' where the Indians play Watch what you say Durin' the spiritual ritual huntified ceremony Clickin' swines[?] that'll get you on a Shetland pony Memoirs of a madman - Killer Carl Cox and Bill Watts 'Couldn't rassle nappy niggas with a lasso Heated like Tabasco, it's on Nigga quick on the draw And he get to bustin' on them bitches like the Last Outlaw Uh, nigga what! "Hahha... Cowboy I'm gonna [???] you are a testly li'l cuss[whistling]" Niggas and bitches call me Nino Corleone, I got a license to kill But ain't no playa hatin' in me, I got love for the real So if you see me with my [guv?], just move and step aside Hit me up and let a nigga just ride South Side Got your mouth wide, buckin' for nothin' Now if you're 'bout it, be 'bout it 'bout it, and without no discussion Now if you're talkin', keep talkin', and get a dick in yo' mouth Don't hide now, torchin' up the whole house Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Picture me coolin' on the 6th day of June Down in Cancun, Mexico But if you stress me, ho, I guess I gotta let it go And ain't no shootin' up at the moon I'm tryin' to knock yo' ass up out the saloon Cock, kaboom! In a raccoon hat like Davy Crockett Fuckin' wit' that opium, getting high as a rocket And, um, rocket gonna blast, for playin' with the trigger Nigga, rocket put a cap in a nigga(boo-ya!) Full a' that weed Watchin' motherfuckers bleed But not takin' heed Steady proceeding with their devilish deeds Fatal with flaw, mad at the world with no regards for the Law Finna' get to bustin' on them bitches like the last outlaw Huh, nigga, what! "I coulda killed ya Dick, I coulda killed ya. But I don't wanna kill ya, I wanna eat" I fought the Law, and the Law won You see, I shot the sheriff but forgot his son Totin' on a shotgun with pistol full of hot ones "Ay yo, sheriff, he still wit' you?" I popped him and dropped him And took his potna's crown It's a brand new sheriff in town And I don't think you wanna fuck around Double jeopardy for the deputy dog Fuckin' wit' a hog Say y'all, y'all motherfuckers tried to ball The rise and fall For y'all, nigga, I'll be a huckleberry Spittin' fire from the blood that me and Lucky Knuckles carry Legendary, hereditary for niggas that know I'm out the window with a stagecoach, fresh out the poke My homie Loc gave me an order that the blind could see Told me to blow him away, or make him ride with me Put on your boots, cowboy, and pass the pound I got the moonshine water makin' wine(nigga) One of a kind, genuine Know when to hold 'em and fold 'em Y'all niggas gotta give me mine before I roll 'em, though Playin' is raw Quick on the draw Hollerin' 'bout "Fuck what you saw!" Chewin' on straw Steady bustin' like the Last Outlaw! Huh, nigga what! "You gotta test yourself every day, gentlemen. One you stop testing yourself, you get slow. And when that happens, they kill you." [Gunshots and screams] |
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from Young Bleed - My Own (2000)
Hey yo, turn the headphones up a lil' bit
Alright, yea alright, umm, umm, yo yo Yo, yo, yo, yo ,yo Yo, ain't no mistakes, they say give and take And if you know like I know, you gotta live the breaks Numbing all the dope infested Unprotected ghetto life style with killer crime records I make it a point to understand this ain't wonderland It's either kill or be killed, law of the land Just to see that my mind expand rapidly I can't lose sleep, I stay on my feet and flip enough to eat yo Ain't nothing sweet when milk money ain't enough to feed the tummy We mummified in this land of milk and honey Home of the never free, become ghetto celebrities Living in jeopardy, playing around where some will never be Take it in stride, thats how we ride through the streets where I'm from Trying to get some, hoping for the big one seven figures and them some Make it and spend some, hustling with the man steady taking your income Ya heard me? [hook] See you win some, you lose some And then you spend some on em' when you choose em' See it's a cold world, and it's a cold game But if you learn to give and take it aint no thang [x2] Nigga break bread with me, stay ahead with me And if your loyal then you know your gonna fare it with me, say it with me And play it with me rugged raw style Respect my mind, I'm looking nothing like your product child You know I let the beats bang and slowly do my thang If you can't hang then say you can't hang nigga What I deliver will give em' shivvers in the night time And I ain't trippin' I just write rhymes about my lifetime How I stand secure when the pressure endure While the rest fall off they ain't sure To mimick my methods I won't except it if the truth ain't true I watch em' die in disguise wicked as voodoo Niggas holler who, what, where, and when you wanna try Know your dealing with a hustler living it do or die Don't ask why, my nigga this just fate In this life we life, you gotta give and take, thats how it operates [hook] I'm looking for a ONE-TIME in the summer in the city Where the girls look good, but they attitudes shitty With a fifty sack of sticky bailing up G Street Through the corner projects hauling my heat I heard they took my partner out the game last week We come from the same streets now they trying to blast me More money more murder, I'm cold-blooded and these hoes love it But thats the quickest downfall and I'm for sho' you know It's like time keep on slippin' and niggas keep trippin' So I keep a nine with the clip in Holstered up hot and heated You can thank it's a game but come and see it to believe it You ain't know, I'm representin' out that dirty-dirt Southside nigga living untrustworthy You heard me, where word be wicked and rotten See a gun and nigga fuck what you saw You know, for sho' [hook] |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
(feat. C-Loc, Master P)
[Master P] Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there Florida, Arkansas How you do that there [Young Bleed] Nigga say who that, heard they want do that Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though But see how they runnin everything on the cool But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] And niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] California to Virginia nigga, we don't care [Master P] See in these streets, anything goes My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy Painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] R.U., Utah nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care [C-Loc] It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care How we do that there, how we do that there How we do 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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
(feat. C-Loc, Master P)
[Master P talking] Yeah, huh, my boy Young Bleed in here, C-Loc in here, an you know the Colonel MP up in here [Chorus: Young Bleed] Nigga we gonna keep it real dawg, hustiln high, cuz live niggas keep it Real young, can we keep it real Loc? Tryin not to spill no blood, if It's real show a nigga love, nigga. [Verse 1: Young Bleed] Nigga it burns for gold that rose before me that was fakin' the funk, Long an behold I come to get it, so I'm takin' it in chunks, out to Lunch for brunch, maggots gonna munch in perpendicular, order money, man Slaughter, I write this shit thats good for you, how many mutha fuckas Must get dealt wit? Before someone kick down yo door, an leave you Helpless, is you feelin' my fear, feelin' my vibe, at the same time, I Dirty my theroy, clickin my tribe, tryin' ta claim mine, hush, What you discovered don't shake the rictor, my nigga, my nerve, go get The camera, get the picture, I'm laughin' at y'all for tryin' to ball, Wit yo mug on me, movin' a million mutha fuckas strappin murder machine, I come dainty an benidine, so gimme mine, sippin great wine, polishin Pussy thats genuine, paralized to the format still smokin' blunts for Days, an mama's theroies an ways, got me prepared ha, niggas ain't Ready, but if it wasn't for the grace of God, they say you couldn't live Life against all odds, I know it's hard, but it's real though, I'm 'bout Ta peel out, everytime I touch somethin', what ya feel yo, nigga, give a Fuck if you bigga. [Chorus] [Verse 2: C-Loc] It be a piper push poundses, wit playas who wanna rise, pick the pen Then ??? my rhyme, eh, so now I can make a leagal paper in this rap Game, at the first used to hear that boy playin' wit steel toys, now I'm Worse, can't break the curse, y'all laugh until I die, comin' from the Dirt, so watch a young hustler rise an shine, like the ghetto Mastermind, (bout it bout it) let em know, why do, doin' all that lyin' Got the nation down to ???, young mutha fucka ain't do shit, can't stand The heat get out the kitchen, before trigga fingas get to itchin', getty Up, get into position to have twitchin', thinkin', damn, how could I Have mention, stop trippin', keep it real nigga. [Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Master P] Ughh! I live my life of a youngsta wit money, to many, bitches Pandhandlers, beggas an dummies, tryin ta, steal my soul, I mean suck me Dry, for these 20 inch rims on my ghetto ride, I couldn't lose my life Tryin' to keep my shoes, sell my soul to the devil, in the ghetto you Lose, an ain't no, nigga gonna make it, fakin' the game, too many blacks Behind bars for fortune and fame, I live, my life, readin' jail house Letters, I'm workin', money orders sendin weed through sweaters, I seen Mama's turn off of hustlas and killas, my last supper probably gonna be Wit fiends an dealers. Ughhhh! [Chorus x3] [Master P talking during chorus] C-Loc records, keep it real, for all the records, keep it real Loc the Whole south, to the east, to the west, to the middle, huh, we gonna keep It real though, keep it real Loc. |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
(feat. Maxinelli)
[Young Bleed] Go get that paper Lil Pop, fuck all that drama and drag Don't stop for nuttin my noggin just put it down with a sag I never knew nothin better than choppin cheddar for cheese Passin my enemies, blowin in the breeze Don't make it no murder my nigga, niggaz die young where I'm from Sippin on redrum, poppin til the dead drunk Make money my nigga but keep it real doe cause Soldier boyz Be stompin in steel toes, with nuttin to live foe, ya heard me fool? That's how I come up, that's how it go down Niggaz and bitches make the world go 'round, without a sound We clown low down and dirty with the Dirty Dirty flippin From a nickel bag of weed, to a thirty thirty Holla at ya boy, umeployed, in the welfare line gettin mine Smellin like a pound of paiyan, however we shine In blind fury dodgin the judge and the jury They wanna beat me but can't see me cause they vision too blurry I ride from state to state, seein them checkin my plate It's like, everywhere you go they gotta playa hate a nigga main I do my thang from here to Maine, like it ain't no thang (What? Uhh) Cause see you gotta let em hang main, fuck that shit [Maxinelli] Nigga, get your minnnnd right, cause when the timmmmme's right Niggaz'll put yo' ass to sleep, I thinks deep (Huh bro?) Fuck what you heard, you gots to see to believe And if you blind to visualize a nigga chasin this cheese Down on my knees at my bedside, sayin my grace Cause in the mornin I'll be gone a nigga makin my way, OK I keep em jumpin like the jacks to little macks, my netti Ready for confedi and FUCK what they tryin to tell me I'm bout to get it and the only way I know Is rappin if it don't happen I'm makin bitches hit the flo', you know Fuck block to block hoe, it's coast to coast, and it's easy We G and do it legit those raps with locs On the fork but game sharper than a surgeon for scalpel You wanna battle no hassle come let me kick it whatcha asked foe And razzle yo' ass, nut up like heaven and hash As my little brain's tearin the tenament blast; they pity ass But I'm flickin my ashes stickin asses of bastards Fieldin shit like flea flickers and kickin it with G niggaz See what you makin with the raise at your job Is what a nigga like this here can shake two days in the mob And I could (do what main?) be my own boss employed by the streets I'm chasin Jakes and player haitian on Friday the 15th With my Air Mack splendid Nike's on my feet With weed in the air, soul secluded from the police Cause I'm a little on the wild side, thuggin and pluggin That make a nigga wanna jack for the fuck of it, but see I makes peace to get the shit a nigga wish he could have Long as you stay the fuck out they pop a brand new bag, nigga what? |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
Hey dog, you know who this is right?
It's that G street shit nigga you know what I'm talkin about Come on Southside, niggas make that money Make that ah ah Northside, niggas make that money Make that hah Eastside niggas make that money Make that ah ah Westside niggas make that money Make that Live life in legacy is my destiny nigga fo sho You know I'd rather take it slow doe Hoppin out the four door Ride Dramatized off in this game but it ain't no disrespecting myself So it ain't no disrespectin my game Can you hear me meng? Better watch where ya walkin if you talkin that shit Especially if you counterfeit Fuck around and get your wig split Tryna dig shit But really I ain't no murderer But hear me when I say Nigga I ain't never heard of ya Full of that weed I get to bellin on the block Doin bout fo-five Takin nathen from none a yall So you know I ain't no jive Nigga that's my mentality Whut Don't catch no casualty Nigga cause in reality Whut It's bout a salary Nigga I'm from a town called fresh Off your motherfuckin ass Steady mobbin to the gunblast Take a turn in my way See me playin wit my A.K. And smokin on some hay on Valentine's Day Nigga hah hear me say whut [Chorus] See me ridin cool as glide With my thang right by my side Suggesting ya'll put down your pride Cause only playa hatas die And ain't no love for the other side So ain't no way I'ma let it ride I-oh I oh I [x2] Nigga come get some bump and put yo mug on and bitch meng Playa hatas gonna get served when I put my gloves on now get right When you interfere in my zone get caught up in a rapture You can't capture the kick crime bones and slap it ask hops Traveling through the hearts of men I can see all the sin we in Some of ya'l gonna pretend To the end and back again So it ain't no friends Hey now That's why I don't play nah You gonna hear a nigga say hah Give a fuck about none of ya'll Give a fuck about one time That's why I stay high till I die Steady countin my fetti Little nigga nuts to finally got heaven See me walkin wit a cowgirl don't know down to eleven To the back of a chevy Ready or not here I come So can I be the chosen one Noddin like a poppa don Click gettin ready to drop the bomb Booya bam you were here me say damn Steady walkin and talkin in the silence of the lambs And I cram to understand With a pistol in hand Impress another killin clan Tryna figure how a nigga just could kill a man Maybe cause he ain't feel the man My niggas got me trippin off the shit they play in my head Fatal visions of that infrared Nigga crucified on the cross In the land of the lost And resurrected On the day they made me boss in this motherfucker [Chorus] God bless the child that hold his own on the microphone Home alone and name is Corleone Tryna get it before its gone Hoppin in the cadillac broham And I'm on in time Feelin like the world is mine Single handedly on the grime Tryna stay away from one-time Don't mind but a gotta figure All these years if I pull this trigger With niggas chestin up like their nuts got bigger Cause bitches still hollerin thugs and my niggas Fore score about 24 years ago just a pimp ho Momma told me how the game go And it's still the same skinny nigga lookin for the rainbow To the top of the world if you ain't afraid Nigga let's get paid Hear me holler fuck em all If they bitch made Switchin like switch blade Hey naw that's why I don't play now You'll hear a nigga say hah Give a fuck about none a ya'll Give a fuck about one time That's why I stay high till I die Come back again to the hearts of men no longer living in sin Still smokin my weed sippin on a half pint of gin With a devilish grin JD's revenge In the lap of luxury It ain't no touchin me ho bitch Fuck wit me On a daily maybe Bosses |
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from Young Bleed - My Own (2000)
Ain't nothin to it but to do it when shits trecherous
Go to my ? and get sick wit it like da exorcists Hataz can't get next to dis I flex wit dis I promise you dat Or loose your life on purpose nigga I'ma be back Dat nigga don't wanna see dat I'm haunted by night stalkers to death Rippin your click apart Till it ain't no one left Now who's da first to die Here da killaz cry young Pacin back and fourth against da wall wit dey nuts huh I'm ? powerful split da world go get your dictionary And paint a perfect picture 4 da pictionary Nigga I hope you see what I'm seein Bein A naughty nigga walkin da world You can either swim wit da fishes Or straight go nuts wit da squirels Go call Earl my nigga Shit he ain't listenin I'm findin niggaz shinin till dey glistenin Steadily whisperin words through corridors >From da 36 Chambers of Death The vital signs of mental language iz der You can't explain it yourself So now you muggin me I'm scannin yo mind to find you rather put a slug in me But da people dey be buggin me Maybe cuz of somethin dey heard Come to find out dey recordin every word [Hook] To all my niggaz wit da glock 9's Dat's my nigga wit da 4-5 Dat's my nigga wit da tech 9 Dat's my nigga dodgin 1 time Dat's my nigga I ain't talkin to savage niggaz tryin to die next to me Bitches break dey self to lie in ecstasy Police claim dey catchin me So all da savage niggaz come wit weaponry They lady lie down on da ground convicted felony Dey tell every nigga to die young If you down in da burough Every ghetto thug ready to die thorough Nigga act like you know if you don't know Da T.V. don't show Boyz in da hood livin savage And my ? ya heard me Fo sho do Dem niggaz ain't knowin dat we tryin to keep it alright And out of sight nigga Ball 4 life wit ya You ready but iz you sho do Take a couple of hits and make some mo do Nigga fuckin wit a zag zigger Brakin bricks up in a big bag Back and fourth we pass da zig zag Nigga don't give a fuc if you bigger I'm tryin to see off in your heart Wanna light a spark Cuz evil niggaz glow in da dark ya heard me Don't start no shit it won't be no shit Until a nigga wanna snitch like a bitch Tryna dig your boy a ditch Cuz he don't wanna see you get rich Hatin on da man dat I am Ain't dat some shit Iz ya ready for me I'ma blood nigga dats trecherous |
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from Young Bleed - My Balls And My Word (1998)
(feat. Maxminelli)
[Maxminelli talking] Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me? I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris We gonna have somethin real swole to fold My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola My nigga Big Poola Mic An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say! [Chorus x1: Maxminelli] The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit You only live once that's how its cut, So where the weed Young Bleed lets get tore up! [Verse 1: Young Bleed] The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin, You gotta know a nigga yearnin, Niggaz stole from the stop an go, An seperate my weed from the seeds, An roll an optimo, An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy, An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy, Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it, I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin, While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five, All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside, Got yo mouth wide, Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga Or hurt somethin nigga, Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough, Quick on the draw like the last outlaw, Killin 'em softly, Hollerin dawg get off me, Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip, An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga, But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit, She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it, Ya heard me fool, Only cool dawg puttin it down, Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggaz say. [chorus x2] [Verse 2: Young Bleed] I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind, Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time, An eye for an eye, Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win, Steady ballin, but fallin, Slowly but surely livin non-holy Down an dirty by my stress, but that's The way it is when you livin nappy like that, Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack, Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid, Tattoo an scar playin the cards you dealt, Ain't nothin left, but to go forself, Life in the ghetto, Ask no questions tell no lies, livin uncivilized, Until you realize, you stuck still paralyzied, Full of that weed, an a shadow of doubt Wit out, cloudy can't tryin to figure who it tell on, The pistol packin Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe, Tryin to maintain, the ways of the game, Plain an simple, pop a pimple on the face of the earth, An keep bailin, ain't no tellin who the next to be a felon, Nigga look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat an tears of fear, They got me in here, tryin to steer clear, Hollin bout. [chorus x2] [Verse 3: Young Bleed] Criminal minded, you've been blinded, Lookin for a way to get out, but can't find it, Stop tryin, daily, But it's like you'd rather play me, Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my brush, Got me stressin wit a Smith an Wesson, Never good for rushin in police protect me, ugh, So what's a young nigga to do, at age 22 It's you against me, an me against you, To be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone, Searchin for the twilight, we learned to fly by night, Gettin high as a kite, takin a bite, outta crime, Design, the shadow man came an losin all state of mind, An blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, an powder, Money an power every hour, on the hour, A coward dies a thousand deaths, But a soldier dies once, Incarcerated, menatatin like a monk, Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street, Man doubtin the world wit funk beats, Holdin my heat, Smokin on a blunt, waitin for the first of the month, ta watch the Jackers get clunked in this mutha fucka. We don't stop, an we don't quit, Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up An say we don't stop an we don't quit, Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up Cuz Lay Low don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up An Big Happy don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up An Young Bleed don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up Cuz C-Loc don't stop an he don't quit Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit (what ya got) makin money (get them thangs when a nigga come up) make money, make money You only live once that's how it's cut, So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up Yeah, tryin to tell you, cuz we the sickest god damn it [echos off] |
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from Baby Beesh - Whatz Really (Original Version) (2000) | |||||
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from Tech N9Ne - Welcome To Strangeland (2011) |