Lbs Kee’vin – Run Wit It Lyrics

[Intro]
(Neilaworld)

[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)
You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out

[Verse 1]
I ain't clearin' shit, if you heard a rumor, then run with it
I don't want your love, I just wanna f*ck and I'm done with it
I can't do the show, the promoter won't let my gun in it
If you lookin' for love in the streets, it ain't none in it
I ain't showin' favoritism, love my bitches all the same
Like Money Making Mitch, I love the hustle, love the game
I'll overkill a nigga if he reachin' for this chain
Speak on all the times I fed you if you speakin' on my name
And that's facts, nigga
I can't be around you if you clubbin' with a rat, nigga
Conversin' with the bosses at the table when I sat with 'em
I never lose my focus, stay on track and overlap niggas
You gotta have a solid resume to give me dap, nigga
[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)

You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out

[Verse 2]
Can't look at him the same, my nigga Iverson, he crossed me
I'll rock your ass to sleep, I strapped the pistol to the carseat
You deep up in that street life, one mistake'll be costly
Killers catchin' bodies, I'll never let 'em Moss me
I never been the cheap type, all my fabric expensive
Johnny for the win, I spent a dub to see the dentist
I'm ballin' and they broke, walk in the room and feel the tension
I used to be like them, but I just got up off the benches

[Chorus]
All these niggas in my business, all these bitches on my dick (Yeah)
Mix that Gucci and Dior, I spent your mortgage on this fit (Yeah)
You would think I'm from New York how I was sellin' dimes and nicks (Yeah)
I'm the same nigga, don't matter if I'm broke or if I'm rich (Yeah)
And this the story of a nigga who would stand down
No security with me, I know my way around
I got a bitch that'll get any nigga whereabouts
I drop that bag and I can make a nigga air it out
[Outro]
I ain't clearin' shit, if you heard a rumor, then run with it

Kevin Gates – Beat Box (Freestyle)

Shit. Yeah, I’m feelin’ like that
I’m in New York right now, you heard?
I’m a different kinda animal when I’m up here (I’m a silverback)
D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

[Chorus:]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

A’ight, I’ma get it all out right here, you heard me?
This my healing process, you know what I’m sayin’?
I’m pressured

First time I ever been disappointed, think it came from my mother
I subconsciously engage in things that’s makin’ me suffer
And this in turn has an effect on how I deal with a woman
I try to turn ’em against their family just to prove that they love me
I put that iron on your cousin, I put that iron on your brother
And when they draw the chalk line, pretend that I don’t know nothin’
I’m not the one to cross now, I ain’t retire from thuggin’
Observe that I’m a boss now, I mail it out and say, “Fuck it”
Then slim, you won’t get walked down, if you survivin’, you lucky
You survivin’, you lucky, you survivin’, you lucky

[Chorus:]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

Why I’m supposed to be givin’ a fuck, lil’ bitch? Uh, let me calm down
Heard your opinion and I’m not givin’ a shit, I’m really up now
In the H I went to Emit and got the pendant bust down
Talkin’ ’bout what you gon’ do to the kid, I’m out here shinin’, what now?
Applyin’ the pressure, she beggin’ to get my attention, but ain’t no love now
Say you fuckin’ with someone that fit my description, but it ain’t workin’ out
Personal trainin’ when I used to hit it, whip up and work it out
I’m really for certain now, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I am)
My insecurity wiped out, I’m knowin’ my purpose now (I know)

When you find someone seekin’ acceptance, that’s dangerous
‘Cause they’re not just seekin’ acceptance from you, they seek acceptance wherever they can get it from
Even the opposition, yes, Lord

[Chorus:]
Takin’ these journeys where I’ma need an interpreter
Haven’t had a problem I couldn’t solve with the murderers
Forced entry, home invasion, I know the burglars
Pardon my thoughts, I had to put up the burglar bars
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
People done hurt us all
Icebox where my heart was, it don’t hurt at all
She got a murder charge
And he got a murder charge

D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

DMX In Vegetative State After Overdosing On Drugs

DMX is in a vegetative state at a New York hospital following a drug overdose.

The New York rap legend reportedly overdosed on drugs at his home on Friday night at approximately 11 pm. TMZ reported that he was rushed to a hospital in White Plains, New York, where he is currently admitted to the critical care unit. While some sources are saying he has some level of brain activity, doctors are cautioning that he might not make it as he remains in a vegetative state.

DMX drug overdose also reportedly triggered a heart attack. The former Ruff Ryders frontman has battled drug abuse for many years and has even opened up about how he believed he became addicted to drugs as early as age 14.

“I didn’t smoke cigarettes, I didn’t smoke weed, I didn’t do anything, I’m 14-years-old,” DMX recalls in an interview. The rap icon revealed that he was at a birthday party when his close friend tried to pass him a blunt which he refused because he didn’t smoke.

“He came back with a blunt rolled up. And as I’m counting the money, he passed the blunt,” X said while adding that it was Ready Ron who passed him the blunt that time, and he obliged and took it. “I was no longer focused on the money. I’ve never felt like this. It just f***ed me up,” he said.

DMX questioned why his close friend would do something like that to someone he looked up to and revealed that a monster was born that day, something he called a blessing and a curse. The blessing be it likely helped him to become one of the most successful and recognized names in hip hop of all time, and the curse being his lifelong battle with substance abuse.

In February 2016, DMX overdosed on drugs where he became unconscious and was rushed to a hospital. In that incident, police officers had to administer CPR because the rapper had no pulse when they arrived on the scene. DMX associates denied that the incident was too placed.

In October 2019, DMX checked himself into rehab following another relapse. He had been doing good since that rehab stint but has apparently relapse once again.

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Desiigner – I Get That Lyrics

[Intro]
Woah, you dig
(Ayo Razy, this shit crazy)

[Chorus]
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold (Oh)
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome, ayy

[Verse 1]
Nigga, I’m lit
I come from the bottom, I come with the shit
Remember the days when I had to go in
Now I got bitches, they come on the ship, hey, ayy
Paid 45 for the Phantom, woah, huh
Holdin’ up a lick for the ransom

[Chorus]
I get that for the low (Low)
I get that, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your— she a ho’
She want a nigga who gon’ tote
She want a— who get money
I wanna— in her tummy
I made this sh—, keep one-hundred
I let her— when she want it

[Verse 2]
Shooters they in the V
Put ’em all on a tee
May the dead rest in peace
Make the opps go to sleep
Let you know I’m a G
Pay the field with the heat
Louis kicks, Louis V
Make it bounce just for me

[Chorus]
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold (Oh)
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome
I get that—, get that loaf (Loaf)
I get that—, you want smoke (Smoke)
I get your—, I’m a ho’
She want a nigga from New York
Hold it, huh
I’m ridin’ through the block in a Phantom, hold
She diggin’ on me ’cause I’m handsome, ayy

Young M.A – Successful Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
Yeah, ooh-ooh, ooh
Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh
That’s what we doin’
I don’t even gotta say I’m the Queen of my city no more, man
They know I’m the Queen, man, they already [?] that
Yeah, man

[Verse 1]
I could never lose, what you thought?
Bitch, I’m the Queen of the New York
It’s Red Lyfe, I’m a big stepper (Big Stepper)
I bleed when I walk, big flexer
This is chess not checkers (Uh-huh)
All my checks up
When they talk down, tell ’em, “Bless up” (Bless up)
I ain’t givin’ no lecture (No)
Cognac got me chargеd up like a Tesla (Hmrrr)
Foot on they nеcks, pressure (Pressure)
So many people let me down, why would I let up? (Why?)
Can’t trust these Philly niggas, nah, it’s a set up (Nah)
I can’t trust these pretty bitches, M-O-B forever (Mob)
Yeah, my heart told me, “Fuck love, get your shit together” (Uh-huh)
Yeah, and when you take a couple L’s, you gon’ win forever (Hmm)
Give up? I’ll never (I’ll never)
I don’t give a fuck what you did first, I probably did it better (Uh-huh)
Yeah, six years independent, winnin’, will it end? Never (Never)
I’m a livin’ legend, even when I die, I’ma live forever (I’ma live forever)

[Chorus]
I’m one word with ten letters
Successful
I’m one word with ten letters
Successful

[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m God’s gift but that boss shit
I’m the big devil (I’m the big demon)
Can’t trick me, if she a gold digger
I’m the big shovel (She the big Treesh)
I like a thick bitch with a thick bank
And a thick schedule (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Yeah, and I’m the shit, bitch
And ain’t shit changed, just a different level (Mm-hmm)

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m one word with ten letters
Successful (Mm-hmm)
I’m one word with ten letters
Successful

[Verse 3]
And I’m top ten, and if you think otherwise
Suck my dick (Shhh)
I got it locked and I’m locked in (Uh-huh)
We cut different, I am not them (Not them)
This Red Lyfe and we tied in
They got me and I got them (Red Lyfe)
He say I’ma go to Hell for all of this sinnin’
Well, let rot then (Uh-huh)
It’s time off for your niggas when I put the time (Huh)
No handouts, I put the grind in (Huh)
Got in my bag and I got rich when I climbed in (Hmm)
They clock out when I clock in (Huh)
‘Cause I’m the big spitter
Only competition I would probably have (It’s what?)
It’s a twin sister

[Outro]
La-da
Oh-oh, yeah

Lil’ Candy Paint – 24 Lyrics

[Chorus]
How the f*ck you broke? We get the same 24
Got a lil' change then you changed on your bros
Give me an M right now, I wouldn't change on my hoes
You got fool in your body and the fake get exposed
Can't trust nobody, these lame niggas hoes
Finna lay down a bitch with the playing with her nose
I done met a couple bitches in the past, sometimes my bros
All my idols, my opps, they think I took they ho
Let me let them niggas know

[Verse]
Niggas wanna play this shit cordial and they was backstabbing me
Try to get my bitch, couldn't have that thing
I was out in New York with your bitch on my D
I said send the bag then she CashApp me
If you see, lil' nigga, throw a bag at me
I'm a handsome nigga, bitch, and he mad at me
I'ma [?] that lil' bitch, get him mad at me
Just to show them lil' niggas that the bag on me
I'm just mad that I call you my partner
I'm just mad that these bitches my problem

I just took another thotty out the product
I just took another thotty off the ballot
[?] went straight to Cali
Hellcat coming roaring, you can hear it down the allies
Drop the oxy my dreams just to make a nigga happy
You'd do anything just to make a thot happy
E or the Perc', having choices
Popped one now I'm hearing voices
You must ain't have heard what lil' Lee said
Can't fear no nigga who bleed red
[Chorus]
How the f*ck you broke? We get the same 24
Got a lil' change then you changed on your bros
Give me an M right now, I wouldn't change on my hoes
You got fool in your body and the fake get exposed
Can't trust nobody, these lame niggas hoes
Finna lay down a bitch with the playing with her nose
I done met a couple bitches in the past, sometimes my bros
All my idols, my opps, they think I took they ho
Let me let them niggas know

Rod Wave – Sneaky Links Lyrics

[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
Uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
And now I been all around the world
I met all kinda girls (Yeah)
I know they know just how to fuck
But don’t nobody know how you know how to make love
Everybody need somebody
When you find somebody
I suggest you don’t tell nobody (Yeah)

[Verse]
They be all in our business, tell them bitches they can leave us ‘lone (Leave us lone)
This world so cold, bae, I know you know not to treat me wrong (Treat me wrong)
She say, “Before I cheat you, baby, I would leave you ‘lone”
Everybody be cheating but nobody wanna be cheated on
Bae, we grown and I handle my business
Don’t be stereotyping, won’t finish ’til you get finished
See right after my show, baby, let me dive up in it
You spend a ticket at Lenox and go to New York for Christmas
She was singing that song hot and so long (So long)
All these work days until I handle my biz’ (Yeah)
Swear that she the only bitch this dick get hard for
She got on top and rode it, I went and bought a car for her

[Chorus]
And now I been all around the world
I met all kinda girls (All kinda girls)
I know they know just how to fuck
But don’t nobody know how you know how to make love
Everybody need somebody
When you find somebody
I suggest you don’t tell nobody
Everybody need somebody
When you find somebody
I suggest you don’t tell nobody

[Outro]
She ain’t put you on to the nigga she cuffing
He ain’t put you on to the bitch ’cause he cuffing
She ain’t put you on to the nigga she cuffing
He ain’t put you on to the bitch ’cause he cuffing
She ain’t put you on to the nigga she cuffing
He ain’t put you on to the bitch ’cause he cuffing
She ain’t put you on to the nigga she cuffing
He ain’t put you on to the bitch ’cause he cuffing
Yeah, yeah, yeah dawg

Joe Budden To The Grammys, “Nicki Minaj Needs Her Flowers”

Joe Budden is calling out the Grammys award committee for consistently snubbing Nicki Minaj and not recognizing her talent for shattering the glass ceiling as it were, paving the way for young rappers entering the game.

Joe Budden was speaking to the fact that the “The Pinkprint” artist has not been recognized by the Grammys in spite of being the blueprint for the new age rappers. Budden is not and was never a fan of Nicki Minaj. However, he says respect is due to the Trinidadian-born female rapper, who is one of the greatest rappers of the 2010s decade for her numerous awards and overall contribution to female rap.

The former Slaughterhouse rapper made the comments during the latest episode of his eponymous podcast, where he asked why the Recording Academy has failed to recognize the New York rapper’s achievements and dominating influence.

“Nicki Minaj needs her flowers. Whoever the Grammy board is, whoever’s on there, y’all are not the ones that get to determine that Nicki Minaj and all of her impact and influence don’t get to win an award,” Budden said. “I’m sorry. I’m done with those days. Y’all are not the fuckin’ gatekeepers, the barriers of entry—y’all are not any of that … And now we’re at a stage when we have to acknowledge the, not the impersonators, but the people who were inspired by that act. It’s the same thing like when some of these people, I see the Drake influence there; call me dick rider, whatever, who knows.”

Joe Budden said the awards Doja Cat and others received made him reflect on the fact that the Grammys might end up only giving Nicki her roses after she leaves, something that music culture has moved past. “But Nicki is in that same boat. I don’t think too many more years need to go by when she’s not awarded for her efforts, that’s how I felt watching Doja Cat and some of the winners there.”

Meanwhile, his co-hosts speculated how the media or the public might react with “flowers” galore if “god forbid, something were to happen to Nicki.”

Nicki Minaj has been recognized as one of the most influential artists in hip-hop over the past decade – dropping multiple platinum records and rising to the No. 1 spot on various charts and accumulating many notable awards.

She has received almost a dozen Grammy nominations but has not won a single category during her career, which spanned more than 15 years.

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Justin Bieber – Love You Different Lyrics (feat. Beam)

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you are
And I will love you different

[Verse 1: Justin Bieber]
You pull up in a foreign
You that New York time, easy Sunday morning (Front seat)
When we touch I think we skip a beat (Beep, beep, beep)
It's a movie with you, got me at the edge (Let me see)

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
There’s a beauty on your lips
I drown with every kiss
I'm not used to this
There's nothing I won’t give
Don't like making promises
Just remember this

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you arе
And I will love you different
That's what you been looking for
You'rе the fruit of my life
That patient kind
That tongue got me tongue-tied
And that's why
I will love you different
Just the way you are
[Verse 2: Justin Bieber]
No matter how different
You're beautiful
I can't make this up, no, baby
Ain't no need to beat your face in Fenty
Want you on the cover, under the covers
Ain’t no rubbers on this planet
I’ll treat you like a mother (Let's make babies)

[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber]
There’s beauty on your lips
I drown with every kiss
I'm not used to this
There's nothing I won't give
Don’t like making promises
Just remember this

[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you are
And I will love you different
That's what you been looking for
You're the fruit of my life
That patient kind
That tongue got me tongue-tied
And that's why
I will love you different
Just the way you are
[Verse 3: Beam]
I and I
Need you in my life
Even when the fire burning I need you find the light
It's a different night
With you right by my side
You mix the color, color, color, color, see the future bright
This here mutual, it's not usual
When I'm around you I-I-I (Ooh)
Dem goose bumps, dem goose bumps
The truth hurt and you know
A real ting we feel this time (Ooh)
You gimme goose bumps yeah, yeah

[Chorus Justin Bieber]
I will love you different
Just the way you are
And I will love you different
That's what you been looking for

Role Model – Doyouseeit Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I can see us in a nice house, bigger than the White House, baby
Or I could see us in New York buying shit we can't afford, am I crazy? (Oh)
I picture everything's perfect, everything was worth all the waiting (Oh)
I haven't figured out the ending, I'm only just pretending, oh-oh, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
I fantasize quite a bit, quite a bit, oh
And I fantasize quite a bit, quite a bit, oh

[Chorus]
Ooh, do you see it?
Ooh, do you see it like I do?
Do you see it?
Ooh, do you see it like I do?

[Verse 2]
And I saw it back in high school, thought we'd be together
There's some things I never said but I been fallin' for forever

We just never got the time right, waitin' on the weather
But I put you in the limelight just to see it better (Oh)
Hey, I had a dream we got married, didn't wanna wake up
Wakin' up is scary if everything is made up
Do you do the same thing when I'm not around?
When you go to sleep do you see me in the crowd?
[Pre-Chorus]
I fantasize quite a bit, quite a bit, oh
And I fantasize quite a bit, quite a bit, oh

[Chorus]
Ooh, do you see it?
Ooh, do you see it like I do?
Do you see it?
Ooh, do you see it like—
Like, ooh, do you see it?
Ooh, do you see it like I do?
Do you see it?
Ooh, do you see it like I do?

Freddie Gibbs – Stripes Lyrics

Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Got dmc, run dmc, run dmc, run dmc
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…

Yeah, stay on the cruise so… stick up to stick man
357 to the… bitch I hope you picked up a dinner plan
Got that out your… 250 grand
Don’t let hair… straight from new york in my nigger minivan
Scuze me mister officer I been thinking about popping you
So you better not search this car I’m so high I’m off… I promise you
I won’t go back to jail, seem like every time nigger try to make a sell
These bitches go back and tell
This shit here fresh off the scale, white bitch 10 bricks and a m3
When I’m done bring down let’s go, I’ma beat that shit like a mp
Say they murk me for 10 g,… shit don’t offend me
The hair strike… rap shit, I run d and I mc

Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me

And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…

I don’t even use the door, I just pull another round
Only… shit, look like a…
… about to give it a massage,
I whip them bitches 2 at time, yeah, I’ménage
Car full of bags looking I’ve been shopping
… across the street, I think the motherf*cker’s watching
Oh well, gotta it, this why I cook it
This the cooking channel get a nigger some to looking
We’ve been riding all day, that’s why my name is just tommy
Save for the night cause my neighbors might own me
Riding so dirty, made the birds take a bath
When it dried off, it was a bird in the hatch

Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…
Run dmc, run dmc, if I’m riding low key I got that d on me
And nigger we don’t care cause nigger life ain’t fair
They got for 30 a piece, we sell them hoes by the…

Cardi B Says She Plans To Tell Her Side Of Assault Story  

Cardi B says she wants to tell her side of the story as soon as her New York assault case is over.

Cardi B was charged with assault back in 2019 stemming from an alleged fight at a Queen’s strip club. According to reports, she allegedly ordered attacks on two bartenders, Jade, Tekashi 6ix9ine’s current girlfriend, and Baddie G. The attack was allegedly triggered following accusations that Jade was sleeping with Offset. Both bartenders claim they got injured during the brawl when Cardi B’s entourage threw bottles and chairs.

For this incident, Cardi B was indicted on 14 charges, which included two counts of assault. She later rejected a plea deal. Since this incident and the following court appearance and charges, many individuals have had a lot to say, especially those who do not support the rapper. On Wednesday, Cardi tweeted, ” I can’t wait till sh*t is over so I can tell my part of sh*t. Motherf****rs really ran with the I send Nikkas to touch b**ches sh*t for too long.”

One user responded to her tweet writing, “NAH FR BECAUSE THEY BEEN LYING ON YOUR NAME FOR SO LONG CLEAR IT BAE.” Cardi B quickly jumped on the opportunity to double down on her previous statement, directly retweeting the fan and adding, “Super clear it ….with Receipts and all!”

The Bronx rapper was, of course, referring to the narrative that many have voiced over the years that she allegedly sent men to assault the strippers in the club as she believes Offset was cheating with her.

Offset and Cardi B got married secretly back in 2017 and shared a daughter named Kulture together. They have had a rocky relationship with the “WAP” rapper, even filing for divorce last year. She later had the case dismissed “without prejudice.” They later rekindled their romance to the disbelief of fans. Cardi B notoriously then went on Instagram and told her fans she was “crazy” and admitted Offset was her “best friend.” Cardi also infamously released an album, Invasion Of Privacy, which detailed Offset’s infidelities and her own threats as a response.

We will watch to see how this plays out!

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie’s Girlfriend Ella Bands Tweets About Break

It seems A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie’s girlfriend Ella Bands is ready to be single again.

Everyone seems to be airing the details of their love life, sordid or otherwise, on social media. This time around it is New York rapper A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie’s girlfriend Ella Bands. Ella has apparently decided she no longer wants to be in a relationship and took to Twitter to let her feelings be known.

“Treat me right, I do the same. I’m just ready to be single at this point,” she wrote in a tweet that has since been deleted.

Ella has been in a tumultuous relationship for the past few years with A Boogie wit da Hoodie. However, the couple did seem to be making an effort to keep things peaceful for the sake of their daughter and son. She gave birth last summer, but from all indications, they are still at odds.

Treat me right, I do the same

— @SLAYBYELLA_ ? (@ella_thereal) February 10, 2021

Ella has previously accused A Boogie of cheating on her. Last January, photos of the rapper went viral of him getting cozy with another female. When the photos surfaced, Ella was pregnant with their second child. While no one can say at this point what prompted the tweets earlier today, it’s evident all in not well in their camp.

I am sure we will soon get the full story or a version of it to substantiate that deleted tweet pretty soon. Let’s hope they can continue to keep the peace for the sake of the kids.

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Keyshia Cole Explains Why Ashanti Verzuz Was Again Canceled

Keyshia Cole offered concerned fans an explanation why her Verzuz battle with Ashanti didn’t happen.

Fans of Ashanti and Keyshia Cole will have to wait even longer for their Verzuz showdown. COVID-19 has forced the cancellation of dozens of concerts over the past year, and it seems that even virtual Verzuz battles are not immune. An announcement on the official Instagram account confirmed that the upcoming match-up between the two R&B stars that was set to take place on Saturday but has now been postponed.

“I’m so sorry the @verzuztv event didn’t happen!” Keyshia Cole wrote on Instagram. “I want you guys to kno, I really think @applemusic didn’t want to put staff/Production in danger along with @ashanti and myself. Due to the recent spike with the Corona virus …. I kno you all had get togethers and parties planned in states that were open. I’m so sorry! I love you guys, and thank you for the continued love and support over all these years!!! I BEEN READY! And I STAY READY.”

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“This has been an emotional week. In addition, as COVID-19 numbers continue to increase, safety is a top priority for us,” read the statement from the Verzuz team. “As much as we enjoy having everyone together in the same room, to protect the artists and everyone who works with us in putting the shows together, we’ll be going back to separate locations for a bit.”

Unfortunately for lovers of Keyshia and Ashanti, this is not the first time that their hopes have been put on hold. The original duel between the pair was scheduled for December 12th but had to be put on ice as the “Foolish” singer tested positive for coronavirus. Although she has recovered, it is understandable that the Verzuz organizers want to take every precaution with COVID-19 cases climbing by more than 200,000 per day.

The news of the postponement was met with much disappointment, with many on Twitter saying they no longer cared about the battle between the New York artist and the “Heaven Sent” singer. “If Ashanti and Keyshia scared to battle Verzuz just say that,” read one tweet.

Although organizers have not revealed a new date for the face-off, let’s hope that the third time’s the charm.

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Nicki Minaj Cut Tracy Chapman A 6-Figure Check In Copyright Lawsuit Settlement

Nicki Minaj and Tracy Chapman have reached a 6-figure settlement in their ongoing copyright lawsuit.

Nicki Minaj and Tracy Chapman have reached a settlement over the New York rapper’s alleged copyright infringement of one of the iconic singers’ songs. According to The Hollywood Reporter, Nicki Minaj will pay Tracy Chapman $450,000 for a remade version of her song “Baby can I hold you.” Chapman’s estate alleged that Minaj’s song “Sorry” was a derivative of the popular hit.

The settlement agreement became public on Thursday in a California federal court, which showed Chapman accepting the offer to settle. The case will no longer proceed to trial as both parties save on attorney’s costs.

The case was filed in October 2018, and the lawsuit came a couple of months after Nicki launched her album “Queen’. While ‘Sorry’ featuring Nas wasn’t on the album, Nicki allegedly leaked the song to Funkmaster Flex, a popular radio DJ, and from there, the Barbs pushed the song across socials and the internet.

According to the lawsuit, Nicki Minaj’s rep sought a license to make a derivative of Chapman’s song as she is on a list of artistes that is not to be sampled. In spite of the efforts, Chapman refused the request, but Nicki still made the song, and it got out through the leak.

While at first instance, a court found that Nicki Minaj had a fair use right to use the song in the studio to enable musical experimentation, the evidence regarding the leak and distribution of the song was in issue.

Tracy Chapman commenting about the settlement said, “I am glad to have this matter resolved and grateful for this legal outcome which affirms that artists’ rights are protected by law and should be respected by other artists.”

She added, “I was asked in this situation numerous times for permission to use my song; in each instance, politely and in a timely manner, I unequivocally said no. Apparently Ms. Minaj chose not to hear and used my composition despite my clear and express intentions.”

Chapman also said the lawsuit was a last “resort- pursued in an effort to defend myself and my work and seek protection for the creative enterprise and expression of songwriters and independent publishers like myself.”

Royal Flush – Rotten Apple Lyrics

Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Hook (2x):
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin, dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Dwellin’ in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled
Or caught by the devil’s lasso, shit is a hassle

Verse 1:
As a young men, walking in these streets where my gun clean
To sell grams to chop chop make the extra ends
The ??? to make me inhale within
All the reefa that I choke don’t provoke get smoked
Half your team left buddy problem solve with coke
Treats is no joke in traces with cancer from gun smoke
Open up your eyes and realize at time fly by
What up with chulas I didn’t leave myself sometime
Staying laced up chasing absolute with crime
These streets is mine I guess I’m black and strapping by nine
Although I’m going through a lot busting cops for props
Keeping loose rocks for every fiend
I didn’t sweat to death thinking bout the seed I got to bless
Although I rest god leave some money in his chest
God bless all my people’s lying up state to death
Street stress I try to see a billion nothing less

Hook (2x):

Verse 2:
My life’s a struggle the preachers in the church know how they thug you
First they mug you by telling God that they love you
Son f*ck that, staying in the street packing heat

f*ck a TNT sweet my people’s we got to eat
Moving on a creep trying stack a million in a week
Wisely can’t even trust my man down with deep
Niggas saying showing mad love but I act like them
Not in my team we trying see nothing else but cream
Coming for Queens peace to whole boroughs doing their thing
However you last long cause you don’t go while getting blast
Never ??? shooting at these niggas getting cash
??? f*cking with this like that’s going bad
Do I live a last but my first extortion from a Arab
I got bag for all these f*cking warrants I had
Drinking Remy fast with lieutenant criminal business
Exchange coke for spinach by false move you finish

Hook (2x):

Verse 3:
For the love, money, murder and sex I push a Lex
To my death don’t sweat load down niggas holding a tech
Diamond flooded next condos top notch connect
Plush we stack cream for fiends that you never seen
Living killer queens base land niggas do their thing
Let the money built money holding on my gun keep it real
Thugs in New York talking slick talk holding your fort
While I’m throwing judges in court maintain in sport
Showing all support catching cases running through current
I stay blunted cause in these streets flush is warning

Hook (2x):

Mike Tyson’s Daughter Tried To Knockout Boosie Badazz

Mike Tyson says his daughter tried to physically fight Boosie Badazz during their interview.

Less than two months ago Boosie Badazz found himself in a tense situation after he sat down to have a conversation with Mike Tyson on his “Hotboxin’ With Mike Tyson” podcast. Tyson wasted no time in confronting the rapper about his transphobic comments about Dwyane Wade’s daughter, Zaya. It seems Tyson’s daughter also shared his aggression towards Boosie and according to Mike during a recent interview with Zab Judah, she flew all the way from New York to Los Angeles to fight him. He also said he had to calm his daughter down.

He explained that he stood up for Zaya Wade because some of his best friends could be gay and he probably just “don’t know it yet.” He continued, “That’s just who we are as human beings, I’m not saying Boosie is gay.” He said what angered him was the fact that Boosie lacked empathy. Boosie Badazz confirmed that the two had a spirited discussion in which he stated his views. He added that eventually, she walked out because they didn’t see eye to eye. Tyson added that since the confrontation he has a new respect for his daughter.

In the original interview on Tyson’s podcast on October 25, he asked Boosie, “Why do you say things about people who might be a homosexual? Why do you say that about them? Do you feel there’s a possibility that you’re a homosexual and by disrespecting them you further yourself from being a homosexual? I’m thinking you may like homosexuals.”

Boosie Badazz tried to stand his ground and replied, “I really commented on the Dwyane Wade situation because I got offended because it’s a child. That’s why I really got offended, you know. If it was a motherf***ing 19-year-old, 18-year-old, grown person, I probably wouldn’t have, I know I wouldn’t have said anything.”

Tyson then responded, “I agree with you 100 percent, me, I agree with you right, but check this out. Who the f-ck am I to say anything? What I think don’t mean a motherf-cking thing.” The conversation went viral shortly after the interview.
Dwyane Wade even thanked Tyson for standing up for him. “I actually talked to Mike about that earlier in the pandemic — we had a conversation and I appreciated it. He’s one of those people … he’s so smart, he’s so educated and knowledgeable about life and for him to drop that nugget on the world … to me, it was great to hear him say that,” Wade said. In February the Wade family came out in support for Zaya’s transition and Boosie pleaded with the basketball star on Instagram to not let Zaya “become a girl.”

In a video, he said, “Like, bruh, for real, if he gonna be gay, let him be gay. But don’t cut his d-ck off, bruh. Don’t dress him as a woman, dawg. He’s 12 years old. He’s not up there yet. He hasn’t made his final decisions yet. Don’t cut his f***ing d-ck off, Dwyane Wade.”

Check out Tyson’s comments about the interview below.

 

Public Enemy – Hannibal Lecture Lyrics

[Malcolm X]
Being here in America doesn’t make you an American
Being born here in America doesn’t make you an American
Why if birth made you an American you wouldn’t need any legislation
You wouldn’t need any amendments to the Constitution
I don’t see any American dream, I see an American nightmare
I’m one of the 42 million black people who are the victims of America

[Paris]
Aiyyo we all in together now, all in together now
Hard truth soldierin, hard truth soldier SHIT
Keep on servin ’em, cause you know we do work
Mashin in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up the spot
Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block
We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b-boy blast
On the street they hear my beat, my 69 is fast
Smash down Lennox, head up to the ‘View
Some reporter wanna holla and I said it was cool
Wanna know about the album and the Enemy’s new
How P.E. and Guerilla Funk is keepin it movin
Breakin bread talkin politics, you know how it go
‘Bout the war and how it’s shitty that we murder for dough
Then the reporter asked a question, that I had to mash
How, I would act if every day was maybe my last
How if every day I worried ’bout my family in this
I’d be murdered on these street in a puddle of piss
Or if I would get some news that my brother had died
If they ran up in my house and held my kids and my wife
Or if we was looted and somebody took all our thangs
If my sister was abducted, never heard from again

I began to compare it, so he could observe
When I made the parallels with how they livin abroad
I can’t ignore it, these pigs ride deep in the streets
Cap a nigga for his wallet, beat another for free
And the cold part about it, life is cheaper than that
Down there people on the bottom kill each other for scraps
Imagine that, propoganda got the people confused
Damned by the media that keep ’em subdued
I been around the world, seen a lot of shit in my life
Same sirens, same ghetto birds swirlin at night
Same racism, profilin each of us all
Same outsiders where we live enforcin the law
Gats clappin on the streets, gunplayin with heat
Same prisons full of brothers herded in like sheep
Same turncoats that’ll burn folks for pay
Same conditions in communities we die everyday
Same brutality and ignorance, now what will it take
To break the motherf*ckin cycle, get the people away?
That’s why I’m fresh out of tears for ’em, all out of tears for ’em
Even though my heart goes out, what the f*ck you cryin ’bout?
Money for rebuilding but, what about home?
When the way we live is shitty where’s the love for our own?
I can’t decide it, it’s real, I hit you with proof
Maybe I’ll be suicided cause I hit you with truth
See they kill for less than what we say on records to you
Hear the message in the music from a rebel to you, now listen

[Outro: repeat 6X to end]
Save my life you gotta, save my life you gotta {*3X*}
Save us, save us

Curly J – Star Lyrics

[Intro]
We a star a now
We pop out they know we going far now, we on now
Oh we get it, now we're on now, its going down
I pop out and they know its going down
Shawty want me all around, yeah

[Chorus]
Pop out with hundred bands
Ever since I was young I been a man
My bro higher than the f*cking ceiling fan
I been training for this you don't understand
You walk on cement I run in sand
When they say I can't I show I can
Imma get to the bag and do it again
I'm throwing these bandz like shuriken
Man I'm just getting started I might just pop out in Charlotte
Wether you like me or not imma get it regardless
These niggas think that they hot, we gonna see who get the farthest
Imma show y'all who the hardest artist out of New York
I ball like Kobe when its the 4th yea
(Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)

[Post-Chorus]
I came from the mud I came from the dirt
Just like a diamond you know what I'm worth
Just 'cause these bandz she lift up her skirt
She let me f*ck just for a purse
You say you want bars you ain't even listening
Niggas be lying he ain't even hitting it
Might hit the club just to show we lit with it
Pull out the bandz just to show we getting it
Pull out the Glock just to show the grip with it huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah
(Nah nah nah)
[Bridge]
I don't think y'all hearing me
I feel like Rod Wave I wear my heart on my sleeve

Yeah, I don't think y'all hearing me
I'm a star now, huh

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh I see why she calling me
She know that I'm a star now
She know she know they know they know
That I'ma star

[Chorus]
Pop out with hundred bands
Ever since I was young I been a man
My bro higher than the f*cking ceiling fan
I been training for this you don't understand
You walk on cement I run in sand
When they say I can't I show I can
Imma get to the bag and do it again
I'm throwing these bandz like shuriken
Man I'm just getting started I might just pop out in Charlotte
Wether you like me or not imma get it regardless
These niggas think that they hot, we gonna see who get the farthest
Imma show y'all who the hardest artist out of New York
I ball like Kobe when its the 4th yea
(Nah nah nah, nah nah nah)
[Post-Chorus]
I came from the mud I came from the dirt
Just like a diamond you know what I'm worth
Just 'cause these bandz she lift up her skirt
She let me f*ck just for a purse
You say you want bars you ain't even listening
Niggas be lying he ain't even hitting it
Might hit the club just to show we lit with it
Pull out the bandz just to show we getting it
Pull out the Glock just to show the grip with it huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah huh
Big bag all of my haters they big mad
Look at my jeans its a big sag, yeah
(Nah nah nah)

Kodaline – This Must Be Christmas Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Ooh

[Verse 1]
It was cold in the night
On a long and dark December
And I’m drinkin’ in the local bar alone
There’s a man singin’ out
Singin’ words I can’t remember
Something ‘bout a tale of old New York

[Pre-Chorus]
Pour another whiskey for the road
‘Cause that’s the only spirit that I know

[Chorus]
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause I’m sick of the songs that the radio plays
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause there’s only so much that my body can take
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Mmm

[Verse 2]
Had a fight with some guy
‘Cause he said I kissed his sister
Might have done, I guess we’ll never know

[Pre-Chorus]
So pour another whiskey for the road
‘Cause that’s the only spirit that I know

[Chorus]
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause I’m sick of the songs that the radio plays
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, this must be Christmas
‘Cause there’s only so much that my body can take
But I’m drinkin’ and singin’ along anyways
Singin’ oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Mmm
Singin’ oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh
Mmm

[Outro]
So pour another whiskey for the road
‘Cause that’s the only spirit that I know
Oh

Chris Travis – I Know Lyrics

[Intro]
You are now listening to AraabMuzik

[Verse]
Say baby, we can run the streets
I’m rolling up, herb and she kissing on my cheek
My old girl tripping she won’t let me be
She said my new bitch, made me weak
Why these niggas won’t let me be?
They mad I got bitches and my steez so unique
Since a young nigga, I practice what I preach
Better watch ya mouth ’cause you sow what you reap
Or is it reap what you sow?
I sent this shit backward ’cause I thought that you should know
See niggas nowadays just don’t have no hope
They don’t pay attention, they just going with the flow
I might have to lead them on
Just like a teasing bitch in her leggings and her draws
All my old friends need to let me go
They see a nigga getting bank they try to tag along

[Verse 2]
I’m in New York, specifically Manhattan
I’m with a bitch, we staying at the Mad Hatter
But f*ck boy my life something special
I made it far knowing I’m a down south rebel
At the bar, drinking wine, all in her ear
Feeling her head up, saying shit she wanna hear
She said she ain’t want nothing but my time
She thought a nigga pretty, shit I ain’t spend a dime
Like damn I’m thinking in my mind
I can’t f*cking leave this girl, I’ma give it time
I’ma let the heat simmer down
And f*ck her ass tonight while I still got the time
You niggas is so out of line
I got your girl at my show, the V.I.P line
Like nigga let’s be for real
A young nigga from the South, Ima keep it real

[Outro]
You are now listening to AraabMuzik

Okta Logue – Devil’s Dance Lyrics

The hours just slipped through
It feels so empty again
You look so sad in the morning light
I’d be confused, too, you’re drifting in time
Can you read in between these lines?

What’s left on the menu?
You’ve got the money to spend
You are your own favorite friend, you shine
You don’t let them fool you
But you’re frozen in time, in the ruins of ‘69

Stuck in a phone booth
You’re repeating the same drunk dials
Is there someone to hold you
When you’re hanging from bourbon skies?

Not every bitter end hides a second chance
Down the avenue of drawn-out nights

Falling off the edge, you do the devil’s dance
You’re rolling with the cool kids in town

There’s no meaning in truth at 2
It’ll change around 5, a variation of lies aligned
You got the tools to, to make it feel alright
In your own New York state of mind

Who’s left to hold you
As you’re cutting off every tie?
As cold as the Danube, in the winter of ’89

Not every bitter end hides a second chance
Down the avenue of drawn-out nights
Falling off the edge, you do the devil’s dance
You’re rolling with the cool kids in town

G-eazy – Moana Lyrics (feat. Jack Harlow)

(Zaytoven)

I don’t wanna hear about no drama
The check ain’t right if it ain’t no commas
Know she been sayin’ that she’s faithful to you
But she been lying like Osama

I miss Obama
I went to Drama’s, he got his own sauna
Better come get her ’cause your hoe on us
Got a bitch want some more, she look like Moana
Smoking on marijuana
Go ahead and roll one up
I got a whole squad, got a whole line-up
Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Uh, here I go, na-na
I know a Keisha and I know Lana
They try to get me back but I’m like no, na-na
I’m sorry, I don’t want no drama
Nah, that’s a hard no, pass
My house real big and my car go fast
In the club smoking Jack Harlow’s gas
But I’m about to do the jus’ that Carlos has
O Miami vice, ’bout to AT for it
Man, I don’t show up if they don’t pay me for it
New York party on the 18th floor
But her ass so fat that I can’t ignore it
Woo
I go crazy for it
But to ride the ride you got to be 18 for it
No games, just some foreplay before it
And the sex so good she wanna pay me for it

I don’t wanna hear about no drama
The check ain’t right if it ain’t no commas
Know she been sayin’ that she’s faithful to you

But she been lying like Osama
I miss Obama
I went to Drummer’s, he got his own sauna
Better come get her ’cause your hoe on us
Got a bitch want some more, she look like Moana
Smoking on marijuana
Go ahead and roll one up
I got a whole squad, got a whole line-up
Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Ay
Oh, you tryna put a show on?
Sippin’ on Cîroc got me so gone
And her best friend bad too
Tell me don’t mess with her like The Zohan
Wait a second, hold on
Why you still got your clothes on?
I ain’t hit the shit in so long
But once I hit it, so long
She’s soaking
Bad bitches put me in they close friends
From Sactown all the way to Oakland
I get it thumpin’, got this bitch jumpin’

I don’t wanna hear about no drama
The check ain’t right if it ain’t no commas
Know she been sayin’ that she’s faithful to you
But she been lying like Osama
I miss Obama
I went to Drummer’s, he got his own sauna
Better come get her ’cause your hoe on us
Got a bitch want some more, she look like Moana
Smoking on marijuana
Go ahead and roll one up
I got a whole squad, got a whole line-up
Oh, you tryna put a show on, huh?

Paloma Mami – Goteo Lyrics

[Letra de “Goteo”]

[Intro]
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm
Paloma Mami (Oh)
Mmm-hm-hm-hm
Yo goteo
Mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm
Feelin’ like you need a Spanish mami in your life

[Verso 1]
Pull up to the scene
Me ves al entrar, soy mucho pa’ ti (Mucho pa’ ti)
Hair and nails on fleek, toda natural desde que nací (Nací, -cí)
Un tumba’o royal, Fendi, Loui’ V
Caro para ti, pero not for me (Not for me)
Esto no lo elegí
Comin’ from New York, pues yo soy así (Eh)

[Coro]
Gota a gota, voy fly de pies a la cabeza
Gota a gota, son hundred thousand en mis prendas
Gota a gota, tasty, exótica, guanábana (Oh)
Gota a gota-ta-ta, no estoy fácil (Fácil; fácil)

[Post-Coro]
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)

[Verso 2]
Las pena’ van al mar, y todo mi dinero va para comprar (Yeah)
Mirar, pero no tocar, mis curva’ solo sirven para derrapar
Las pena’ van al mar (Pa’ allá), y todo mi dinero va para comprar (Bags)
Mirar, pero no tocar, mis curva’ solo sirven para derrapar

[Coro]
Gota a gota, voy fly de pies a la cabeza
Gota a gota, son hundred thousand en mis prendas
Gota a gota, tasty, exótica, guanábana (Oh)
Gota a gota-ta-ta, no estoy fácil (Fácil; fácil)

[Post-Coro]
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)
Yo goteo (Mmm; mmm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm, hm)
Yo goteo

[Outro]
To’ esto que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti
Yo goteo
To’ esto que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti
Yo goteo
To’ esto que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti
Yo goteo
To’ esto’ que tú ve’ aquí e’ mucho pa’ ti

Tommy Lee Sparta – Di Creature Lyrics (feat. Jimbo Sparta)

Di whole a dem fraid a di creature
Mi style shot like 9 milliliter
No true mi seh Spartan angel
Mi full a stripe more than zebra
Mobay a no walk over
13 a no walk over
New York a no walk over
Jimbo tell dem a badness run bout yah

Sparta rise di conesh-ti-cof
And step out a ball a fire
Mi si when di K get out
100 man, a 100 shot a let out
Pis and go home before mi dawgs dem get out
Shot inna yo face, yo duppy mi cyaa meck out
Inn yah fi rip, mi guns dem just get out
Dem down a house no meck nobody get out
Camouflage suit and bullet proof vest out

Wi appear like Catrina
Worst than Hiroshima
Crep different place a di drena
Gun dem down inna dutty water
Chop off di head a di leader
And di 50 caliber mi call punisher
Destiny tell Stylysh bring di finisher
Left di whole a dem a fraid fi Catrina

One belly drop inna back street straight
Di AK buss and di whole place shake
Like a earth quake di neighborhood wake

Jimbo wa kind a sound di rifle just meck
DI gun weh mi buss that a custom made
Bwoy get gunshot still a shake all day
Bwoy drop a ground blood a run like lake
Mi run over dem like icen paw cake

Dem cyaa tek wi fi idiot
Sparta mi seh, wi no tek chat
Big up cray man a real G that
And mi no care which p*ssy waan pree that
Any bwoy wi a led him haffi buy block
Cunta a watch dem pon di scope top

Wi no tek program, wi no inna nothing weh dem inna
A no we that

Wi appear like Catrina
Worst than Hiroshima
Crep different place a di drena
Gun dem down inna dutty water
Chop off di head a di leader
And di 50 caliber mi call punisher
Destiny tell Stylysh bring di finisher
Left di whole a dem a fraid fi Catrina

Di whole a dem fraid a di creature
Mi style shot like 9 milliliter
No true mi seh Spartan angel
Mi full a stripe more than zebra
Mobay a no walk over
13 a no walk over
New York a no walk over
Jimbo tell dem a badness run bout yah

Sparta rise di conesh-ti-cof
And step out a ball a fire
Mi si when di K get out
100 man, a 100 shot a let out
Pis and go home before mi dawgs dem get out
Shot inna yo face, yo duppy mi cyaa meck out
Inn yah fi rip, mi guns dem just get out
Dem down a house no meck nobody get out
Camouflage suit and bullet proof vest out

Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga

Joyner Lucas – The War Lyrics

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[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)

[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
I used to make love to a down-ass trick, you could bend her backwards (Woo)
I don’t need much but a badass bitch and a Netflix password (Hey)
I know that I’m comin’ home late, but fuck it, what we gon’ do after?
I’m tryna get head today, go to work like you got rent to pay
She a daddy’s girl, like Reginae (Ah)
I paid my dues, I ain’t gon’ lose (Word)
Hit ’em with the hand, the Deebo
All of you birds is Dan DeVito
I’ma die a legend like Dan Marino
I just blew a check at the damn casino
Stroll through life like I ain’t got rules
You think I ain’t shit if I ain’t got you
But how you gon’ walk if you ain’t got shoes? Ayy
Shawty shootin’ bullets from the Pontiac (Buh)
She a ventilatin’ hypochondriac (Hey)
She just wanna know where the Molly at (Woo)
I just wanna know where the party at (Woah)
I’ma leave your ass where I got you at (Gang)
Damn, you done let the dog off the leash
Can’t talk to me, now I’m harder to reach
You don’t belong to me, you belong to the streets (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I spent a check on a whip, on a bitch, on a grip, on a flip
Lost a darlin’, got it right back, yeah
I fell in love with a chick that I thought was my bitch
‘Til I found out it wasn’t really like that, yeah

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I got a Rolls, a pink Chanel, like RIP Prodigy (Prodigy)
Even when I’m just in at the spot, my wrist is a forty (Forty)
I’m in New York with five hundred sticks and we sell ’em two thousand apiece (Apiece)
A hundo for privates, yeah, land in Hawaii, my bitches in Honolulu (Yeah)
I hopped off a jet and I land in Dubai
Look like she got red contact in her eyes (Hop off a jet)
I’m ’bout to ride, you know you can slide
‘Bout to ride, but I don’t do lie
Want your body like Nicki Minaj (Yeah)
Hypnotize the jeweler with these diamonds (Yeah)
Takin’ mine, yeah, that’s an honor (Yeah, yeah)
I fuck with you, but this one done, yeah

[Bridge: Joyner Lucas]
And all my life, I just wanted to be me, babe (Oh, yeah)
And all my life I just wanted to be free (Oh)
Said all them nights spent together, we would stay up ’til forever
You act like you don’t remember, but I do (Oh-oh)
And that’s alright ’cause I know what it’s gon’ be, babe (Oh)
Said, “That’s alright, I found someone else for me” (Oh, oh-oh, oh)
So when you see us out together, please act like I never met you (Oh)
I just thought that I should let you know that

[Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh)
I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
So I won’t be around anymore (Anymore)
I can hear the sounds of the war (I can hear the sounds, yeah)
And this ain’t goin’ down like before (Oh, no)
And I can hear the sounds of the war (Oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Outro]
Mally Mall

Lucio Corsi – La Lucertola Lyrics

La lucertola firmò un accordo con le case, c’era scritto:
Noi case di pietre del campo ci impegniamo a raccogliere il sole e ci trasformiamo in una specie di sabbia per queste lucertole senza una spiaggia
Lucertola verde inseguita dai cani, che non sanno con chi stanno giocando, che non sei nata ieri per caso, sei un vecchio serpente che si trasforma in drago
Poi il drago si perderà nel profondo del cielo, nell’abisso, nella spina dorsale, nelle fogne di New York dove comanda il Coccodrillo cieco

Non si sa se si nasconde nel lago dell’accesa
Dove l’acqua è senza onde ma il riflesso t’acceca
Non si sa se si nasconde nel lago dell’accesa
Perché l’acqua è senza onde ma il riflesso t’acceca

E poi voi mi direte “Ma che delusione, i draghi noi li volevamo più grandi, più cattivi, più brutti, volanti”, ma vedrai che si son dovuti adeguare, prima c’era più spazio sia in cielo che in terra, ma via, ora è tutto un negozio è tutta una pizzeria

New Trolls – America Ok Lyrics

In aereo sopra New York city cantando Singing in the rain
Ma che colore hanno i miti vivi con gusto se li hai
America OK
Arance della California ne mangi una su una Buick
Son sogni fatti per l’insonnia i sogni in Tecnicolor Fruit
America OK
Oh yeah America OK

Io studio solo all’Actor’s Studio per questo qui non studio mai
Ascolto solamente radio con voce American DJ
Invidio i negri che son nati in Luisiana a stelle e a strisce vestirei
Sono nato per errore fuori dai confini tuoi

Dove sei USA
Dove sei USA
Dove sei

Scivolando sopra un’onda gigantesca con il surf
Nello spazio in una sonda sopra il ghiaccio col windsurf
America OK Oh yeah
Ascolto solo dischi funky e qualche inglese che fa il rock
Le voci blues dei negri bianchi io vivo dentro un mondo rock
.

Prodigy – Stronger Lyrics

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain (Uh-huh)
Inflicted again (And again and again and again) and again
What do they call me? (Know my name, bitch)
My name is Str-Strong (Uh-huh)
Strong (Yeah, ayo)

[Verse 1]
The moonlight shines on the New York skyline
Midtown is lit up, the city is mine
As I drive across Queensbridge, I see it clearly
From my P.O.V. (What do they), this is fact not theory
Yeah, that rapper got money
But that rapper can’t walk through this concrete jungle ’cause he doin’ it wrong
New York belongs to Don P
You could have the rest of the world, I’m good (Strong) with these streets
Skyscrapers and housin’ buildings
I know about London but I prefer Brooklyn
I know about Marseilles but I prefer Queens
And while you hire cops (What do they), I prefer my team
I got a powerful army, it’s no need for a gun
You want hardcore rap? You f**kin with the right one
This is maximum strength, there’s no need for drugs
You want reality rap, homie, you got the right one
I’m

[Chorus: Nina Simone & Prodigy]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, (You know what?) Strong

[Verse 2]
Maybe once every tangerine moon I’ll be in the mood to paint the town red with your corpuscles
And plasma, some violent art
These thoughts in the corners (What do they) of my mind are dark
But then the Times Square lights, they switch my whole attitude
Reminds me of billions, that loot
I must persist, I must pursue
The rest of my success (Strong), I am not through
They tried to put my run to an end
But as sure as the point on the state buildin’
I stand tall, wipe the dirt off my clothes when I fall down (What do they), I’m way too strong
This is my town, my subways and sidewalks
I done ran through these gutters like a tunnel rat, pah’
Waist deep, inside of the shit
In the midst of the action where people get hit, look

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again and again
What do they call me?
My name is Str-Strong, Strong

[Prodigy]
Yeah
You ain’t never been touched means you don’t participate
Within the f**kery, you stay comfortably distant, from pain infliction
Meanwhile I’m (What do they) flirtin’ with Death
She put her lipstick on the collar of my shirt, next to my jugular
I ain’t tryin’ to keep her, I just wanna f**k her
When I pass through I’m too committed to life
She a bitch but I love her refuse to (Strong) part from her
I’m destiny’s child, I survived it all
The most high got a special plan just for me
My table is set,with cake for days
I’m a lil’ bit late but (What do they) it’s okay
My future’s so bright that I gotta wear shades
I follow in the footsteps of LL Cool J
50 and P. Diddy, my relentless drive
To thrive and prosper, made (Strong) me

[Chorus: Nina Simone]
Strong enough to take the pain
Inflicted again, and again
What do they call me?
My name, is Str-Strong, Strong
What do they
Strong