Jeezy – MLK BLVD Lyrics



Play this song

[Intro: Jeezy]
Ah (Yeah)
Ha ha ha
Turn every up in that a lil bit (Yeah)
Oh, we gon’ keep that (Ha)
Yeah
Lex Luger on the beat, so what the fuck you lookin’ at?
You claim you real but your Rollie fake (Rollie fake)
Say you’re my dawg but you know you’re snake (Ssss), fuck ’em
Like Makaveli, I’m about to snap (‘Bout to snap)
Like Curtis Jackson, go and get the strap

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Best to wash it, wash that shit nigga)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Jeezy]
This nigga talkin’ like he ‘Ye or somethin’ (Like he ‘Ye or somethin’)
That nigga must be on that ye or somethin’ (Damn)
Heard what I said nigga, fuck Trump (Fuck Trump)
Say it again, nigga, fuck Trump (Yeah)
Somebody better call CNN (CNN)
Hello? I’m ’bout to make this shit G again (Let me hit that lick)
I’m war-ready like I’m Ricky Ross (Huh)
Yeah, boys in the hood, we knocking Ricky off (Boom)
She think I love her, yeah, she fucking crazy (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to pass that bitch like Tom Brady (Woah)
These niggas pussy, boy, this shit a drip (A drip)
I’m better off beefing with Taylor Swift (Haha)

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Yeah)
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X (Haha)

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (What the fuck?)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I’m gettin’ head in the back of the Phantom
Fuckin’ with Ross and I’m back in Atlanta
When I’m in Nieman’s, I act like I’m a scammer
Do the connect like I’m Tony Montana
Give me a chopper to go from the slammer
I tell the driver to go get my hammer
I got a bitch that’s servin’ them bricks
And everything lit like I’m holdin’ a candle (Woo!)
Feds disrespectin’ me in investigations, I don’t trap (No)
30 Million, 20 houses, I ain’t think about that (No)
Niggas tryna rob me, I ain’t tripping on it, I’m strapped (Woo)
Huh, put a hunnid bands on it, we ain’t beefing out back (No)
Came from the bottom of the bottom (Bottom)
Richer that milli, they watching (Woo)
I done got back in my pocket (Pocket)
Ballin’ in Houston like Rockets (Balling)
I did that, we got a problem (Problem)
Fuckin’ these hoes, then swap ’em (Swap ’em)
Just in the Rolls and drop ’em (Skrt)
Dawn out the Rolls on Collins (Yeah) Woo!

[Chorus: Jeezy]
I got the Dawn on Martin Luther King (Martin Luther King)
Hop out the Dawn on Martin Luther King
Outside, I go and get the check (Go and get the check)
They want me dead just like I’m Malcolm X

[Post-Chorus: Jeezy]
Had that ambition from the very start (Very start)
Back of that Bentley like I’m Rosa Parks (Haha)
You get that dirty money, best to wash it (Better wash it)
Just keep your eyes out for them false prophets

[Outro: Jeezy]
You already know what it is, nigga (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, I would sell back but I ain’t with no motherfucking [?]
You understand what I’m saying?
Oh, you niggas in trouble, nigga
Oh, yeah



Vic Sadot – An Act Of State: The Execution Of Martin Luther King lyrics



William Pepper was a young man when he first met Dr. King
Who read his war reporting on Viet children suffering (Ramparts magazine 1967)
Martin asked young William Pepper to speak about the war
To come to his congregation. And they were friends forevermore…

Then William went to law school to put his talents to the task
To fight for social justice! To answer questions we must ask!
It was April 4, 1968 when Martin Luther King
Was murdered in the broad day light… It was a devastating thing!

There was a mighty “Rush to Judgment” (Mark Lane on jfk)…To blame it on James Earl Ray
There was agreement in the government to tell the media what to say
The media called it “a crime of hate”… A “lone-nut” simple thing…
Now we know it was “An Act of State”, the execution of Dr. King

James Earl Ray was just a patsy, an escaped prisoner for sure…
With a top security identity for the whole 9 months before…
Some rogues within the government shielded James as “Eric Galt”
Gave him a car and a driver’s license to secure him ‘til the assault…

To protect this petty criminal… To put the patsy into place
His handler sent him to Memphis where like a pawn he showed his face
Well, Martin marched for Civil Rights! And he stood against all war!
He spoke for truth and justice, and non-violence. That’s for sure!

When Martin stood with the workers… in solidarity with the poor…
That high class oligarchy hated Martin all the more!
Earl Clark was one of the Memphis cops meeting at Loyd Jowers Grill
Across from the Lorraine Motel where Dr. King was killed

Two military snipers teams would have also fired
If the police team from Memphis failed to do what was required
Next day cops cleaned the crime scene… Hauled the brush and the proof away
They avoided all the witnesses that might have some truth to say

Too many unanswered questions still blowin’ in the wind
In a murder investigation so deliberately ruined
Too many disturbing answers still came out in the trial
Enough to prove conspiracy to a nation in denial

Six white and six black jurors unanimously agreed
The facts presented at the trial proved who really did the deed
Yes, it all came out in the trial that in ’99 they won!
When the government was convicted of the conspiracy they’d done

William Pepper was the lawyer who won the case in court
But when he went to the press conference no reporters came to report
So here’s to William Pepper! The King Family, brave and wise!
For standing for the truth for us! For “overcoming” all the lies!

William Pepper, keep on struggling! You know you’re following…
The teachings, and the vision, and the dream of Dr. King!
William Pepper wrote a book about the trial and everything…
An Act of State: The Execution of Martin Luther King 2X

Copyright August 12, 2009 Victor Rene Sadot, bmi, Orbian Love Music
Released on Dec 2, 2016 on the Truth Troubadour cd at cd Baby
Https://store.cdbaby.com/cd/vicsadot4

2 Chainz & Skooly – Go Get You Some Money

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga gon’ stand in the field
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ threaten to kill
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ tote him a draco
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ shoot when I say so
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga gon’ get him some money
Young nigga gon’ feed your fam
Shit, young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga you doin’ a hundred
You doin’ it for your mama, yeah
Doin’ this here for Drama, here
Condoms in Bahamas, yeah
Chopsticks in Katana, yeah
Shirt Dolce Gabanna, yeah
I play track and field, yeah
Run the whole summer
I’m a rapper with a jumper, yeah
I came from the jungle, yeah
Grams in the fender, yeah
Fans in the window, yeah

[Verse 2: Skooly]
Concrete my features
One peep, I’ll eat you
Peacoat look like Reeses
Ridin’ round in a Tee-sla
Oops, damn I mean Tesla
I can be a little extra
I came in with the extras
I’m goin’ big in my section
No attention to the pressure
My whole diet log different
My shit wet, watch the leak from it (drip)
You won’t get it how I’m givin’ it
Jimmy dies in the whip though
Shit done got dry, need to rerim it
Martin Luther King with the wordplay
Power mixed with the defense

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Verse 3: Skooly]
Uh, I’m back bitch, quite fantastic
Really got a bag in, really need a bad bitch
I ain’t really average, young on that savage shit
Bitch I just got the new Jag and I’m bein’ classy
Watch where you ash your shit, huh
I brought my mans out, huh
He brought the bags out, huh
I brought your bitch with me, huh
And she brought that ass out, huh
And they can’t do shit with me, huh
Them niggas asked out, huh
Can’t even speak with me, huh
I brought them stands out
I was helpin’ my mans out, you was up in the damn house
They wonder how brother was gettin’ them yams out
It was up in the damn couch
They cut off the lights, they cut all the fans out
We got up and we ranned out
I really was broke, I was damn down
I couldn’t even go to my fan house, shit

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga don’t go out sad
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go feed your family
Young nigga ain’t tryna be hungry
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you some money
Young nigga go get you a bag
Young nigga go get you some money, uh

[Outro: Skooly]
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Uh, go get it, uh, go get it
Yeah, uh-oh
Yeah, go get it
Go, go, go get it
Yeah, go get it
Ah-ah-ah, right now
Ah, come on
Go, go

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’ (On The Late Show) (Live)

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Young Thug – MLK (feat. Trouble & Shad Da God)

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh, no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, "Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see," yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

Young Thug – MLK Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah, ayy, woah
Oh no, hold on, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I was just rollin’ the dice, huh
I was just tryna get by, I gambled my life, huh
I fucked around, had a kid and he had to stay fly, whew
I ain’t give no fuck, I got fresh from the shit on the side
I pray to God I die in my sleep
I pray my deaf brother don’t run into the police
‘Cause you tellin’ him to put his hands up, he can’t hear
Ain’t goin’ for deceased
These rookie police need to get trained, even in their sleep
Fuck around, make a nigga put it to your head lice, don’t it?
Come here, gon’ tell you how to get that cheese, macaroni
Spent all my tour money on the ring
Told ’em, “Go ‘head, get everything they fuckin’ see,” yeah
I grew my shit like I’m Mad Dog
I got a white and a black dog
I swear now that he’s on Adderall
Look in my face, I’m on Adderall
Shawty more P than a Madden ball
Suck on that cat, I’m the baddest, dawg
This sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce
Yeah gon’ pop a bean, join me
Fairfax, we shoppin’ spree, on me
Hundred thousand dollars and mixin’ leans, on me
You better not have to OD on me, ayy
Let’s go to people town
Put somethin’ in your account, bae
Now you don’t need me around, yeah
She want me to play and I ain’t with it
Yeah, gon’ gon’ ring around
Sing to her like Sean Garrett
I know my woes ready (my woes)
Tell me your card info (card info)
She don’t got no ego
Loosen up her backbones (her backbones)
Bendin’ her hardwood floors (woah)
Pussy wonderful (wonderful)
Uh, I came from rags to riches (woah)
She don’t got time to clash with bitches
She buyin’ bags for bitches
I’m ’bout to spazz, just listen
I don’t finish last, I win it, huh (win)
I beat that cat like Nitti, yeah
I bought a Jag with a Hemi, ayy
I throw a flag on these bitches, ayy
I wrapped up the last of these bitches
Foreign tags and American
Bring me a milli’, I’ll marry her, yeah

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My dream just started workin’
Come ride with me and it’ll be gifts and curses
I see you… drinkin’ syrup, I see you workin
I see you…
I can see that ass from the front, it done got big on me
You can sit a cup on it and you can bid on it
Real pimp, no jabroni, I’m not gon’ sit on it
Tour around the whole wo-o-orld, Bands on me
Got a whole lot of M’s on me, ya dig? Hey
Whole lot of M’s on me, hey
Big body Benz on me, hey
Ride Bentley trucks on E, hey
Bless you sneeze on me, hey
Lamborghini luxury (luxury)
Lamborghini merch on me (merch)
Lamborghini Merci’, Merci’
Lamborghini murk-a, murk-a
Lamborghini wife with me, hey
Lamborghini price increased, hey
Ayy, 400 bitches (hey) way I live (that’s the way I live, hey)
You just said free my bro (hey) now he back on in the Pen (hey)
You ain’t ever cracked a seal (hey) then you got a deal
Pour that Actavis

[Chorus: Young Thug]
I was havin’ a dream
I was whippin’ a Rolls Royce
And I bought everything that I want
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight
Martin Luther King overnight, ayy
I was dead broke, hustlin’ off the steps
Now I rock water like I’m Michael Phelps, yeah
Black diamonds, Black History Month
Turned to Martin Luther King overnight

[Verse 3: Trouble]
It wasn’t like you had my back, no (no)
Homie you not have a whole spine
Didn’t ever wanna admit to the fact
That your baby boy was contemplatin’ dyin’
In the dream, yeah, I done seen you cryin’
Dream don’t compare to what I done seen (yeah)
They tried to kill me for nothin’ (lived though)
Tell her yeah she got it bussin’ (brrt)
Think about everybody else
I think once to myself, I think once to myself (not one time)
Only blamma to the left (damn) I’m up in the booth by myself
Never came for the fame, no (no)
I’m the same nigga, the same goals (same one)
Niggas hatin’ for these lame hoes
Put that pussy on me, she been tamed though (pussy)

[Verse 4: Shad da God]
Actavis got me dreamin’, Martin Luther (What you say?)
Rolls Royces and diamonds, they wet like coochie (they lucky, wow)
Boo right here sittin’ with a K full of kick like Bruce Lee
And I, ah, ah, jewelry, I got a line on that jewelry
Bitch on that, ayy, ayy, Malcolm X, tryna shoot me (shoot, shoot)
Screamin’ that, uh, got babies in that dually cruiser (woo)
You juugin’, you blessed, at your scene, blew bankroll like usual (bankroll)
They chasin’ the belt, I’m goin’ so fast it look like they’re in neutral (skrrt)
I was havin’ some lean
She wanna play with that Charlie Sheen
Put that bitch on a bean (hollup)
She steady dreamin’ ’bout lots of tings, she want lots of tings
Yeah I’m smokin’ a bag and killed that cat like curiosity
All night I buy some rings and swear by me
Cut

Black Eyed Peas – Street Livin’

[Verse 1: will.i.am]
Street livin’, caught in a trap
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Be like kings or be like pawns
They called us coons, now they call us cons
Street niggas be packing pistols
Terrorists be blasting missles
Crips and bloods and retail thugs
CIA planes bring Columbian drugs
Don’t push me cause I’m close to hell
And compare to them, prison guards get payed well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of blacks are generally
Are gonna end up in some penitentiary
Systematically, that’s how they made it to be
Listen, they derailed the soul train
And put a nightmare into every Martin Luther King
And private complexes are owned by the same
Slave masters that owned the slave trade game
And racists no longer have to be racist
Cause niggas kill more niggas than the KKK did
Now, every time I hear a new def jam
Niggas killing niggas like they Ku Klux Klan
I understand what’s a nigga to choose?
Be the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what’s a nigga to do?
No education in the hood, got a nigga confused

[Verse 2: Taboo]
Street livin’, tough conditions
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross love lost no religion
Street livin’, oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by the searg’
Another cop got off with no charge
If you black in the hood, you at large
You’re guilty until we prove you’re innocent
If you’re ivory, they treat you different
If you’re ebony, they assume you’re temperament
Well, be vigilant, and they call you militant
You’ll get shot, and they’ll say the incident
Is because you’re beligerent
What a coincidence?
If you ain’t dead, you can see imprisonment

[Verse 3: apl.de.ap]
It’s more niggas in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
There’s more niggas that’s rotting in the prisons than there ever slaves cotton picking
So, how we gon’ get out the trap?
Guns or books, sell crack or rap
Street livin’, hustle or hoops
Guns or books, get shot or shoot
Street livin’, ain’t no rules
Break the law, make or break the news
The life you choose could be the life you lose
Niggas getting stuck for the Nike shoes
Street livin’, ain’t no joke
It’s a cold world, better bring your coat
Revoke cause the streets are broke
Now, they wanna take away our dreams and hopes
Street livin’, no economics
No way out of the Reaganomics
Infected by the black plague, new bubonic
No comprende, we speak ebonics
Street livin’, what’s your position?
You can take action or take a dick
Listen, you can get fucked by the system
Or you can say fuck the system

Shy Glizzy – First 48, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Intro]
Out the window
Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that’s not accidental
GG, back on that bullshit

[Verse 1]
Bitch I’m high as fuck, I just left the club
Tried to put it on some niggas but they had some luck
Bitches pullin’ up, smosh go get the truck
Fish a ton up out the thirty, now they gotta duck
Fat dog tried to run it, hangin’ out the windows
Me and Gizzle with them dracos, that’s not accidental
Bitch I’m monumental, and you not fundamental
Stay surrounded by them shooters, Malcom in the Middle
Bitch you like my swag, bitch come hit this dab
You can’t get no cash, better get some ass
They can’t get no money, that’s why these niggas mad
Oof they lookin’ funny, can’t go get my bag
Niggas Loony Toony, bitch my life a movie
DF them my goonies, shoutout to Lil Moony
Said you comin’ for me, you ain’t never do it
Boy you fuckin’ stupid, know I keep that uzi
30 30 30, shoot that bitch like Curry
Now we playin’ dirty, we ain’t never worried
We ain’t never worried, Phil pour up that dirty
Told it’s emergency, niggas gettin’ buried
Patek cost a check, I iced out my neck
Seven figure nigga, how he got the city like that
Take no disrespect, Glizzys on your set (GG)
Boy you better have your dog or they gon’ make a mess

[Interlude]
You was geekin’ too, haha
Bitch I’ll shoot a nigga, Goo talkin’ ’bout, “shoot that nigga dawg!”
“Shoot that nigga!”

[Verse 2]
We the fuckin’ murder team, come and clear the scene
Sorry if we crush your dreams, Martin Luther King
That KelTec it got a beam, do not intervene
Niggas too high off the lean, they lost they self-esteem
I’m head honcho in my city, I’m the fucking king
Niggas ain’t really tryna get busy, what the fuck you mean
I had a semi with a fifty, I was seventeen
Baby come fly high with Glizzy, give you fucking wings
Young street nigga with some money, went and bought some choppers
Young street nigga with some money, I’ll knock off your roster
These niggas can’t wait to drop a dime, they wanna see us locked up
These niggas ain’t really got no time, they some goddamn imposters
You see this bitch with me so fine and she so fuckin’ proper
I flew this bitch all the way to DC just to fuckin’ pop it
Remember you was fighting them niggas out there, I came through and stopped it
Bitch why is you askin’ me about my outfit? you ain’t gon’ fuckin’ cop it
Bitch why is you askin’ me am I out here, you a fuckin’ watcher?
Bitch cover your eyes, you might get blind here, see these fucking watches?
Little boy go get your own gun, this my fucking rocket
Out in LA hittin’ home runs like I’m fucking dodgin’
I don’t think you understand, my niggas super wild
All my niggas they been thugging since a juvenile
Out here for a while, remember when they killed Lil Kow
Forever Tray-7, bitch go ‘head and take a bow

[Outro]
Forever Tray-7, bitch go ‘head and take a bow
Forever Tray-7, bitch forever Tray-7
Bitch forever Tray-7, bitch go ‘head and take a bow
Bitch go ‘head and take a bow

Desiigner – Friday The 13th

[Chorus]
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first bean, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first drink, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah

[Verse 1]
Today, yeah, I gotta holla, queen, yeah
Today, yeah, that’s my lil’, lil’ queen, yeah
Today I might drive the Bruce Wayne
Today I might buy a new chain
Today I’ma make a lil’ change
Today I’ma make a lil’ rain
Today I might go insane
Today she’s with the gang, she’s with the gang
If she down with the crew she bang, bang
If she down with the crew, the chain gang
First you gotta be the one to name
First you gotta hit ’em with the thang

[Chorus]
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first bean, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first drink, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah

[Verse 2]
31st is Halloween
Chase you, come out and they scream
Freddy come chase you in your dreams
Quiet, start the scene, bells ring
Caskets, they closin’ and things
And I start to ball, LeBron James
And I start to ball like Chris Paul
And I start to ball like Lonzo Ball
Once I start to ball I can’t fall
Once I get the ball I go to score
Pussy start to drip, Niagara Falls
Divin’ in that pussy, never fall

[Chorus]
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today is the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first bean, yeah
Today, yeah, I got my first drink, yeah
Today, yeah the Friday 13th, yeah

[Outro]
R.I.P. Martin Luther King

Young Dro – Basqquiat (feat. London Jae)

[Pre-hook: Young Dro]
Turn it
Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (Water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo Gucci Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

[Chorus: London Jae]
I got two bitches wit me and it going my way
I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way
On a perk and a [??] gettin’ mo’ [??]
Got it made in the sha[??], gettin’ money my way

[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Gettin’ brain in the chevy while the motor runnin’
In the club on the gas, smell it all up on me
Bitch back up on me, got that Rollie on me
Tell your partner quit watchin’, got the .40 on me
Then pop a dose, eatin’ ge[??] every day
Benihana wit’ lil mama, double white steak
In a Tesla, blowin’ pressure, bumpin’ [??] King
Martin Luther King, I’m Mr. everything
[??], I got hoes, red bottom toes
I got hoes in the phone, they’re my autumn hoes
Every week switch the paint, that’s the baller code
Chopper, chopper, chopper, chopper
Sneeze, whiping nose
Dro pop and get cheddar

[Pre-Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (Water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

[Chorus: London Jae]
I got two bitches wit me and it going my way
I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way
On a perk and a [??] gettin’ mo’ [??]
Got it made in the sha[??], gettin’ money my way

[Verse 2: Young dro]
Range Rover, take my truck in a safari
Test the roads with the ‘Rari
My lil’ btich look like Barbie
Fuck [??], we go to Hardys
Sniper rifle, don’t start me
[??] Benz, no car key
Clean whip, same color Bacardi
I’m riding round bumpin’ Paul McCartney
Oysters, large squids, shark meat
I’m saucy and I’m elegant bitch, pardon me
I’m really a killer, thriller manilla
Look how I did ’em, come to a world Basquait art meet
I’m really a chief, what kind of beef you want with Dro?
[??]

[Pre-Hook: Young Dro]
Bitch pop it, get cheddar
Stupid ice (Water, water)
Louboutins on my feet (fleet, fleet)
Baller, baller
Ferragamo, Gucci, Louis (Pressure, pressure, pressure)
I can brick it, I can flip it (Yes sir, yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)

[Chorus: London Jae]
I got two bitches wit me and it going my way
I got two pistols on me and I’m gunning my way
On a perk and a [??] gettin’ mo’ [??]
Got it made in the sha[??], gettin’ money my way

Murs – Animals Damnit (feat. Beleaf) (Captain California Album)

This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Ha!
Deep in the jungles
Off of Nicolette
In front of Dorsey High with a marijuana cigarette
At the marketplace, very African
Sippin’ on some liquor that I copped from the Pakistan
Shoelaces, red, gold, green
‘Bout to hit up that parade for the Martin Luther King
Niggas at Louisiana Chicken sat trippin’
Ck shirts on, Anti-Crippin’
Damn
I’m just try’na move these incense
This situation so intense
Still see the families barbecuein’, drill teams
In the middle of the street this is how we do it
This was 9-6 and that was the jam still
Back when niggas banged heavy metal like anvil
Droppin’ off the cliff on the head of that coyote
Gettin’ chased by the blue bird, just like cody
Get it? Forget it
I’m up at autobahn
Walkin’ past people sellin’ jewelry on they front lawn
Seen this rap nigga I used to have beef with
Walkin’ in his tank top like he on some G-Shit
Just got his deal on some Crip wannabe shit
20 years later he was on some MTV shit
Anyways, I’m sidetracked on a tangent
Tryna finish tellin’ you this story
This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Ha!
Saw my homies from my neighborhood comin’ up the street
Dressed in all blue from the head to they feet
They didn’t see me, but I seen them
I try to dip out that’s when I hear the homie Demon he like
"What up Nick, cuz?"
I’m like "Shit, fuck"
These motherfuckers Goddamn
I just don’t understand
Gettin’ caught up with these niggas wasn’t part of the plan
I act like I’m happy to see ’em
I dap ’em up
And in the back of my mind I know they about to act up
"Haaa, what y’all niggas doin’ up here?"
(Nothin’ cuz, heard some enemies was up here)
(You wanna leave Nick?)
(You got a problem?)
(Guess you only kick it with us when you got a problem)
I just had them tools at my school last week
I told them fools they’re trippin’, then they came up there mad deep
A friend in need is a friend indeed
So I tried to distract ’em and I offered ’em some weed
It didn’t work, they seen them dudes at the chicken spot
All them blood niggas standin’ up on the rooftop
Didn’t take long before they spotted us
And any other day they would’ve been done shotted us
Too many people in the street to bear witness
And they all hopped down from the roof with a quickness
I seen one of ’em try to reach in his waist
So Colossus threw a barbecue grill in his face
Sparks flyin’ everywhere, people is screamin’
That’s when two of ’em tried to hop on Demon
And I seen a fist comin’ out of my periphery
And all of the sudden the asphalt got slippery
I got hit
My feet slipped out from under me
Now I’m goin’ down, down, down, like a submarine
Knocked out cold in the middle of Crenshaw
A nigga named Grit got credit for the pinfall
I woke up, slightly concussed in handcuffs
Bleedin’ from my head, I could barely even stand up
Police askin’ me what transpired
When I said I didn’t know they was callin’ me a liar
A call on they radio said shots fired
So they had to let me go ’cause a priority was hired
They drove off, tires screechin’, lights flashin’
Homies pulled up and told me get my ass in
I got to the crib and I got me a ice pack
These niggas wanna smoke right before they go strike back
Now they got jokes, laughin’ cause I got knocked out
I’m happy that I’m home, I give a fuck what they talkin’ ’bout
On the couch with a concussion, niggas clownin’ me but well
It’s better than havin’ a concussion in the county jail
This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
Why y’all niggas can’t handle it?
My gorillas throw gang signs, y’all niggas can’t handle it
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
This an animal’s planet
I got animals dammit
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Tink – Commitment

[Intro]
I feel like we’re in a… different time zone
I wanna work this right
Look

[Verse 1]
I was single for a while
So it’s taking me while
To open up my doors
Been feeling so lost
You don’t know the half of it
Can you ride with me, talk with me
Even if you are busy
Really split your heart with me
I’m at my job
And I need you real bad, bad
Pick me up at 6
I’m squeezing you while we kiss, yeah
Squeezing you while we kiss, yeah
I’ve been numb to my feelings
Feelings don’t really last
Sorry if I repeat what them niggas did in my past
Yeah, you roll a blunt
I twist it and hit it once
You rubbin’ me while I’m high
It’s something that you provide
We catch a movie on the couch
And then we turn it off
I know you hard
But you make me feel real soft
And maybe that’s exactly what I need
Someone that can ease
All my anxieties
Look what you bring
Real love, real joy
We hit the floor
Now we making real noise
And I don’t think you know what you mean in my life

[Verse 2]
Stoned as a mountain
Wetter than a fountain
Told him he gone pay for this pussy
Like his accountant
Keep it real
We can chill
I’m concerned with how you feel
Nothing more
Nothing less
Let me lay under your chest
When you with me I’m impressed
Boy you got it
And you’re blessed
Put your body in my legs when we’re cuddle up
You got my heart
And I hope that you don’t fuck it up
I don’t really let my guard down anymore
Last love hit me
And I’m still pretty sore
Don’t overthink it
I’m thinking better with something new
1 in the morning
You moaning while I’m on top of you

[Verse 3]
Knew it was real when I got to meet his mom
He spend the night
And wake up to it, no alarm
We got a chemistry
A real strong bond
He better listen when I wanna clear my mind
You my therapy
Especially when you stare at me
Only nigga fucking me
Hope that you ain’t judging me
Better half
And there’s no amount of cash
That could ever come between us
Fuck who don’t believe in us
You in my dream like Martin Luther King
Kingsize bed
Making love upon the springs
Spring to the fall
Fall to the winter
I’m so in love
And I hope that you consider
Making me your girlfriend
(Making me your girlfriend)
Making me your girlfriend
I’m ready for commitment

[Hook]
Yeah, yo
Spit for hours ’bout the way you make me feel
You call me up
I hear your voice and get the chills
Don’t overthink it
I’m thinking about you every week
1 in the morning
I’m moaning while you on top of me

[Outro]
You’re real
And I like how you show your emotions
Clear as the ocean
No more lies
No more lies

You’re real
And I like how you show your emotions
Clear as the ocean
No more lies
No more lies

Correy C – Cropout (Salutations Mixtape) letras

[Intro]
Shout to Meez cause he noticed me nigga
Meez
Mittee Gang
Man everybody be asking me like “Correy C. where you been at man?”
You know me, I be working man
I don’t say too much man, I ain’t with that bullshit
I be in the cut man, but it’s ’bout that time now I gotta drop something hot for ya’ll
Legendary Libra Season

[Verse]
Me, me, me and my nigga Meez with the shits now
Me and my nigga Meez, we making hits now
If you ain’t making noise nigga sit now
Correy C. The G, I’m trying to make ’em cripple now
Get the jet, make it back and watch it flip now
Just got me Frito Lay, I’m all about my chips now
You better use your brains before I get it ripped out
It’s like, why the fuck they talking all that shit now
When I came around these niggas they got quiet
I’m with the people, shit, but don’t make me get violent
I feel like Bas cause I’m way too high to riot
We was on the tour, I got the crowd excited
I’m a beast when it comes to the music
I’ma tease little niggas get your rubric
Shout to Durag Meez, always got his rag on
Shout out to Meez cause noticed me, now his tag on
Every song, my tag, ask Meez!
They thought I wouldn’t grow I was the backseat
I never fit in, I was the black sheep
I’m straight from the street, hungry for money I need sum’ to eat
Martin Luther King, I’m making a speech
I don’t mean to preach, I don’t mean to reach
But I gotta teach (teach you little niggas)
I’m not with the bragging, that shit for the weak
I told the bitch don’t have me sitting
She said “I already know the answer”
Correy C. The G, a Legendary Libra working with a Cancer
That’s my nigga Meez
That’s my nigga Cozz
That’s my nigga Tone
These niggas see I’m from the streets, I beat the odds
Now they call my phone
These niggas be all in they feelings
Nigga I ain’t trying to fuck with you
Hey, these niggas is a bunch of crops just trying to get back in the picture

[Outro]
But you got cropped the fuck out you bitch
You cropped the fuck out you bitch
I’m the shit
Now I know you pitch
Cause you got cropped right out the pic
You mad?
You mad?
You mad?