Nas Says Nicki Minaj Is The Queen Of New York Hip Hop Full Stop



Nicki Minaj is not just Nas queen, she is also the queen of New York hip hop.

The Young Money rapper celebrated her 35th birthday on Friday (Nov. 8, 2017) and her rumored boyfriend Nas wished her a happy birthday on Instagram. “Queens Get The MFkN Money! Happy Birthday To The QUEEN OF NY / HIP HOP [nickiminaj],” the NY rap legend wrote on the Gram along with a photo of his boo. This move sure send a lot of shots at other female rappers from New York who claimed the crowd including Lil Kim and Remy Ma.

New York has a rich hip hop history and is widely regarded as the birthday of music’s current dominant genre in the US. While some rap fans may not agree with Nas, there are a sizeable portion who agrees with him that Nicki Minaj is the queen. The king and queen title are always a hot button topic in hip hop discussions and there are solid arguments for and against Ms Minaj wearing the crown. “Nas your great please please dont play yourself,” one fan commented. She is not the Queen of anything but Plastic she has done her part in female rap but dont disrespect there’s only one Queen and thats Queen B lil Kim.”

During the summer of this year, Nicki Minaj was honored in Queens, NY where she received the key to the borough. That helped solidify her argument that she is at the helm when it comes to female rap in NY. Nas and Nicki sparked dating rumors earlier this year following her bitter breakup with Meek Mill. Neither of them has ever confirmed that they are in a relationship but they have been posting photos of each other and the “No Frauds” rapper even supported the Illmatic MC at his birthday party this year.

Queens Get The MFkN Money! Happy Birthday To The QUEEN OF NY / HIP HOP @nickiminaj

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Tekashi69 Drops “Kooda” Video Says He Is Not Gay



Tekashi69 drops his “Kooda” music video and is insisting that he is not gay.

The 21-year-old Brooklyn rapper taste mainstream success this year with his “Gunmo” single and now he is lookinng to push his next single “Kooda.” The dark video features 6ix9ine taking to the streets with members from both the Bloods and Crips gang partying in the same place. He recently revealed that he made the video with zero budget.

Tekashia69, whose real name Daniel Hernandez, recently copped a plea deal for an ongoing sexual misconduct case in New York. He was facing several years in prison after being charged for “three felony counts of Use of a Child in a Sexual Performance.” He was 18 when the alleged rape took place with a female who was reportedly 13 at the time. Recently has been battling with rumors that he is gay and on Tuesday he dismissed those rumors with a single post on Instagram.

“People think I’m gay.. I think I’m cool .. I can count to 10 wit my eyes closed,” he wrote.

#6ix9ine addresses if he’s homosexual

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Harry Styles – Kiwi (At Aria Awards Australia 2017) (Live)

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

Tekashi69 (6ix9ine) Faces Years In Prison For Sexual Misconduct With Child


Tekashi69, aka 6ix9ine, has been dealing with rumors of him being a child sex predator and now it turns out there is some truth to it.

The colorful rapper is now facing years in prison after pleading guilty to three felony child sex charges. According to a recent report from Genius, Tekashi69, real name, Daniel Hernandez, took a plea deal for “three felony counts of Use of a Child in a Sexual Performance.” Hernandez was 18 at the time of the incident, but the victim’s age was not specified except to say that she was underage. There are some rumors that she was 13 at the time.

Back in August of this year, a PR rep for Tekashi69 released a statement denying the charges laid out against him. “[Tekashi69] doesn’t even like to say the R word [rape], we don’t play around with that sh*t,” the statement reads. “As someone with a 3-year-old daughter we take this very seriously… Their whole thing was to try to slander his name and make him look terrible.”

The crime can be punishable by up to 15 years in New York, but since he took a deal it could be considerably less.

 

Lil Uzi Vert – 3 Pills Lyrics

[Hook]
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don’t call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin’ so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, (Yo DJ Day-Day you a fool for this one man) yeah (yeah)
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

[Verse 1]
Put 100k in my safe, yeah (yeah yeah yeah )
Put 200k in my safe, yeah (um yeah yeah)
Put 300k in my safe, yeah (um yeah)
Now I can’t close my safe (Close my safe)
Nowadays no one’s safe, (No, no, yeah)
Nowadays I fuck 6 hoes a day, yeah
But that’s only when I’m in LA, uh yeah
Go to New York, first kiss my babe, yeah
All I gotta say, gotta say
Ain’t no nigga in our way (no, no, no, no)
Ain’t no bitch up in our way (no, no, no, no)
Only money up in the way
Cartier all on my face
Lil’ bitch, now pop a pill

[Hook]
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don’t call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin’ so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

[Verse 2]
Getting all this dough and I spend it my way
I got all these hoes, they don’t get in my way
Get out, get out my face
Most of these niggas they tellin’
All of these niggas they tellin’
Most of these niggas they rats
Turning my niggas to fellas
I might pull out the big choppa
That shit sound like a perpella
Backwood, backwood, I don’t want no cigarella
I used to smoke on a Swisha
Damn, I can’t believe you just kissed her
I put my dick where you kissed her
Pussy so open, I fist her
These are not Jordans, these Visvims
She gave me that pussy, she friendly
I’m pulling right off in a Bentley (Skrtt)

[Hook]
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause on 3 pills, yeah
Bitch don’t call my phone, you hit my email, yeah
Flexin’ so damn hard like I got 3 deals, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Geekin’ off this bitch ’cause I’m on 3 pills, yeah
Word on the street I got 3 mil, yeah

Harry Styles – Kiwi (In Studio) (Live)

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

Papoose – The Beginning

[Verse 1: Papoose]
I woke up in the morning with my dick in my hand
Morning wood God damn
Then I brush my teeth
I take a shower, then I eat and hit the spot
Put on a fresh new fit
Now I’m fly walking with a bop
Grab the wop
Place it on my hip, never slip
I heard you talking shit
But when you answer have the same energy
Don’t answer if the call unknown
Never Android I be on the iPhone
I’m still the king of the underground
Don’t fuck around
Gotta get rid of me if you want the crown
Lotta styles
Before release date I get the sneakers
Used to weigh my work on a scale like a libra
None of ya’ll lames can fuck with Pap
Call ’em savages and tell ’em that God’s back
I used to ride the train with a token
Now I’m in the droptop
You niggas see me how I’m rolling

[Chorus: Papoose]
This is where New York city begins
Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs
Pot holes but we still ride rims
Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends
Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens
Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym
Out of towners tell ’em come on in
Lay ’em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

[Verse 2: Papoose]
That Flex freestyle opened the door, I made an entrance
Operation get hot again, my favorite mission
The rappers at the top of the game afraid to listen
Cause their entire discography just ain’t convincing
You mumble rappers ain’t payed your dues, pay admission
If you ain’t got it just pay half, I pay the difference
Gun game they play it nice, I play it wicked
Niggas know I stay with the Smith like Jada Pinkett
Sneaking niggas think just because they creeps
They could outsmart real niggas, fuck they think
I leave him laying in his wake on a Monday sleep
For coming at me sideways on a oneway street
Niggas think that cause they be working out that they could bitch cats
You think you could stop a bullet with your six pack
And I heard he be telling
Man I ain’t with that
He work out and he snitch
Guess that make him a gym rat

[Chorus: Papoose]
This is where New York city begins
Cuban links, Yankee fitted hats and Timbs
Pot holes but we still ride rims
Every borough got beef, we ain’t got no friends
Dope in the rice, Uncle Bens
Doing pullups on a pole, we ain’t got no gym
Out of towners tell ’em come on in
Lay ’em in a blood pool hope you niggas can swim

50 Cent Taps Jeremih For New Song “Still Think Im Nothing”


50 Cent taps Jeremih for his new single “Still Think Im Nothing.”

Music hasn’t been 50 Cent’s main priority lately but ever so often he pops up with a new single such as this new joint with R&B singer Jeremih, “Still Think Im Nothing.” At the end of the day you can’t blame the New York rapper because he has achieved so much already from his musical career and now he is making waves and making bread in the television business.

Fifty first previewed the Bongo-produced single on Instagram earlier this week and let’s not forget her has been very active on social media of late trolling his enemies like Wendy Williams and Tyrese Gibson. The rapper didn’t say if this will be featured on his long awaited new album Street King Immortal or whether or not it’s a stand alone single that 50 Cent just decides to drop on his fans. There is no word from the rapper on when the album will arrive.

During his social media shindig he also previewed a new song with Gucci Mane, but he didn’t say when that song will be released. On this new song, “Still Think Im Nothing,” Jeremih delivers a smooth hook while 50 came through with two killer verses.

“I remember all the sh*t you said to me ’cause it hurt me / Then it helped me ’cause then I was down to do / The nuts in my pocket boys I / I see you with your skinny jeans, punk, with your ass out / And I got all kind of money now,” 50 Cent raps.

Joell Ortiz – Talk Dat Lyrics

Yaaaaooowaaaa!!

[Joell] I’m hearin’ New York back
[FTG] Yea, they say New York back?
[Joell] Ya I’m hearin’ that talk
[FTG] Ight Joell talk dat

[Joell] Black Polo tee 40 tucked where the horse at
If you was in my shoes you take ’em off where I walk at
{FTG] Caught dat? Tell ya wife to call a coroner
US citizen we still put four in her
[Joell] I just put more in the floor of my new corridor
Move birds fast hurry cane like Florida
[FTG] We still at the border the Trump wall wasn’t sent
Still movin’ clean water ta stamp safe for Flint
Shorty on me now but the scale is lit
Ironic how I get these buns afta I sell a bit
[Joell] They hella sick, I drive a whip you should neva tint
The R8 doors move on up like the Jeffersons
I know that gutta make ya chest wheezy
[FTG] If I knew what I knew now Joe I’d a did ’em greasy
[Joell] Hold up, ain’t ? like a ?wave grease?
[FTG] Yea these bums fry food in the same grease
[Joell] I just left Santorini we don’t do the same Greece
Y’all just sit around playin’ I be on plane seats

[FTG] New York rap
[Joell] Word, this New York rap?
[FTG] Yea I’m hearin’ that talk
[Joell] Ight Gordo talk dat

[FTG] Think I’m just bars leave you all wet?
I make it rain on stage like ? and ?
[Joell] Who’s the whip in that? Should I call Flex?
I deserve a new muscle car, I’ma hardcore vet

Harry Styles – Kiwi

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes
Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect
And all the boys, they were saying they were into it
Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She’s driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

It’s New York, baby, always jacked up
Whole tunnels, foreign noses always backed up
When she’s alone, she goes home to a cactus
In a black dress, she’s such an actress

Driving me crazy, but I’m into it, but I’m into it
I’m kind of into it
It’s getting crazy, I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it
I think she said "I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business" (None of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your, it’s none of your"

She sits beside me like a silhouette
Hard candy dripping on me ’til my feet are wet
And now she’s all over me, it’s like I paid for it
It’s like I paid for it, I’m gonna pay for this

It’s none of your, it’s none of your
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
"I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business"
(It’s none of your, none of your)

Lolaasmiles Gets Dancehall Legend Beenie Man On New Track


Reggae star Lolaasmiles taps dancehall legend Beenie Man for her new single “Nuh Baddah.”

The song has been doing well since it was first released a years ago and now the single is seeing a resurgence. Lola thinks that the track will help further push her career in the reggae/dancehall space. “Nuh Baddah” was produced by New York based producer Stedley Reid. Her team is now heavily promoting the single and the extra promo has been working thus far.

“This song has a lot of potential, and with the plan I have in mind it will have a long-lasting effect worldwide,” Lolaasmiles said. “Beenie Man has always been an inspiration to me, and when I found out we had a mutual friend, I had to meet him in person. When we met, he liked my music and we spoke about collaborating and made it happen. It was a very humbling experience working with Beenie Man.”

The song is now available on YouTube and other major streaming services like iTunes/Apple Music and Google. It will be available on several other digital services in the coming weeks.

Sabrina Carpenter – Why (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

MO – Roots lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I slaughtered all them swans
I left it burnin’
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a [?]
And I was weak for a while
Never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitchhiked for New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Verse 2]
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad we are runnin’ wild
I’m gonna ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Refrain]
I [?] another way
[?] another way
We should stay [?]

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Outro]
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?

Jadakiss – Professional Hood Shit Lyrics

[Verse]

Yo Kiss of Death, letting the semi ring
You know they say if you don’t stand for nothing
You’ll fall for anything
Preferably I’d rather hustle than do stick ups
Call me, your number’s blocked, I ain’t gon’ pick up
This is much more than you seeing
And you touch more when you ringing
I’m in a four door european
Still going through the nonsense y’all
Listening to niggas bullshitting on the conference call
Till you leave them with open flesh
My base got the fiends damn near
Smoking they self to death
You can feel it inside you heart
My life is a double edged sword
And both sides are sharp
It’s facts in the talk
I’m the only nigga right now
That can bring the game back to New York
And I don’t wanna hear jack
You got a gun? Where it at?
Coupe is the same color as the nine-five Air Max
Yeah I’m a gentle boss that’ll send you back to heaven
Make a nigga dental floss with the Mac-11
In front of the store, breaking down on a crate
I’m working out now and not eating after eight
Let ’em know I’m a monster right now
And the empire’s about to be conquered right now
And all you gon’ hear about is Yonkers right now
And I own a couple pair of shoes…
Yeah but I’m the don of Nike Town
The haze is purple, the diesel is sour
It’s a shame that most people evil with power
But the key to surviving, dog, is logic
And it’s a lot riding on this project
All I know is death is coming nigga
And getting money is the object

Ludacris – Vices

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done fucked a couple models
I done fucked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own fucking life x4
Stay the fuck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…

LUDACRIS – Vices lyrics

Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done f*cked a couple models
I done f*cked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own f*cking life x4
Stay the f*ck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…

DMX Is Sober and Packed On A Lot Of Weight Since Rehab

DMX is not only sober, he has packed on a ton of weight since going to rehab and it’s pretty evident in the video clip below.

The legendary rapper checked into rehab in August after copping a deal with to avoid house arrest. Seems it was the best thing that ever happened to him because not only is he sober, but he gained over 40 pounds according to sources. A TMZ photographer caught up with the DMX today while going to court and asked him about his weight gain and the status of his tax evasion case.

The photographer asked him if its true that he put on 40 lbs and how much does he weigh now. “I don’t know. you have a scale?” X responded jokingly. He was later asked what kind of diet he was on and he said he eats captain crunch cereal. The entire exchange with the paparazzo was hilarious, but it’s X’s health and image that everyone is zooming in on. Before going into rehab, he looked frail and overall not in his best shape. But now he looks a lot more energetic and upbeat. So you can conclude that rehab has been good to him and he should probably do more rehab to ensure that he stays off drugs.

DMX is reportedly clean and sober and has been that way for weeks now, according to sources close to the rapper. He also got a big break in court recently when a judge gave him the green light to travel this fall to other states for touring so he can make some money. There are some reports that he is having some financial troubles and is next to broke because he has been unable to leave the state of New York for touring or any other reasons. He also has child support cases to deal with in court which also put some strain on his finances.

Ty Dolla $ign – Dawsin’s Breek (feat. Jeremih)

[Intro]
EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 1: Ty Dolla $ign]
Brrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

[Verse 2: Jeremih]
Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down

[Refrain: Ty Dolla $ign]
Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in

[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Jeremih]
I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my bitch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin’ like ooooh
Your bitch lookin’ like nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

Dawsin s breek – Ty Dolla Sign lyrics

Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Dawsin s breek

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
I got a brand new coupe,
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park,
I put that b*tch in park.(dawsin s breek)

Brrrr, hello, who’s this? I don’t know you h**s
Brrrr, hello, who’s this? Hold up, I’m changin’ clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new h**s
Might speak the language, but I don’t know you, bro.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my b*tch in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah (ah yeah)
I put that b*tch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that b*tch in park.

Hollup, in New York, panties off
What is this? Who are y’all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin’ ’bout?
My b*tch just came through, she done, just shut y’all down.

Drop top freak and she flossin’
Ice on creek like I’m Dawson
She gon’ hit the stage, bet he tossin’
Swimmin’ in the wave, I got lost in.

I got a brand new coupe, uh
I got a brand new ‘Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh
I put my b*tch in park
Versuri-lyrics.info
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new ‘Rari
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-b*tch in park
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in park, uh
My b*tch lookin’ like ooooh
Your b*tch lookin’ like nah
I put that b*tch in park, yeah
I put that b*tch in parkkk.(dawsin s breek)
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
Video breek

Cardi B Blast Her Haters Who Calling Her One-Hit Wonder

Cardi B is letting her haters know that she is still winning and not a one-hit wonder.

To be fair to the New York rapper, her breakout single “Bodak Yellow” is currently at number two on the Billboard Hot 100 chart and could very well make it to number one. If that is not winning then what else does she have to do to earn more respect. Some fans are saying that she needs another hit to prove herself. In a post on Instagram, Cardi B let the haters know that she is coming from nothing so that in itself is winning.

“Coming from nothing isn’t winning, doing everything they said I couldn’t because of my stripper past isn’t winning, taking care of my family isn’t winning, reaching the top of the billboard charts when everybody said NO isn’t winning?” she wrote. “If this ain’t winning sis you tell me what is!! I know you must be so busy and overbooked that finding the time to give me “advice” was hard!! But I talk to Christ and my mother everyday and I don’t need it!!”

Some folks then responded saying that being busy doesn’t mean that your winning, while others think that she has to prove that she is not another one-hit wonder. Are some fans being too critical of Cardi B and should give her props where its due, in particular for scoring one of the biggest rap songs this year.

Coming from nothing isn't winning, doing everything they said I couldn't because of my stripper past isn't winning, taking care of my family isn't winning, reaching the top of the billboard charts when everybody said NO isn't winning??? If this ain't winning sis you tell me what is!! I know you must be so busy and overbooked that finding the time to give me "advice" was hard!! But I talk to Christ and my mother everyday and I don't need it!!

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Formula – Desiigner lyrics

Lyrics Desiigner – Formula

My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, your b*tch, she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
My b*tch, coco versuri-lyrics.info
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formula.

You going think she has the formula
You going think a nigga ball wit’ her
All shots, keep it going with her
Trying the meals and meals and meals
Everytime I get a check, I’mma flex up on the jet
And bills and bills and bills
I’mma run it through a bear
Run into a building, trills and trills and trills
My b*tch, coco and she loco
Kickin’ hard like a dojo
I’m bouncin’ hard like the pogo
Running hard when I go slow
She body hard when I go slow
We gon’ feel all night, have s*x on cam, on the GoPro
Driving that broad in that new ‘Ghini
Got couple broads in a new ..
Head to the bar ..
..
Niggas talkin’ like they know about it
What the f*ck is niggas gonna do to me?
Livin’ old, nothin’ new to me
In the club, niggas blew 50
I get the guala, I get that
I’m from New York, when you talk s**t, niggas run and put your s**t back
Big Draco make your ribs crack
[Ripping broads in the big shacks
Whippin’ pies into big checks
I’m that big McDonald nigga
I be stackin’ ends on a big Mac.

My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
My b*tch, coco
Your b*tch, ocho
Bad b*tch, loco
Court side with a bad b*tch
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa
Hey, yeah, you gon’ think she has the formulaaa.
Desiigner lyrics
Video Desiigner

Young Thug – Don’t Make You Real Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Aye, ah, yeah
She like to fuck, we [?]
Diamonds on me bling
Yeah, yeah, you know they

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Pocket full of bread like a dinner roll
Parked the [?] right into the Rolls
All these diamonds wet like Cancún
‘Bout to take my dog up like a damn balloon
100 racks inside the club I’m the tycoon
Ain’t no need for you
Never gon one night you
I put P’s in the pot, only got back a few
Red diamonds flooded with Christian Loubs
Stacking tall like [?]
Everyday young nigga dreaming
Real boss without the [?]
Red cross [?]
Bout to swish this shit up like I’m Mase
I beat this case but I don’t drink but I bought a case
My diamonds [?] call me [?]
I’m out in the streets bout to motherfuckin’ race

[Hook: Duggie]
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
Just because you rich
Don’t make you real (that’s a hundred nigga)
It’s a lot of fuck niggas with money to be honest with ya’
It’s a lotta fuck niggas with money to be honest

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My shawty thicker than yours
My jeweler iller than yours I want my diamonds adorable (yeah)
My diamonds hit from the floor
I ain’t talkin’ STD, but I’m bout to takin’ the wall (takin’ the wall)
I drink Act’ like I’m bored, I drink it everyday it’s a sport
I got bitches out of Aces in New York
Balmain britches my gators got goosebumps
[?] I’m fresher than a [?]
Cops get off me
I called it y’all, I’m handcuffed
You can see the difference in my mug shot
I got my cash up, hundred duffle bags up

Josh Turner – Hometown Girl lyrics

She grew up around here on that southwest side
Where the corn grows up to the road side
Went to high school here, got that Panther pride
She’ll be cheering them on every Friday night

She couldn’t hide her beauty with a baseball cap
Couldn’t help but shine with a heart like that
New York called when she turned 21
But she never forgot where she came from

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

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Her mamma’s mamma was born right here
And her roots run deeper than that old town square
She’s a good girl but she’s not uptight
She can rise and shine and she can hang all night

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

She’s got an old soul, she’s the salt of the earth
When she gives her love she knows what it’s worth
There’s a lot of pretty girls out there to me
But there’s nothing like the one right across the street

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl
With a ribbon tying back those waterfall curls
I’ve been looking all over, all over the world
For a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

I need a pretty little homegrown hometown girl

Harry Styles – Ever Since New York (On SNL) (Live)

[Verse 1]
Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s it waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

[Verse 2]
Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

[Chorus]
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Kim Wilde – Kids In America

Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by
I sit here alone and I wonder why
Friday night and everyone’s moving
I can feel the heat but it’s soothing, heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town (downtown)
The young ones are going
(Downtown) the young ones are growing
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights, the music gets faster
Look, boy, don’t check on your watch, not another glance
I’m not leaving now, honey, not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later, baby, you’ll be saying nevermind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind (kind hearts)
Don’t make a new story
(Kind hearts) don’t grab any glory
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody live for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
Come closer, honey, that’s better
Got to get a brand-new experience, feeling right
Oh, don’t try to stop, baby, hold me tight
Outside a new day is dawning
Outside suburbia’s sprawling everywhere
I don’t want to go, baby
New York to east California
There’s a new wave coming, I warn ya
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
We’re the kids in America (whoa)
Everybody lives for the music-go-round
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la, sing!
La la la la-la la-a
La la la la-la la
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America
We’re the kids
We’re the kids
We’re the kids in America

HARRY STYLES – Ever Since New York lyrics

Tell me something, tell me something
You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do
I need something, so tell me something new
Choose your words ’cause there’s no antidote
For this curse or what’s in waiting for
Must desert you just before you go

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know…

Brooklyn saw me, empty avenues
There’s no water inside this swimming pool
Almost over, that’s enough from you
I’ve been praying, I never did before
Understand I’m talking to the walls
And I’ve been praying ever since New York

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know
Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Homeboy Sandman – Bamboo

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aight?
Yo, this is going out to my main man Aja yo the translator, yo
Yo, I’m recording this in Tokyo with an engineer that don’t speak english y’know what I’m saying?
And gotta catch a train that shuts down in ten minutes, y’know what I’m saying?
We gonna get it right though

[Verse 1]
Sand is making art again, pardon him
He’ll relieve himself on any lawn that needs watering
That’s how come the DJs give him ads ad nauseum
Cause it that gardening
He’ll get it popping in the UK Parliament
He’ll get it popping like the kumite tournament
He’ll get it popping like all the guys in Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
He’ll leave you hanging like a holiday ornament (holy shit)
Name all in your mouth like it was Poligrip
Now the kid is sicker than his azazel with a nasal drip and ain’t a bit
Nervous at your service motherfuckers, free the slaves to save the union, move some units keep it moving like a trucker
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clouds, New York’s dead
Out in Brooklyn I’ll be looking at the clowns, there be crowds of them homie there be droves of them, loads of them
But you know something? Yo, I don’t even mind I just put it in a rhyme ’cause they rhyme
Predecessor to the iPhone
Was a eye for a eye
All the glory be to God so I god glorify
The cornea of the storm and end a story going hahaha
No L-O-L, lift you like a kettlebell, word to mother chocolate covered caramel
I will tell the devil he can go to hell before I take an L
Go for dolo, take a photo and I can flow like Quasimoto
Ring the bell that’s why I hold it the belt
Bald and bearded kind of build
Quick to lace a doubter with a cow to milk
Plus I got a goddess i protect from getting hurt or getting killed, not only that but if I was Scottish I would probably rock a kilt
Most slept on, but i’ll fluff your pillow for a half a mil’
I might just pick a weeping willow or a daffodil
But wait i need to take a pill to chill
And I never say lit or swag or trill
Not the type to drop a body in a landfill
More the type you might find partying to Johnny Gill
When I was two months old my uncle taught me how to grill
Then nicknamed me ‘The Carpenter’ ’cause I knew how to build
First so was the Legos then it was with Play-Doh
People said that’s dangerous in the cradle, really what do they know?
The boner made of caramel part sweet potato
Owner of the parallel parked winnebago

In my coupe – Rich the Kid feat. Famous Dex lyrics

Lyrics Rich the Kid – In my coupe

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

Bad b*tch, I’ma bust on her titties
Good lean gotta f*ck up my kidneys
More money gotta flex on these b*tches
f*ck her in the Rari, switching positions
I was broke, I had to get it
I was trappin’ out the kitchen
Selling dope I do the dishes
Trappin’ yeah right on the stove, may God be my witness
He say he get money but I need a witness
Boy yo’ money shorter than midgets
Ice on me got my frigid
Toke nice niggas know you missin’
Magazine model sucking me sloppy
Rich Forever Way they wanna copy
Play with me, they’ll be finding your body
Wake up, I’ma buy a Bugatti.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jones.

I got that money on me
I got these diamonds on me
Rich Forever be my team
Don’t trap where you stay, man they call the police
Come correct when you talking to me
Niggas sleeping but that money don’t stop
I’ma stack it and go get me a watch
Bad b*tch suck me up on a yacht
I’m in New York like I’m 50
f*ck her so good that she miss me
I was hustlin’, counting pennies
Now my money to the ceiling
Wait, I get the Lamb and they rent it
I ain’t been broke in a minute
Versuri-lyrics.info
I remember pockets empty
I get the guap, yeah I got the digits.

Jay what up bro
Rich what up bro
Rich Forever 3 on the way know what im sayin’
Just do all types of sh*t
Ooh, wait, yeah, oohhh.

I just pulled up in my coupe
I might just f*ck on your boo
Look at my hunnids they blue, ooh
I f*cked your b*tch after school
Dive in the b*tch like a pool
Look at my chains not too cool
Now she say she fallin’ in love
She fell in love with the drugs
I just might make her my boo
She fell in love with the jewels
You had the juice but you lost it
My diamonds wet like a faucet
Your b*tch she callin’ my iPhone
Diamonds yellow like the Flintstones
They doing sh*t that we been on
I’m in New York like I’m Jim Jonesss.
Rich the Kid lyrics
Video coupe

Joey Bada$$ – Super Predator (feat. Styles P) (All-Amerikkkan Bada$$ Album)

[Intro: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, just ride with a nigga
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!
Statik Selektah
Ride with a nigga like
America’s number one, you can bet on ya life!

[Verse 1: Joey Bada$$]
Call me the general, pushing that new agenda through
For my millennials, troubled youth and the felons too
Tryna be perennial, but chance of livin’ is minimal
She critical, exactly what made my niggas criminals
Typical AmeriKKKa, damn sure ain’t no miracle
Word to Steezy, I’ma keep this shit lyrical
‘Til I fall out my physical, all my verses is biblical, uh
Flowin’ religiously, my delivery spiritual, uh
Feelin’ invincible, this here is nothin’ new
This is just principle, take notes, if I were you
They say I’m a clumsy king, how I be droppin’ jewels
But see, the funny thing is I got lots to lose
Never no fucks to give, only one life to live
So I exchange my negative for a positive and it’s all
Good Lord, the pen is way mighty than the sword
Who want war? I told you before

[Pre-Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw, back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a comer up
I can teach you a lesson
How to get your hunger up
Homie ya
How I kicked in the door
With the rugged raw back just to reinstall
What you niggas thought it was?
Yes, I’m a veteran, you just a come up
About to teach you a lesson
How to get your fuckin’ hunger up, nigga

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free

[Verse 2: Styles P]
Super predator, filthy AmeriKKKa
Burn the newspapers and the editors
My dead presidents ain’t dead enough
Blew a zip to the head, still ain’t red enough
Pray to Jesus, hope he got you
No I’m not a chicken, I never listen to FOX News
Niggas built the country but never givin’ they props due
Payin’ for my people, I’m still payin’ for my pops dues
I’m royalty, my momma said it
I’m gold hearted, I’m scum headed
Lost soul in a promised land of promises
Gotta mask on, but no, I’m not anonymous
Built on my lonely, no accomplices
Light a L up for my accomplishments
I’m a real nigga, it’s not a lot of ’em
If they were, then the cops probably shot at ’em

[Chorus: Joey Bada$$]
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free
Badmon, we ah run tings, yeah
Never let the tings run we, uh
All di gyal dem a come pree
But mi tell them that the buddy never come free

[Verse 3: Joey Bada$$]
Yeah, I stomp the grounds in my Timberlands
Ain’t nothin’ colder than New York when that December in
The coldest shoulders, from average Joes and the simple mans
I pack the heat ’cause I’m known around to be simmerin’
That mean I’m finna hit the boilin’ point like real soon
Man, I’ve been heatin’ up, my self esteem been on the moon
The flow is hotter than volcanic craters near the equator
Any debaters is simply haters, they know that I’m greater
I be countin’ my paper, forever fuck all the majors
Did it all on my own, don’t owe nobody no favors
It’s clear, I’m heir to the throne, I’ve been the best in my zone
Internationally known, forever Brooklyn’s own
I mean, come on, but here’s for the Presidents, the Congressmen, the Senators
Who got us all slavin’ while they reapin’ all the benefits
Got the world thinkin’ that it’s true ’bout what they said of us
AmeriKKKa’s worst nightmare, the super predator