Run The Jewels – Everybody Stay Calm (Run The Jewels 3 Album)



[Intro]
Take it easy

[Verse 1: El-P]
Excusez-moi bitches
I’m lit from the last of the gas, Mike twisted
No sleep for the vicious, key up a cop car just to see mischief
I’m a nut punch wizard
Speed bag ya’ ball bag leave none in it
We, we got one ambition
Re-up and puff til the month go missing

[Verse 2: Killer Mike]
Big, big, big black fellow with a four-fifth in the back, backpack fella
I, I rumble don’t stumble young fellow
Got a stinger in the ’69 bumblebee yellow
I mean, I mean stunner, big titty bank teller had my wife here with her so a hater can’t tell her
Presidential suite, got a fuck boy jealous
I’m the Nelson Mandela of Atlanta dope sellers

[Verse 3: El-P and Killer Mike]
I, I’m a goddamn savage
Eat with no hands I don’t even use napkins
Mark says number one bastard, show up in jorts with a hatchet laughing
Hey El, the AR’s an option for any asshole wanna talk and pop shit
Quit playing pussy or the pistol will pop off
And get your whole face pushed back or knocked off

[Hook]
Take it easy partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling

[Verse 4: El-P]
They fucked up and paid us, made us dangerous
Too old to change, I’ma stay with paper
Poor folk love us the rich hate our faces
We talk too loud, won’t remain in our places
Smoke by the acre, a brain escapist
Smoke anymore and my brain is vapor
I don’t do meek anymore, guy, save it
The laughing is done now, time to cry later

[Verse 5: Killer Mike]
Tell them haters and bitches we bang big shit, but yeah you should mind your business
You can’t pause or shun this, physical fitness, bitch we run this
Paraplegics, you don’t run shit, fuck you even, get the gumption
Think you stylin’, think you stuntin’
I’ll smack the fuck out ya’ ass for frontin’
That seems a little aggressive

[Verse 6: El-P]
Oompa-loompas, I’ll shoot a tune atcha medullas
I’m cool as a rule but I’ll scalp a ruler
I’m new to this town, I’m a stranger passing
I see your bum crews, I don’t get the hoopla
(The world got rules they say) That’s a rumour
Benign, nah I’m lying it’s a tumour
They ain’t even tryna’ buy that we cryin’ goobye
We got dying to do, dude, the design’s ruthless

[Verse 7: Killer Mike]
One-two, one-two
I done read books by Sun-Tzu
Learned from beautiful women who rolled my joints too
The opposite of humble and my swag on kung-fu
No admission for the cool, I just kick it and come through
Hurry up we got liquor to run through
Bales to inhale, lies to not tell
She told me let her go and then I can exhale
I left her with a pound of dro and a Nextel

[Hook]
Take it easy, partner
Ain’t no chilling in the land of the villains
Ain’t no chilling, ain’t no chilling



Gucci Mane & Future – Kinda Dope (Free Bricks 2 Zone 6 Edition Mixtape)



[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ ’bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ ’bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by a J that couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit?
The dope man said cluck I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy a 8 ball ‘fore they buy some groceries
When you was playin’ basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, baby it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ ’bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ ’bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out here drinkin’ on the syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga, rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is Caucasian… I live in Las Vegas
That’s just on a weekend…that’s just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach… it’s made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas… they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ ’bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ ’bout they retirin’

Gucci Mane & Future – Kind a Dope Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, baby it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
That’s just on a weekend, that’s just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

Gucci Mane & Future – Kind a Dope

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

[Verse 2: Future]
Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
Thats just on a weekend, thats just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

[Hook: Gucci Mane]
This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

Gucci Mane – Kind A Dope lyrics

If I told you my cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me

This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

It was once said by Jada I couldn’t quit
Gucci Mane please can I have another hit
The dope man said clark I don’t give a shit
As long as your girl kneel down and suck my dick
I’m sellin’ coke so clean it make a snorter keep a nose bleed
If you don’t know the old me, you don’t really know me
I’m from Bouldercrest road b, but you can call it blow street
Where junkies buy 8 ball before they buy some groceries
When you was playing basketball man, I was playing Pimp C
Pocket full of Stones man, standin’ on the front street
It’s something on your back, it look like a monkey
She can’t shake it off man, she keep spendin’ money

This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’

Young ass nigga ridin’ in a Flying Spur
Young ass niggas out drinkin’ on syrup
Young ass nigga and he cookin’ up the work
Young ass nigga servin’ white, T-shirts
Nelson Mandela, Hood Rockefeller
Denzel bezels, take that shit to trial
Zone 6 nigga rob you for your bricks nigga
Hit a lick nigga, fuck your main bitch nigga
My bitch is caucasian, I live in Las Vegas
Thats just on a weekend, thats just when I’m faded
This one is a Maybach, its made by Mercedes
I got baby mommas, they drivin’ me crazy

This the kind a dope that make your uncle sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers then you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas barely 30 talkin’ bout they retirin’
This the type of dope that make a junkie sell his TV
If I told you cocaine numbers you probably wouldn’t believe me
If I told you cocaine numbers you would think I was lyin’
Young niggas in they 30’s talkin’ bout they retirin’