9 To 5 - Dolly Parton
Jump on outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5
what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're in the same boat with a lotta your friends
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in
'N' the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' 9 to 5
what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
yeah they got you where they want you
There's a better life
and you dream about it
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
whoa what a way to make a livin'
'Stead-a gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
yeah they done got you where they want you
There's a better life
and you dream about it
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
9 To 5 - Dolly Parton
Jump on outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5
what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're in the same boat with a lotta your friends
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in
'N' the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' 9 to 5
what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
yeah they got you where they want you
There's a better life
and you dream about it
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
whoa what a way to make a livin'
'Stead-a gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
yeah they done got you where they want you
There's a better life
and you dream about it
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
9 To 5 - Dolly Parton
Jump on outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
And yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5
what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're in the same boat with a lotta your friends
Waitin' for the day your ship'll come in
'N' the tide's gonna turn and it's all gonna roll your way
Workin' 9 to 5
what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
yeah they got you where they want you
There's a better life
and you dream about it
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life puttin' money in his wallet
whoa what a way to make a livin'
'Stead-a gettin' by
it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
yeah they done got you where they want you
There's a better life
and you dream about it
It's a rich man's game no matter what they call it
9 To 5 (9 To 5)- Dolly Parton
Tumble outta bed
And stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawnin', stretchin', try to come to life
Jump in the shower
And the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the streets
The traffic starts jumpin'
And folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
Workin' 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin'
And no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that i
Would deserve a fair promotion
Want to move ahead
But the boss won't seem to let me in
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me
They let your dream
Just a' watch 'em shatter
You're just a step
On the boss man's a' ladder
But you got dream he'll never take away
On the same boat
With a lot of your friends
Waitin' for the day
Your ship'll come in
And the tide's gonna turn
An' it's all gonna roll you away
Workin' 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin'
And no givin'
They just use your mind
And you never get the credit
It's enough to drive you Crazy if you let it
9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There's a better life
And you think that i would daunt you
It's a rich man's game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Going funny if you want it
Workin' 9 to 5
What a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by
It's all takin'
And no givin'
They just use you mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you
Crazy if you let it
9 to 5, yeah, they got you where they want you
There's a better life
And you dream that i would daunt you
It's a rich man's game
No matter what they call it
And you spend your life
Going funny if you want it
David Banner Ft. Akon, Lil Wayne & Snoop Dogg - 9mm
Snoop Dooogg
Konvict Music... Akon N David Banner
If Niggas Wanna Ride Tonight, Best Beleive We Bout To Ride Tonight Yeah
Young Money, Cash Money
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
Lil Wayne:
Tool On Deck
Why Would I Lie
Nigga You A Pussy
Hope You Got 9 Lives
I Could Hit A Nigga Wit The 9.-9 Times
Country Ass Boy
Country Like Leanne Rimes
Mississippi D-Banner
And Lil-Weezy-Anna
Everybody Got Tools
So You Will Need A Hammer
Im A Pill Poppin Animal
Syrup Sipping Nigga
Im So High You Couldnat Reach Me Wit A Fucking Antenna
Your Fucking Wit This Man
You Can Be This Man Dinner
The 9 Give Me Brains
But The Ak Add Lever
The Rapper Is Insane
Flowing Like A Mad River
Make Your Ass Quiver
Like You Nekkad At Winter
Hollygrove Honcho
Hard Time Giver
Im A Shark In The Water
You Just Long John Silver
I Got A Girl
You Want To Meet Her
Her Name Is 9 Millimeter
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
David Banner:
If I Got 9 Slugs, 9 Bullets Gon Fly
If I Got A Red Beam, 9 People Gon Die
9 Momma's Gon Cry, 9 Spirits In The Sky
9 Preachers Preachin, 9 Sermons Tellin 9 Lies
Cause Each And Every One Of Yall 9 Nigga's Wasn't Shit
I Would Of Rather Kept The 9 Lugers In The Ruger Clips
The Index Finga Slip I Let The 9 Spit
I Lick Em All Like 18 Tits On 9 Chicks
Im A Suicide Risk, 9 Slits On Each Wrist
If I Died 9 Times, The Next Go Arounds A Bitch
And If I Come Back I Throw 99 Souls
And Shove 9 Inches Of Dick In 99 Hoes Yall
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
Snoop Dogg:
Ima West Coast Original, Black John Wayne
Nigga Here We From We Like To Pop That Thang
Hey You Better Stop That Man,
Fat Mouth The Dawg And Imma Pop, Pop, Bang
Kids Wanna Bust Me, Hoes Wanna Suck Me
Nigga's Wanna Touch Me , None Of That Trust Me
Im Too Slick To Slide, Never Snitch I Let It Ride
I Set Aside, All My Feelins When Im Killin, Like A Villian
Move Quick Like A Cheetah, Imma Killa
I Aint Here To Lock Up, I Flash The Heata And Then Lock Ya Whole Block Up
Dip Dop Deeta, Banner Turn The Beat Up,
Illa For Realla My Nilla Deal Another Card
You Niggas Always Actin Hard,
I Keep A 9 Mm In My Waist And Got Two More In The Car
Yeah You All Bout To Get So Quit It,
Tryin To Conseal It You Fuck Around And Make Me Reveal It So Kill It Skillet
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
I Got A 9mm
Ready To Go Off Any Minute
So You Feel It
Because Of A Law I Had To Conseal It
If You Fuck Around You Gon Make Me Reveal It
David Banner Ft. Akon, Lil Wayne & Snoop Dogg - 9mm
Dear Future Husband
演唱：eghan Trainor
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things
You'll need to know if you wanna be
My one and only all my life
Take me on a date
I deserve a bae
And don't forget the flowers every anniversary
'Cause if you'll treat me right
I'll be the perfect wife
Buying groceries
Buy-buying what you need
You got that 9 to 5
But, baby, so do I
So don't be thinking I'll be home and baking apple pies
I never learned to cook
But I can find a hook
Sing along with me
Sing-sing along with me (hey)
You gotta know how to treat me like a lady
Even when I'm acting crazy
Tell me everything's alright
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things you'll need to know if you want to be
My one and only all my life
Dear future husband,
If you wanna get that special lovin'
Tell me I'm beautiful each and every night
After every fight
Just apologize
And maybe then I'll let you try and rock my body right
Even if I was wrong
You know I'm never wrong
Why disagree?
Why, why disagree?
You gotta know how to treat me like a lady
Even when I'm acting crazy
Tell me everything's alright
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things
You'll need to know if you want to be
My one and only all my life (hey, baby)
Dear future husband,
Make time for me
Don't leave me lonely
And know we'll never see your family more than mine
I'll be sleeping on the left side of the bed (hey)
Open doors for me and you may get some kisses
Don't have a dirty mind
Just be a classy guy
Buy me a ring
Buy-buy me a ring, babe
You gotta know how to treat me like a lady
Even when I'm acting crazy
Tell me everything's alright
Dear future husband,
Here's a few things
You'll need to know if you want to be
My one and only all my life
Dear future husband,
If you wanna get that special loving
Tell me I'm beautiful each and every night
Future husband, better love me right
Royce Da 5'9"(ft.Nottz & Adonis) - On The Boulevard
IIII've - been trying so haaaard
To erase the scaaaars
Of living this liiiife - on the boulevaaaaard!
Oooooo-ooooohhh! - On the boulevaaaaaaaard!
Yeeaahh, yeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Every morning - Kenny wakes up 'bout 5 A.M.
And jog' 'bout seven miles before class start.
Had dreams of being the next superstar
Like that boy who sang Bo'. (like that boy who sang Bo'!)
Kenny's ambition was crazy,
In his heart he was determined to get it, so he stuck with' it!
Six days out the week {ooohh!} - Kenny hit the track
With his goals set high. (high!) - He ain't turnin' back! {ooohh!}
Lost one too many friends over guns and crack,
Kenny put it in his mind there's something better then that. {ooohh!}
His daddy called him flypaper the way he stuck to the track
His momma said: "It's your time, baby, you can't turn back! " (turn back!)
And through all the blood, sweat, and the tears
Kenny promised the fan - for 40
To come. - G he shall prosper
Jumpin' hurdles in life 'til the next one pop up! {ooohh!}
IIII've - been trying so haaaard
To erase the scaaaars
Of living this liiiife - on the boulevaaaaard!
Oooooo-ooooohhh! - On the boulevaaaaaaaard!
Yeeaahh, yeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Every morning - Kenny wakes up at 9 A.M.
Hit the traphouse and stay there til it's 5 A.M.
Uh! - I call that trappin' pages {ooohh!}
He always holdin' his dick - always bustin' off, but I don't call that masterbation.
And you will never hear: "Oh, my god! They killed Kenny! " Bitch, this ain't South Park!
This the Dirty Mittons, scurvy conditions
Workers is stealin'. - Stealers is workin', {ooohh!} you only as real as the nigga you
Bullets fly to your chest leak
Treat you like you a crownless chess piece! {ooohh!}
Middle finger never up. {ooohh!} - That's a substituted waste.
Why would he do that when can just - tell you niggas: "Fuck you! " to your face?
He could fill up y'all with Philly's Boulevard B
To pull your card with no regards for the laws, wearin' a hoodie. {yeeeaaahh!}
Police on his trail, {yeeaa-yeeaa-yeeeaaaahhh!}
Roll his window down like: "Can I help you office-eeeeeerr? "
I've been huuuustliiin' - for so looooong! (so looong!)
'Ey, 'ey! - The streeeets just won't - leave me alooooone! (alooooone!)
It's a baaaattle that I've gotta wiiiiin. (ooohh, ooohh!)
I can't give iiiiit uuuup! (ooohh, ooohh!) - I can't give iiiiit uuuuuuuuuuuuup! - Noooo!
IIII've - been trying so haaaard
To erase the scaaaars
Of living this liiiife - on the boulevaaaaard!
Oooooo-ooooohhh! - On the boulevaaaaaaaard!
Yeeaahh, yeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeeaaaaaaaah!
Bound for destiny, for greatness.
Yet they both struggled with... the 9-7.
As evidence they were meant to be more...
Yet they can't seem to finally find the score!
Cause the game they played... was rigged from the beginnin'!
And in the end...
I sat on the sidelines and cry!
Both cues...
Stuck in a parallel universe will lose their lives!
Jay-Z - Threat
The Black Album(2003)
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conductin
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?
Jay-Z - Threat
The Black Album(2003)
Yo once a pimp gets threats
That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them
And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
Yeah, I done told you niggaz
9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
9 albums, stop fuckin with me
I done told you niggaz
The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives
9th wonder
Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
This is a un-usual musical I conductin
You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
Nigga I keep trash bags with me
Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!
Grown man I put hands on you
I dig a hole in the desert, they build The Sands on you
Lay out blueprint plans on you
We Rat Pack niggaz, let Sam tap dance on you
Then, I Sinatra shot ya God damn you
I put the boy in the box like David Blaine
Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang
Y'all wish I was frontin, I George Bush the button
Front of all you in your car lift up your hood nigga run it
Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it
Your boy got the goods y'all don't want nuttin of it
Like, castor oil, I Castor Troy you
Change your face or the bullets change all that for you
y'all niggaz is targets
Y'all garages for bullets, please don't make me park it
in your upper level, valet a couple strays
from the 38 special, nigga, God bless you
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
Yeah I'm threatening ya, YEAH I'm threatening ya!
Who you thank you dealin with?
They call me Chris, nigga I been makin threats
since I been in kindergarten nigga!
Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard
When the gun is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies
like numchuks held by the Jet L-I
I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try
No two, no three, no four, know why?
Because one's four-five might blow yo' high
You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God
Put you on the nigga news, UPN at 11
Where you been, you ain't heard, got the word that I'm
I'm especially Joe Pesci with a grin
I will kill you, commit suicide, and kill you again
That's right
I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
Put your smarts on the side of your garment
Nigga stop fuckin with me
R. -- I. -- P.
Whattup? Motherfucker I keep three motherfuckers what?
Nigga I'll throw a Molotov cocktail through your momma's momma's house
Nigga what the - where everybody live!
Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga
Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth nigga
and help you swallow
Nigga I take a mop handle off nigga
And sweep nigga - hold on, I'll be - nigga what?
I thought I'd probably die in prison,
expensive taste in women
Ain't had no pot to piss in,
now my kitchen full of dishes
Nose bloody from that sniffin',
your heroin addiction
Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision
This be that murder business,
little Timmy got that semi
I ain't kidding hide yo kittens,
hit yo children with that Smith and
A bunch of ignant little niglets,
hard headed, never listen
Purple sippin', finger twistin',
teeth glisten like it's Memphis
A bunch of hypocritic Christians,
the land of no religion
My Santa Claus was missing,
catch you slippin' then it's Christmas
Motherfuck a wishlist,
my ghetto was ambition
For my benjis and my Bentley,
and them bitches now I gets gets
On the road to riches,
a diamond rings, designer jeans
Toking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing
I wonder if they miss me,
as long as I make history
Now my soul is feeling empty,
tell the reaper come and get me
Who said you can’t live forever lied
Of course, I’m living forever I’ll
Forever, I’ll live long
You can’t ever deny
My flaws, I’m living forever I’ll
Forever, I’ll LIVE
Riding through your city
like that motherfucka mine
Or toking on that semi,
rob a motherfucka blind
License plate says wipe me down,
car from 1989
But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine
Lost your motherfucking mind,
what's on your mind niggas talking down
Never talk to cops,
make him talk God when I tote that 9,
he ain't talking now
Tell 'em watch your spine,
I mean watch your back
Better guide your track,
better not look back
Now stay in line, don't step on cracks
So you break her back
I'm talking 'bout your mom
Cause there's killers in my town,
making hits, sniffing lines
Out committing crimes,
wait for shit to simmer down
Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine
On the grind, do you dirty with that
shimmy shimmy ya
Where they shoot without a purpose,
services 'n hearses
Kids who ain't deserve it,
can't survive a thing,
you're worthless
Strangers make me nervous,
who's that peekin' in my window
with a pistol to my curtains?
Who said you can’t live forever lied
Of course, I’m living forever I’ll
Forever, I’ll live long
You can’t ever deny
My flaws, I’m living forever I’ll
Forever, I’ll LIVE
Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch,
know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick
Nigga, R.I.P. to PIMP,
can't forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis
so shout out to triple six
Who said you can’t live forever lied
Of course, I’m living forever I’ll
Forever, I’ll live long
You can’t ever deny
My flaws, I’m living forever I’ll
Forever, I’ll LIVE
I Am Your Leader
Nicki Minaj,Cam’ron,Rick Ross
百度Nicki Minaj贴吧
Look sucker, this my gun butter
Street fighter b-tches, this the up cutter
Nun-chucker, no time to ducka'
Sign little course 'cuz this is her last suppa'
Play with me, check who came with me
I bought a couple 9′s, plus the K's with me
I breeze through Queen's to check some bad b-tches
I stunt so hard, assess the damages
Cause this that aw, this is that aw
And yes the party b-tches go get the bandages
Young yummy, fuck you got from me
I hate a phony b*tch that front that chunk chummy
I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa'
Big fat pussy with a icy watch
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
When I fly, it's one letter and one number
You act hoes could get hot for one summer
After that the queen will still reign here,
I'm center course to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in the hood, nigg-s is getting woodies
Hit the hot topic, nicki minaj hoodie
I'm a prin b-tch I'm a prin
Go to harlem, and kick kim
It's dipset, get your d-ck wet
Boarded the big jet, and got a big check
Now you tell me, who the f-ck is winning
I'm on my Russel Simmons, Nicki denim, nicki leanin
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
Jealous nigg-s is gossip, watch me tie up my laces
B-tches be jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for my project, just give me 10 mill I'm gravy
I went back to the projects, and 2 mill in mercedes
I get hit from your lady, have her bill me later
I'm on school with the hustle, just gave rihanna my pager
Heart break hotel, I'm in the 8 rise suite
Rolls royce wood, I'm talking play off seat
Know that boy busy balling I like to play all week
Monday night with the raw,... with the beat
Power slamming them hammers I get you handle for free
So where the f-ck is her manners, she gives brain while I tweet
Dm, in the bm, you cm, you... you love it
Motherf-ckers on my d-ck, suck it
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck x 2
See the car is european but god imported from tokyo
Looking like a shark, the nose call it pinocchio
Well off, well f, lv, logo
Middle of july but the wrist on snowfloor
Only do the aspens, y'all got a poking nose
I'm sunny and you must...
Ride the whip, 5 on the hip, live with the pies got 9 for the flip
High with a b-tch, she cry for the d-ck, oh my know why... get
Now I need an aspirin
She said you're only cam'ron,
Girlfriend you don't know cam'ron from nowhere
So don't go tampering, you're just a nail I hammer
Never girl that's on my camera
My name you cannot slender, adult girl watch your manners
She run and tell here mama, I think I love her...
Because you say upon my lap,
Nah, I ain't saying... hope they call me my...
Even do... why would I fight her, don't even like her
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
Hello - Lil Wayne
Chicken bone I was on
Now it's on
Death wish, btch
California house in the hills
Big windows, no blinds
Can't sleep past 9
We pass weed like time over here
Money over fear
Her lipstick smeared
Her pussy lip pierced
Daddy gotta go
After daddy get his
See ya later alligator
Crying crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack
She got a nice rack
And that apple bottom,
ite that Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
but I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'ma wear this ass out
like a uniform
So ride this dack like a horse,
pony, unicorn
Boning her back when I'm in the ahh
Phone in her back pocket
made her booty call
I said hello, hello
She said oh shit
I ain't mean to call you
what you doing
I said nothing
She said I know
what you should be doing
And could be doing
Open up your legs
Walk me through it
Ain't too proud to beg,
psh ngga please
I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees
What you know about that?
I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees
What you know about that?
Skate, smoke, fck, yeah
California house in the hills
Big windows, no blinds
Can't sleep past 9
We pass weed like time over here
Money over fear
Her lipstick smeared
Her pussy lips pierced
Daddy gotta go
After daddy get his
See ya later alligator
Crying crocodile tears
Don't worry I'll be back
If her pussy like crack
She got a nice rack
And that apple bottom,
bite that Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
but I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'ma wear this ass
out like a uniform
So ride this dck like a horse,
pony, unicorn
She put her lips around the mother
cking hookah bong
Phone in her back pocket
I said hello
made callher booty
She said oh sh*t
I ain't mean to call you
But anyway, what you doing
I said nothing
She said I know what you should be doing
And could be doing
Open up your legs
And walk me through it
Ain't too proud to beg,
psh ngga please
I fell on my head
And she fell on her knees
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
I be on my head
And she be on her knees
What you know about that?
Bitch, bitch
Skate, smoke, fck, yeah
shane heyl
shane heyl shane heyl
shane heyl
Daarna Cash Ik Uit
演唱：SFB,Hef
Belasting en boetes die maken me moe
Gaf me moeder een money zei vraag me niet hoe
Geen 9 tot 5 bitch ik doe wat ik doe
K heb een ding die me belt ze zegt kom naar me toe
Ik zeg kruimel alvast leg die shit in een vloei
En draai ik m dicht zit ie vol zeg ik
Dan lieg ik weer schat ik moest naar m toe skuurt
Ze mixt naar m'n money broer daarna cash ik uit
Vroeger skeer op de block dom
Investeer in me nigga z'n hok aii
Gefouileert je vindt niks in m'n sok whoo
Ik mis die poenie dan gooi ik een stok dom
Was met jiggy aan t stressen om n contract
Straks pak ik elke show wat een dealer op n ons pakt
Met kleine stapjes kom ik dichter bij de bron aii
Elke doezoe die ik stash brengt me dichterbij m'n ton bonus
Oeh oeh oeh oeh oooeeehhh
We flippen t oeh
Stacken t oeh
Cashen t daarna cash ik uit
Chanel whoo
Flippen t what
We stacken t oeh
We rennen we rennen we pakken
Daarna cash ik uit let's get it
We flippen t oeh
We stacken t rrrre
We rennen t daarna cash ik uit whoo
We flippen t flippen t
We swipen die nigga en daarna cash ik uit
We flippen m flippen m flippen m
Op facebook maar ik eet goed
Want ik cash t uit cash
Je weet t cash
Eerst gingen die jongens in jou anus anus
Nu opeens wil je trappen op me tenen
Voel me nu beledigd oeh
Heb je al gelezen oeh
Want als nog heb je frenna in jou playlist
Kijk naar m'n jongens ze zijn meenens
Kijk naar m'n jongens ze zijn koud ijskoud
Eey kijk naar je jongens ze zijn haters
Kijk naar me jongen en hij is dom heel dom oeh
Eey kijk naar je jongen en hij is blameless blameless
Ik zou never zeggen dat ik de beste ben
Want volgensmij heb ik dat al bewezen oeh
Ayeah je weet t je weet t
Ja je weet t hèèè
Je weet t je weet ik cash t uit money
Op money nu oeh
Nigger en nigger en nigger en nigger
Ik zweer t
Oeh oeh oeh oeh oooeeehhh daarna cash ik uit
We flippen t
Stacken t stacken t oeh
We willen die dough dus daarna cash ik uit
Swish whoo
Flippen t flippen t
We stacken t oeh
We stashen die money je weet het
Daarna cash ik uit let's get it
We flippen t oeh
We stacken t stacken daarna cash ik uit whoo
We flippen t stacken die dollar we stacken die euro's
Ik zweer het nigga ey daarna cash ik uit
Ze flippen m ze flippen m op instagram
Voor al m'n fans alsnog ben gesigned dom
We flippen t flippen t flippen t
We spinnen t en clippen t een milli views daarna cash ik uit
Laat me nu met rust ik wil niet praten
Ik ben bezig ik ben bezig check m'n status
Ik zweer het die faker en bitches en flikkers die maken me moe
Ik word beschuldigd maar ik ben niet eens de dader
We whippen en whippen die kitchen
Ik ben hier met 9 ben op de grind
Weet niet voor jou maar ik weet wel van mij
Je wil nu klemme maar zakken doen pijn
Ben hier met frenna hij sipt medicijn
Jandro heeft dagoes waarop we design
Mijner oeh
We flippen t flippen t
We stacken t stacken t
We willen die dough dus daarna cash ik uit
Swish whoo
Flippen t flippen t flippen t
We stacken t
We stashen die money je weet het
Daarna cash ik uit oh whoo
We flippen t oeh flippen t
We stacken t stacken daarna cash ik uit whoo
We flippen t stacken die dollar stacken die euro's
Ik zweer het nigga daarna cash ik uit dom
I Am Your Leader
Nicki Minaj,Cam’ron,Rick Ross
百度Nicki Minaj贴吧
Look sucker, this my gun butter
Street fighter b-tches, this the up cutter
Nun-chucker, no time to ducka'
Sign little course 'cuz this is her last suppa'
Play with me, check who came with me
I bought a couple 9′s, plus the K's with me
I breeze through Queen's to check some bad b-tches
I stunt so hard, assess the damages
Cause this that aw, this is that aw
And yes the party b-tches go get the bandages
Young yummy, fuck you got from me
I hate a phony b*tch that front that chunk chummy
I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa'
Big fat pussy with a icy watch
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
When I fly, it's one letter and one number
You act hoes could get hot for one summer
After that the queen will still reign here,
I'm center course to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in the hood, nigg-s is getting woodies
Hit the hot topic, nicki minaj hoodie
I'm a prin b-tch I'm a prin
Go to harlem, and kick kim
It's dipset, get your d-ck wet
Boarded the big jet, and got a big check
Now you tell me, who the f-ck is winning
I'm on my Russel Simmons, Nicki denim, nicki leanin
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
Jealous nigg-s is gossip, watch me tie up my laces
B-tches be jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for my project, just give me 10 mill I'm gravy
I went back to the projects, and 2 mill in mercedes
I get hit from your lady, have her bill me later
I'm on school with the hustle, just gave rihanna my pager
Heart break hotel, I'm in the 8 rise suite
Rolls royce wood, I'm talking play off seat
Know that boy busy balling I like to play all week
Monday night with the raw,... with the beat
Power slamming them hammers I get you handle for free
So where the f-ck is her manners, she gives brain while I tweet
Dm, in the bm, you cm, you... you love it
Motherf-ckers on my d-ck, suck it
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck x 2
See the car is european but god imported from tokyo
Looking like a shark, the nose call it pinocchio
Well off, well f, lv, logo
Middle of july but the wrist on snowfloor
Only do the aspens, y'all got a poking nose
I'm sunny and you must...
Ride the whip, 5 on the hip, live with the pies got 9 for the flip
High with a b-tch, she cry for the d-ck, oh my know why... get
Now I need an aspirin
She said you're only cam'ron,
Girlfriend you don't know cam'ron from nowhere
So don't go tampering, you're just a nail I hammer
Never girl that's on my camera
My name you cannot slender, adult girl watch your manners
She run and tell here mama, I think I love her...
Because you say upon my lap,
Nah, I ain't saying... hope they call me my...
Even do... why would I fight her, don't even like her
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck
What the fuck are you lookin at self
You want a piece of me
Ahh man shit
The story of my life
If i could start from scratch i wouldn't change shit
same red bandana same 45th
same g wagon same hoodrat bitch
workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
same telephone booth same connect
that mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
same bloody t-shirt same address
same dog food album bangin in my tape deck
homie if i could make it 94 today
i'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A.
i would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies
fuck a rap career
i'd give anything in the world to bring back my Person tez
seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
if i could bring back my homeboy charles he would say
If i could start my life from scratch
if i could take away the pain off my past
if i had another chance i would do just that
i'd give anything jus' to go right back
If i could start my life from scratch
if i could take away the pain off my past
if i had another chance i would do just that
i'd give anything jus' to go right back
Homie if i could rewind the hands of time
i would of cut of the ps2 at 12:49
Nigga i'm a gangsta i stay on my grime
who knew 11 minutes later i'd get shot wit my own 9
i was 2 beeps away from a flatline
when you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shyne
dre said its my turn
he call it game time
23 lexanis bitches call 'em Lebrons
i'd give my own life if i could change God's mind
bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime
he let off a whole k
got shot 1 time
that was a cool Nigga Person i wish he had 9 lives
my brother devon died coz he chased the cat
this a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back
i got a confession to make its called payback
if y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at
If i could start my life from scratch
if i could take away the pain off my past
if i had another chance i would do just that
i'd give anything jus' to go right back
If i could start my life from scratch
if i could take away the pain off my past
if i had another chance i would do just that
i'd give anything jus' to go right back
i would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday
when pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay
would have told Vita to stay sober
when niggas beg for mercy
that mean the beef is over
told to take the porsche back
drive a rover
told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova
i would've change a couple of lines when i wrote soldier
so i wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder
my life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion
i've been front to back
side to side
level my 6 4 frame out
keep on rollin
keep your family far away and your enemys closer
picture the source suckin benzino's dick
tryna be the big fish in the pond
you know how them piranhas get
you dead when dat green line go flat
if you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that
If i could start my life from scratch
if i could take away the pain off my past
if i had another chance i would do just that
i'd give anything jus' to go right back
If i could start my life from scratch
if i could take away the pain off my past
if i had another chance i would do just that
i'd give anything jus' to go right back
Go right back
Start from scratch
Ah, I don't wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass
It's right now, right now, right here
And we bringing it to you live, COME ON!
Golden state, what... come on, what bitch
New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up
Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll
Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly
Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me
Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's
Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary
Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really-
Can't fuck wit y'all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh)
Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt
Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt
Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9
Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure
Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same
Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane
Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust
In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch!
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (come on)
Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean
Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean
That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes
Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters
Bullshit so far what this game sent
We here to burn it down open bar entertainment
Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw
Lactose intolerant
but I still sell
Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell
Don't salt there hoes flows ain't got that sea smell
Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage-
Can't come to the town terrorizing we been Laden
Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage
Back to the blockmates and it's safe to unlock cakes
King sizzel makin' bank, shake the spizzle,
We don't make it drizzle we rain in the G-state
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (come one)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Yeah!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing It!)
La la la la la la la la (yeah)
Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush
The effects of the compound the ammo dump
Doc Dre don't fuck with punks
We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us
Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop
Speak what you believe and hope you don't get shot for it
Ghetto poets, show it if you got one
A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun
I can write to the sound of the sunset
Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon
Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme
And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance
Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!)
Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!)
Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc-
The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha)
La la la la la la la la (come on)
Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State
Tank - Emergency
Gotta a lady on the line
She screaming, why would she need, ooh
I done got this call a thousand times
I'm leaving, rushing to see, ooh
I got the sirens on (I'm running every light)
She says she's all alone (and needed in her life)
Until I get there girl, stay on the line
It's an emer-gency
I'm rushing and I have the mind
It's an emer-gency
'cause we ain't got a lot of time
I gotta save her, come any later, somebody might get there before me
Emer-gency, that 9-1-1's for me, emergency
When I got there, put her on the floor
She leakin', but she still breathin, ooh
Give her mouth to mouth a little more
Repeat it, "to" show her I mean it, ooooh
I think I know what's wrong (lemme turn off all the lights)
She won't be here for long (If I don't get this right)
Girl I just can't lose you, so hold on please
It's an emer-gency
I'm rushing and I have the mind
It's an emer-gency
'cause we ain't got a lot of time
I gotta save her, come any later, somebody might get there before me
Emer-gency, that 9-1-1's for me, emergency
It's a good thing that you called me when you did,
"Cause you were" Slowly fading and wasn't gon' make it
I'm a doctor see these tools I'm working with'
I need to operate I need you to be naked
I can feel your heartbeat, Uh... Uh oh
Beatin' like it's so deep, Uh... Uh oh
Give up on you ne-ver, I'll make you better
It's an emer-gency
I'm rushing and I have the mind
It's an emer-gency
'cause we ain't got a lot of time
I gotta save her, come any later, somebody might get there before me
Emer-gency, that 9-1-1's for me, emergency
Ah, I don't wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass
It's right now, right now, right here
And we bringing it to you live, COME ON!
Golden state, what... come on, what bitch
New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up
Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll
Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly
Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me
Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's
Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary
Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really-
Can't fuck wit y'all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh)
Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt
Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt
Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9
Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure
Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same
Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane
Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust
In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch!
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (come on)
Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean
Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean
That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes
Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters
Bullshit so far what this game sent
We here to burn it down open bar entertainment
Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw
Lactose intolerant
but I still sell
Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell
Don't salt there hoes flows ain't got that sea smell
Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage-
Can't come to the town terrorizing we been Laden
Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage
Back to the blockmates and it's safe to unlock cakes
King sizzel makin' bank, shake the spizzle,
We don't make it drizzle we rain in the G-state
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (come one)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Yeah!)
La la la la la la la la (Sing It!)
La la la la la la la la (yeah)
Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush
The effects of the compound the ammo dump
Doc Dre don't fuck with punks
We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us
Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop
Speak what you believe and hope you don't get shot for it
Ghetto poets, show it if you got one
A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun
I can write to the sound of the sunset
Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon
Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme
And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance
Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!)
Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!)
Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc-
The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote
Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!)
Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!)
Look at all the shit that you started (yeah)
You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!)
La la la la la la la la (yes)
La la la la la la la la (Sing!)
La la la la la la la la (Ha)
La la la la la la la la (come on)
Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State
Jay-Z - 99 Problems
If your having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
I got the rap patrol on the gat patrol
Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes"
I'm from the hood stupid what type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos
You'd celebrate the minute you was having doe
I'm like fuck critics you can kiss my whole asshole
If you don't like my lyrics you can press fast forward
Got beef with radio if I don't play they show
They don't play my hits well I don't give a shit SO
Rap mags try and use my black ass
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads...fuckers
I don't know what you take me as
or understand the intelligence that Jay-Z has
I'm from rags to ritches nigga I ain't dumb
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fucking law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain't trying to see no highway chase with jake
Plus I got a few dollars I can fight the case
So I...pull over to the side of the road
And I heard "Son do you know why I'm stopping you for?"
Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hats real low
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don't know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo?
"Well you was doing fifty five in a fifty four"
"License and registration and step out of the car"
"Are you carrying a weapon on you I know alot of you are"
I ain't stepping out of shit all my papers legit
"Do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And I know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or something?"
Nah I ain't pass the bar but I know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my shit
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Now once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe
This is not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy
But a pussy having no God Damn sense, try and push me
I tried to ignore him and talk to the Lord
Pray for him, cause some fools just love to perform
You know the type loud as a motor bike
But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
The only thing that's gonna happen is i'mma get to clapping
He and his boys gon' be yapping to the captain
And there I go trapped in the kit kat again
Back through the system with the riff raff again
Fiends on the floor scratching again
Paparazzi's with they cameras snapping them
D.A. tred to give the nigga the shaft again
Half-a-mil for bail cause I'm African
All because this fool was horrasin them
Trying to play the boy like hes saccarin
But ain't nothing sweet 'bout how I hold my gun
I got 99 problems but being a bitch ain't one
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
99 Problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
If you having girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
You're crazy for this one Rick
It's your boy
Tank - Emergency
Gotta a lady on the line
She screaming, why would she need, ooh
I done got this call a thousand times
I'm leaving, rushing to see, ooh
I got the sirens on (I'm running every light)
She says she's all alone (and needed in her life)
Until I get there girl, stay on the line
It's an emer-gency
I'm rushing and I have the mind
It's an emer-gency
'cause we ain't got a lot of time
I gotta save her, come any later, somebody might get there before me
Emer-gency, that 9-1-1's for me, emergency
When I got there, put her on the floor
She leakin', but she still breathin, ooh
Give her mouth to mouth a little more
Repeat it, "to" show her I mean it, ooooh
I think I know what's wrong (lemme turn off all the lights)
She won't be here for long (If I don't get this right)
Girl I just can't lose you, so hold on please
It's an emer-gency
I'm rushing and I have the mind
It's an emer-gency
'cause we ain't got a lot of time
I gotta save her, come any later, somebody might get there before me
Emer-gency, that 9-1-1's for me, emergency
It's a good thing that you called me when you did,
"Cause you were" Slowly fading and wasn't gon' make it
I'm a doctor see these tools I'm working with'
I need to operate I need you to be naked
I can feel your heartbeat, Uh... Uh oh
Beatin' like it's so deep, Uh... Uh oh
Give up on you ne-ver, I'll make you better
It's an emer-gency
I'm rushing and I have the mind
It's an emer-gency
'cause we ain't got a lot of time
I gotta save her, come any later, somebody might get there before me
Emer-gency, that 9-1-1's for me, emergency
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