BIG KRIT – Package Store

[Verse 1]
Just the other day when I was out at the store
Saw a preacher hella creepin’, trying to bang on a ho
That same motherfucker used to bang on my door
Hollering ’bout donations for cause cuz collections is low
Damn shame, but I got change, so I give to the plate
He know I know he buying pussy, he don’t lie to my face
Said that I should cut my grass cuz I’m surrounded by snakes
Not sure if that was metaphoric or if he had seen one today
I know what he said but maybe I beg to differ
The only souls you like to touch were the legs of strippers
The only reason I know that cuz I used to tip ‘em
How could I judge when in this world we both some niggas
And we both some killers, and we both some thieves
Only God can save us all what he spoke to me
What he hoped to be was a better man in due time
But he fell short tryna sip on the wine

[Hook]
In the neighborhood package store
Get some wine for spirits
Some gossip for your mind if you down to hear it
In the neighborhood package store
Silver and gold for the low
And some papers for your Rolls you can roll
In the neighborhood package store
Mixing the good with the bad
Which flavors of life’s labor have you had?
In the neighborhood package store
Don’t need directions for the gun shop, it’s on the same block
Of the neighborhood package store

[Verse 2]
Click clack ‘gainst my head went the Glock
From a hoodlum on the block
Whispered to me “What you got?
You’ll get shot if you refuse to come up off that
What made you floss that outside the package store?
You know we out here like wolves searching for antelope
Lambs, and sheep, prey on weak
Don’t you reach under your seat, I’ll bust your head like cantaloupe”
Then I replied “Out for a night cap
Didn’t bring my tool with me cause I assumed that I’d be right back
Shawty said the neighborhood was cool and it wasn’t like that
But here you are with a loaded gun and I’ll be damned if I’m gon’ back”
So he went on to loosen up on the aggression
And proceed to lecture me on the troubles of recession
And ain’t that many jobs outchea hiring convicted felons
So instead of buying what he want, he taking what they selling
Then billing it to the ?, forever on the grind
Addicted to the feeling of wine

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Gripping golden grain, flying like Thunderbirds
Easy, Jesus, watch your crown while I swang and swerve
Molotov bottle, alcohol, not a Tylenol
Could remove the kind of headache that a ?’ll cause in the streets
Don Julio my peeps
Cuervo, texting hoes, Captain Morgan with my feet
Standing tall on ‘em, ’til I rendezvous with Grey Goose
Cool gray, salty taste, almost threw up on my shoes
Hypnotiq blues, Bloody Mary red
Codeine purple seem to take me to the edge
One more shot all I need just to hit the ledge
Toss and turn, crash and burn, just to crawl up in my bed
Go into my head, seeing circles lately
Tasting cream daily, I don’t mean Bailey
Vodka tried to kill me, but Seagram Gin saved me
Been a customer so why they play me

[Hook]

BIG KRIT – My Sub (Pt. 2: The Jackin’)

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop-chop while the base drop

(Nigga wut?)
Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

Yo cause I’m back again, old school and I’m backin’ out
Cause the boss still rep that, grip that
Hit the bass and I’m actin’ out
On the after bath you stackin’ clouds
Shoppin’ what they ask about
In the parkin’ lot deep when the whole world sleep
All night in my seat ’til I’m passin’ out
Gotta keep my eyes open cause I hear that fire scopin’
From the car with the pants off and the cha cha belt so I drive slowly
Fuckin’ bangin’ a bad wood like a left shoe, with the lights, we go ten
Stopped at the gas station for a bag of chips
A bag of chips and some peppermints
Just to freshen up
Tried to say she can’t afford
But we gotta make a move cause it’s after 2
And her man is the type of bull, she fightin’ ‘I’m but I ain’t though
Now she wonder what she came for
But I ain’t trippin’ no place, I ain’t even gonna flip
Over none a nigga bitch, move over to the next

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop-chop while the base drop

(Nigga wut?)
Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I still got my sub hoe

Jammin’ on that drawer flow
King Kong’s in my trunk, in a fight with thumb, better lick my sore throat
Shorty in the front seat but see that can’t hide full
She ain’t worried ’bout her man no more
Hell, hell not a jiddy hoe that may never slam no doors
I thought I saw some light but I’m trippin’
I got a birthday riffle, I miss it
I hear the super 8 cause she super late and she know the way and I did
All in my view, have no feel, says she wanna fuck with me
Well, I told ‘er that’s all good while she broke my wood but a pimp don’t fuck her booty
She left to answer her phone, I swear it’s 3 in the morn’
Like who could that be, she looked at me like he won’t leave me alone
But it’s a damn shame, he don’t know my name and I ain’t got no time to choke throats
At least just get in room and do what we do and be about your thing until 4

I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)
I still got my sub hoe (hoe)

I still let my trunk knock till the tape pop My rims chop-chop while the base drop

(Nigga wut?)
Cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)
I’m gonna cut up my vein, gotta shook up my stars (Nigga wut?)
(Nigga wut?) (Shook up the stars)

I still got my sub hoe

[Outro]
[Big KRIT:] Yo Shawty, just lock my door and get out
[Girl:] Alright baby, I got you
[Big KRIT:] Aye Wally, what’s good boy?
[Girl:] You always on your phone
[Big KRIT:] Boy, I’m at this Super 8 right across the street from where you live at boy
[Wally:] That’s what it is man
[Big KRIT:] Yeah man, this shit bout to go down man, shawty bad as fuck
[Wally:] Aye man, Just be careful out there man
[Big KRIT:] Yea I’m play it safe man, Don’t worry bout it man. For real, I got you. Aye aye hold on
[Jacker:] Boom, motherfucker
[Girl:] I thought ya’ll said ya’ll wasn’t gone hurt him
[Jacker:] Bitch, shut the fuck up
[Jacker:] Open the trunk. Let’s get this motherfucker sub

Last night my DJ saved my life
Last night my DJ saved my life
Last night my DJ saved my life
Last night my DJ saved my life
My life, my life

BIG KRIT – My Sub

[Hook:]
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop

[Verse 1:]
Okay I pull up and my partnas ask me Krizzle where yo sub at?
Aye fuck them tweeters, they ain’t beating, get yo sub back
So I push my petal to the metal to my cus hise
He owe me money fuck that bread just sit your sub out
I fly like chess that candy wet I’m finna fuck with hoes
EQB settings in my Chevy’s till my trunk explode
Maybe I’m bumpin’ maybe I’m trippin’ maybe I’m feeling good
Either way I’m quaking shaking waking up the folk in my neighborhood
Still hit the seen and whip, throw it up in my cup and sip
Ever be where them white folk at cause the laws over there they bound to trip
Lift it up in my dunk and bunk, saw a lame and I hear the trunk
Pop that shit like twice foreal, fans goin feel my wheels of steel
Chopping E4 too, congrat when I role through
Back to the backwood where I ride clean like I’m suppose to
Forever pimpin on leather guts with plenty chrome
Knockin pictures down till I get home
I put that on my sub

[Hook:]
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop

[Verse 2:]
Yo, now usually I don’t disturb the peace
But I’m a wake you if you sleep, when that quake that bass that beat
Two mile per hour and creep, smoke make it hard to see
When I was swangin’ down I mean bangin’ down I don’t be playin’ around with these freaks
I got a snake junk in my trunk, tell my DJ brang it back
Turn it up all the way to the max till that old school Chevy frame crack
My partna hit me up like he need a ride, but I can’t hear him either
Say he got some bags and that’s kinda sad cause there ain’t no room in here for my speakers
You my people, but I’m ridin’ out, damn I don’t know what he talkin’ bout
Besides he always hatin’ when I’m bassin telling me to turn it down
Out of line and that’s outta bounds, don’t bother when I’m ridin round
So hell I just wanna hit a low, shit I just wanna shake the ground
Lay it down in the parking lot, turn it up outside the club
I see that shawty really diggin me, girl’s a shape but she love the sub
Even says that get her wet and that be the best and I can dig it doe
She vibrating, gyrating… I swear that’s the reason I did it foe
When I put that on my sub

[Song changes to Regina Belle - Baby Come To Me]

[Hook:]
My sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
I put that on my sub, my sub, my sub
Yeah let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
I let my trunk knock till the tape pop
My rims chop-chop while the base drop
Put that on my sub

BIG KRIT feat. 8Ball & MJG, 2 Chainz – Money On The Floor

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Is it me or is it something bout a car
that makes a bad bitch get freaky and fuck like porno stars?
Or maybe it was that chrome that keep a bopper in the zone
But either way, she hit my phone like she can’t leave me ‘lone
and then that just keep happening, blame it on all this rapping shit
Ten out of ten, she down to fuck, that’s just what my average is
Slab and chassis lavishly, with cabin digi-dash in it, I’m an advocate
Chromed-out wheels, if you hop in here you might jet lag a bit
I’m passionate bout everything that I want, I do what it do and y’all don’t
I put the whole world in my trunk, let it bump
Check the stars out when I ride, dodging potholes with these tires
Hopping lanes, swang and bang in a ‘Stang, so let me by
cause I got

[Chorus 2X: screwed vocals]
Money-money on the floor, lighters-lighters on the dresser
Drop-drop my top, no one can do it better
Diamonds-diamonds in the leather, wood-wood in the chrome
Bopping-bopping ass hoes just won’t leave me alone

[8Ball]
Look, she call me Big Baby, I got my Guccis on
Black on black, head to toe, smelling like Prada cologne
Feeling like big pimping, inhale, exhale
Good green, thick lean, give them bitches X pills
Cocaine make ‘em get so loose on them tequila shots
Every time I do it I regret it, the bitch just can’t stop
Now she’s dancing on the table, skirt done went up to her navel
Niggas throwing money at her, shit, I can’t be mad at her

[MJG]
Bring the girl to me then I’ma bless her, yessir
Twenty-five lighters on my dresser, yessir
My bitch on the block with some money on her mind
A pistol in her purse and a heart full of grind
I’m Pimp Tight MJ’! Drop my top, light that ‘dro
Hand on the wood with the pedal on the flo’
Forever getting dough and I’m clever on a hoe
I’m still getting Feddi mayne, never be a scary mayne
My DNA is all Ike Turner, Eddie King

[Chorus 2X]

[2 Chainz]
2 Chainz! Twenty-five lighters (lighters), twenty-five ciphers
Went to jail and shared a cell with a twenty-five to lifer (damn)
Stayed at my grandma house with twenty-five Bibles (true)
Stayed in the trap house with like twenty-five rifles (blahh!)
Drop my top and I dip, dip, dip
But if I pop my trunk you better duck, don’t slip
Chrome lips on the vehicle look like they blowing kisses
Re-reel them hoes in, it look like I’m going fishing
Okay this how I ride, two bad hoes inside
One hoe say she ready, the other hoe say she tired
I’ma drop this other hoe off, me and the other hoe, we gon’ ride
All jokes aside, I’m the get money poster child

[Chorus 2X]

BIG KRIT feat. Slim Thug & Lil KeKe – Me And My Old School (Remix)

[Hook]
Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors

If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
I remember way back in the day
All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes
Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake
From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass
Can’t be turning on a dime cuz the rims scrape
Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take
That’s my prized possession in recession kept me straight
Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday
Just me and my old school

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil KeKe]
I got the old school right on his toes and slamming doors
Talking wood grain, mink on the floors and riding fo’s
Chopping low, tip by slow, that’s how I go
Still a Texas boy sitting on fo’s and breaking hoes
The seats so sandy fine, all cash, fresh candy, homie branded wine
Hold it down, H-town known to flip, feeling hood looking good
With them boys out the sip, just let it dip
Convertible, the burgundy red, get’s peeled off
I’m more glass when I’m showing my ass for dirty south
Don key, still OG, just like the smoke fool
Riding 3 deep me and KRIT, plus the old school
Just me and my old school

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
I used to roll in my old school, listenin’ to slow grooves
Head leaning back, had me feeling like a mac
7 mills dark black, I used to think I was goldie
I see you shining balls on, that’s what my og’s told me
And my old school so cool, roll like a new school
Escalate motor come got it riding like a soldier
Late nights blowing dojo, reminiscing bout the past
And how now I got everything I wish I used to could have
Finally clean in my old school

[Hook]

[Outro]
See it ain’t just a car, it ain’t just a whip
It’s a time machine, it’s a spaceship, it’s precious
You gotta take your time, you can’t be rubbing on them curves
And hitting them potholes
You gotta ride clean and ride slow
Me and my old school

[Hook]

BIG KRIT – Me And My Old School

[Hook]
Ride, ride, ride clean
If you, if you ride old, ride slow
Candy, candy paint, slamming these doors
If you ride old, ride slow, ride old, ride slow
Ride old, ride slow, slamming, slamming these doors

[Verse 1]
I remember way back in the day
All I wanted was a candy car with hella flakes
Crushing hoes, slamming doors while the chassis shake
From the sub, work the juice, bitch I want the bass
Can’t be turning on a dime cuz the rims scrape
Kill switches for them jackers outchea tryna take
That’s my prized possession in recession kept me straight
Clear my mind then recline on the runway, from Monday to Sunday
Just me and my old school [repeat]

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nothing changed, still the same country bumpkin
M-I crooked Super Southern don’t be trippin’ on my rims
I’d rather sit higher than bald eagles on shoulders of giant people
If I’m gon’ ride hell I don’t know about them
Popping my collar, rocking gators, fuck some Prada
Be a scholar of this pimpin’ to the very very end
Forever official like words out the scripture
Off the Richter, saw the future out my rear-view lens
Just me and my old school [repeat]

[Hook]

[Outro]
See it ain’t just a car, it ain’t just a whip
It’s a time machine, it’s a spaceship, it’s precious
You gotta take your time, you can’t be rubbing on them curves
And hitting them potholes
You gotta ride clean and ride slow
Me and my old school

[Hook]

BIG KRIT – Man On Fire

Fuck ‘em
These hoes come and go shawty, but I don’t love ‘em
Yeah all I ever had was God, and a pistol
My grandma ain’t around the home, I swear I miss her
The world at my front door, is how I feel
I’m having nightmares of dying, I swear it’s real
I’m scarred from a life of horror, when will I heal?
I drink a bottle every day, that’s how I deal
It’s a blessing I saw twenty-four, ain’t that the truth
The police never give a pass, they run and shoot
They killing all my lil’ niggas, pray for the youth
I’m thinking bout retaliation, pray for me too

[Chorus]
I’m living on the edge, watching for a sign
If tomorrow never comes, I’m running out of time
Looking in the mirror, waiting for a change
Tired of the pain, wondering will it rain
I’m a man on fire [4X]

I’m tired of being broke, but how can I do better?
Yeah my partner hollering go, and never ever let up
Push the pedal to the metal, trying not to crash
Them law’s right behind me, tell ‘em kiss my ass
Burdens on my shoulders, gotta pay the bills
Roaches in my kitchen, eyes full of tears
Get it while it’s good, get it how you live
Yeah I lost a couple friends, but that’s just how it is
Never trust a soul, cause everybody selling
Never speak your business, cause everybody telling
Be careful when you shine, cause most niggas jealous
It’s death before dishonor, never fold under pressure

[Chorus]

Lord, haters everywhere, the price of being famous
I’m tryna get to Heaven, and kick it with the angels
Been putting in the work, down to do some dirt
God knows my heart, cause I ain’t in the church
Cause every day’s a struggle, don’t ever leave the storm
What happened to the world? 2000 and beyond
Your baby’s having babies, niggas down to kill
Yeah I’m afraid to die, but I ain’t happy here

[Chorus]

BIG KRIT feat. Big Sant – Made Alot

[Hook: Samples from 8Ball & MJG's "On Top Of The World"]
Made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed
But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate
Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese (cheese) people say I changed
Made a-made a lot of cheese, people- people say I changed
But if you thinking that you never knew me from the gate man

[Verse 1: Big KRIT]
Ay what fuck it then
Cause I rather ride Bubble Benz and push a bucket break, scrubbing paint
Bubbling up again on my hood
Gotta get it while the gettin good
Chemist with the pimpin mix the leather with the cherry wood
If you could you should slam doors on hoes
I 5th wheel my trunk while white-wallin my vogues
I tight walk on these foes just to flex
Ain’t no sense in stepping out if I can’t never look my best
Damn, don’t stress my bankroll, just know I keep my bank swoll
Ain’t no place I can’t go, never trick on no stank hoe
It was like that back when I was in my mama’s stomach
A player slid up out the womb and hit the ground running
Never stumbling always gunning like a popped glock
Keep a hater boxed out
So I could rebound and ball for the top spot
All the same I’m a staple in the game
Ain’t never been no lame
That’s why I find it strange when I…

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sant]
Uh
Who the fuck are you
Texting me at 1: 46 in the evening
Meant the morning, after midnight
While I’m yawning, you were sleeping
4 door Chevy roll I’m out’cha creeping
Slamming doors in
Heavy things but I want some more with playa pose
Roll up on hoes they say they knew me from high school
Maybe community college, claim you wanna do some thangs
But I can do without it, my mama name “Such and such”
And we gonna be like baby powder
Baby I doubt it
It’s hard to swallow, you wanna lay up
I want a dollar
For the machine, I’m kinda thirsty
A little parched, she wanna ride, no you cannot
She say I’m mean I say just a hoes
And dumb niggas, kinda like you, them Bs and doe’s
Reject request on Facebook, daily duckin lames
All you know is my patna & ‘em then my name,
Plus you heard that I…

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
[Big Sant:]
You probably see me in the street but nigga you don’t know me
Big Sant bitch motherfucking OG
From the Sip get a grip wanna visit take a trip
Ain’t a nigga dead or alive that can say that I done flipped
I’m from the land of the g’s, home of the slave
Don’t confuse me with no lame, cause that’s just what I ain’t
Alumni forever put that on the nigga next to me,
Started out writing rhymes ended up writing a legacy
[Big K.R.I.T.:]
They hollerin there he go again
What’s his name, where his folk?
Call him Kurt, call him KRIT?
Fuck that nigga I ain’t sure,
He got beats, heard him flow
Like a couple years ago
He alright, kinda tight
Shawty like him on the low
There he go, too much soul
I wouldn’t buy it out the store
Plus I saw him in the club
One who hollered at my hoe
Just because he got some dough
From a deal he think he I’ll
I bet that’s how that motherfucka feel
And on the real I think he changed…

BIG KRIT feat. Ms. Linnie – Live From The Underground (Reprise)

[Hook x2: Big KRIT]
I’m going live, from the underground
From the underground

[Verse 1: Big KRIT (w/ Ms. Linnie)]
And I’m gone
Just be strong
You’re not alone (You’re not alone)
I’m going home (I’m going home)

Carry on (carry on)
Carry on (carry on)
Carry on (carry on)
Carry on (carry on)

[Hook x2: Big KRIT]

[Interlude]

[Verse 2:]
Yea I know it’s hard
This world will let you down one day (down one day)
Just let down your guard
I’ll pick you up if your ’round my way (if your ’round my way)
Call my name
Free your chains
Call my name
Free your chains

[Bridge: x4]
I got to get a move on

[Verse 3:]
They say the train still coming, it won’t be long
Only the good Lord knows my wrongs
Trouble is the damn devil won’t leave me alone
No time to waste, I gotta pay my dues
Lord, my problems seem to come in twos
All these miles I walk, they can’t fill my shoes

[Hook x2: Big KRIT & Ms. Linnie]

[Outro:]
Now, this is my grandson, Justin Scott, and thank you much for listening

BIG KRIT – Live From The Underground

[Hook:]
Pushin’ rhymes underground like moonshine
With jump like juke joints
Ridin’ like old ‘lacs
Down like 4 flats
Shine like gold grills
Curls and chrome rims
Bitch you know what it is
I’m Live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live from the underground railroad

[Verse 1:]
My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a hater
Them J’s look clean son but elevate to gators
I took the shit to heart plus I dug it like a crater
I’m givin’ out game player are there any takers
While you was quarter sackin’ I was quarterbackin
Callin’ plays everyday, level All-Madden
Hi five, cloud nine, private jet lackin’
Treat the seal like a vinyl record, gotta keep it crackin
Shall I pour up, blow some smoke up, get my spit on
Grab a paper, sit on a track and get my shit on
Ice cold water with the flow minus the lemon
I’m Cinematic Multi, what label you been on?
Old school ridin’ flickin’ ashes in the tray
Smokin’ up the booth blowin’ static in they face
Cream, cash rules everything around me
King, checker board nigga go and crown me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Keep it rolled, I’m supposed to lose control
Oh no, pop the trunk, burn a skunk and slam a do’, do’
Window crack on the ave, marinate the scene
When I lean and crawl couldn’t see me with your high beams
Play my part, I got heart, I’m tailor gator sharp
Plus we sit taller than Malta trucks in them trailer park
My candy coated it cost a grip but I had to blow it
Your sides was dusty, my seats is bucket but you’ll never know it
Forever tinted so you can’t peep while your bitch up in it
You call her phone she give you tone like “Why you trippin’”
Cold blooded ain’t it but that’s how it be when they want that cash
When you ain’t around anybody can be in that ass
Heard that from 8-Ball homeboy girlfriend
If she a bopper then she probably ain’t your girl then
You claim you pimpin’ don’t be trickin’ wear a curl then
And find some paint to put some swirls in

[Hook]

[Outro: x4]
We goin’ live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground

BIG KRIT – Lions And Lambs

[Chorus:]
Time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
When you go outside…

Ok so time never waits for no man, peep it slow hand
Lions is all we really no lambs
Get money split it over my broham
When you go outside don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
Don’t let the door slam
When you go outside (keep quiet)

[Verse 1:]
Grace is low I say a prayer for all of mine
Searching for a fixin’ in these broken times
I let my anger feed my hunger pain
Plotting with my brother from another mother about running thangs
Another round table mission
Cause rap ain’t paying off & ain’t no food in the kitchen
So I’m a get thee peed witnh that L or that smell
That make the smoker go crazy can you feel me like Brail?
Politicking bout a move or two
So we can put em for the city like they youla do
And all them hoes that didn’t call me boo
Will break their backs when they see that wrong cruising through
Cause they respect it when they clocking major figures
Throwing turkey with the stuffing off a 18 wheelers
Watching for the laws with the judges on call
Shuck and jivein to get by with this pistol in my draws

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Now who that peaking in my window?
Musical crescendo, vibin’ to the sounds of the indo
Playing King Kong on Nintendo
I can’t trust a soul niggas giving up they kinfolk
Grandmammas mamas and baby mothers
Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers
Get scared find themselves undercover
You knew the consequences of pushing the junky’s hubors
I tell the story how it be
Don’t bring no dirt in mind
Don’t speak on what you see
Always call before you gone
You get jammed you don’t know me
Lead that wire at the door
Wash your hand before you eat
Don’t play the game if it ain’t keeps
Be ready for the finals better practice what you preach
You ain’t the stand-up type that find a seat
Your blood is thicker than water but both them thang leak

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes
The playa than pose for cameras and shine the hoes
Glim and glow wonder stroll with lights in the club
With drinks as 30 and shots as dubs
And people get kisses and hugs then niggas with plugs
Minus the sink, not talking bout tubs
Talking bout base you thinking bout sub-marine maybe
The weather holes in yo boat
The people that tell me people you know
The people that hurt, the people you owe, time
Na Daddy ain’t around to hold them down, nah
For the Benz with broads and rims instead of breaking
Even with odds and ends you doing 5 to 10
On the late night, for swimming in pools with great whites
They smell that dirty money, the last train to London
Or Paris, life is more than carrot and fur coats
On the low that tic toc is worth mo’

[Chorus]

BIG KRIT – LFU300MA (Intro)

Do not be alarmed. You have activated a pre-recording. This is LFU300MA. To hear clearly, adjust volume to maximum velocity. Thank you and enjoy

[Big Krit:]
Back one more ‘gain for all them players
Natural women and mindframe elevators
Ten toes down with this experimental south sound
Dope up the lines enough to go around and around and around this world thrice over
Ain’t nothing new under the sun back in ’05, I tried to told ya
We here 4Eva in a day, can’t go back with this one way
Take you to where the grass is much greener
Putting in work for my redeemer
Yea that’s the most high
I ain’t talking ’bout blunts rolled
But like saved souls and warm welcomes at front doors
Don’t let your problems weigh you down
Don’t let them burdens slow yo pace
The quickest way from A to Z is straight
On that narrow path, a road less traveled
So free yo mind and be one with time ’cause that’s all that matters
Not all that riff raff or random chit chatter
Haters scatters like jacks do
Don’t drop the ball unless you can pick up all the weight that a winner has to
Don’t let the struggle outlast you
Even if society outcasts you
Stand strong in your belief
The mountain top ain’t hard to see
When you let God and let be
Live From the Underground

BIG KRIT – King’s Blues

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T./Erykah Badu]
I got no time to waste
I got more bills to pay
I got more mouths to feed now, now, now
I got no time to play
I got no need to stay
When ain’t no money around, round, round
What’s a king without a crown?
(Time’s a wasting)
What’s a car without some sound?
(Don’t you take your time, young man)

[Verse 1: Big K.R.I.T.]
Never been on that silly sucka shit
Ride around pimped out, four doors
With the wood grain dashboard and a rim that sits swoll
And the embroidered headrest
Yeah, that be dead fresh
In your ear like headsets
Sleepy eye, forever grind, no dead rest
I can’t depend on that next check cause it ain’t vouched shit
The type of broke that got me searching through my momma’s couch
Here’s some loose change, got that dollar menu
McDouble, small fry, lemonade and sweet tea blended
Now here it is Monday, will that get me through till Wednesday?
Will it kill them hunger pains, even tho it ain’t fulfilling?
I make do with what God give me, and I take it day by day
I would come around more often, but I can’t stay, cause

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Try not to step on my toes, with yo swole, bankrolls you blowing thro’
On stripper pole pros you barely know, make it rain
If I was paid with no knowledge of two months late on my mortgage
In the hood that ain’t safe, I’d do the same thing
But wishful thinking ain’t shit without genius
I can’t define how I feel, that’s why I’m searching for meaning
No need to pinch me in my players’ suite, I know when I’m dreaming
My momma tell me ‘be careful, ‘ cause she know when I’m scheming
Lottery winners don’t run in my family
Nor do seven dots when dice are swang, so sense in me gambling
We just crap out
Maybe they would listen to me, if I pulled the strap out
Like ‘give me everything, or I’m a black out’, cause

[Hook]

BIG KRIT feat. Anthony Hamilton – Porchlight

Yea
Baby leave the porchlight on (ooooooh)
Baby leave the porchlight on
Baby leave the porchlight on

I can feel your pain through the phone
I promise not to stay too long so leave the porchlight on

I gotta get it while they givin’ good, get aside the hood
I’m tired of the landlord trippin’ on us
My partner said he gotta play, heard it worked the other day
I’ve been home late because of business calls
Don’t worry, hit me V at 6, ain’t no need to stress
Gotta make some moves, I hate to leave you home longer
I know just how I did when you move between the sheets
While I’m in the streets thinkin’ need to be at home
Doin’ those I got you on the grind nigga
When they good to shine ain’t gon tell ‘I’m boy don’t come at home
Remember that you said that pussy mine
In that time you’d meet at the door with no panties on
And don’t be mad, playin’ hard to get
Cause you could calm ’til your heard could tell

Yea, I can feel your pain through the phone
I promise not to stay too long so leave the porchlight on

I’m comin’ home, baby it won’t be long
I know you lookin’ fine cause I have in mind to
Say something good to you (something good to you)
It won’t be long (baby leave the porchlight on)
I’m comin’ home, comin’ home nice and strong
I wanna see them eyes when I surprise ya
I promise I won’t stay too long so leave the porchlight on

Back out on the road again
Different city, in the studio, workin’ on the floor again
I really wanna talk on the phone
Shorty I gotta finish this song, it won’t be long
I took the presidential sweet, they can’t on the beach
Why you came for me?
Diamond in the back, leather on the seats
… red bottles at your feet
I mean the money can’t change how you feel right now
Even harder cause you bother once the sun goes down
Wonder where I’m goin’ after shows and such
Don’t be listenin’ to your friends cause they talk too much
Think I know just what we goin’ through, to make it right
I pray you understand this ain’t over night
I’ll be on the next flight on my way back home
I promise I won’t stay too long so leave the porchlight on

I’m comin’ home, baby it won’t be long
I know you lookin’ fine cause I have in mind to
Say something good to you (something good to you)
It won’t be long (baby leave the porchlight on)
I’m comin’ home, comin’ home nice and strong
I wanna see them eyes when I surprise ya
I promise I won’t stay too long so leave the porchlight on

I won’t take too long baby
I’m on my way baby (baby leave the porchlight on)
Comin’ home
I wanna love you girl (baby leave the porchlight on)
You know I’m on my way (baby leave the porchlight on)
I can’t stay away too long

I’m comin’ home, baby it won’t be long (it won’t be long)
I know you lookin’ fine cause I have in mind to
Say something good to you, it won’t be long
I’m comin’ home, comin’ home nice and strong
I wanna see them eyes when I surprise ya (I wanna see them eyes)
I promise I won’t stay too long so leave the porchlight on

I won’t wait too long baby
Why don’t you go on and flip that light on?
I wanna see me steppin’ up to the door when I’m gettin’ closer, closer baby yea

BIG KRIT – King Pt. 2

History remembers kings!
God bless you all!

[Big KRIT]
I don’t mean to burden you.
It’s just, umm, I had a conversation with a wise man.
He asked me a question like,
“How could you be in the position to say so much, but say so little,” so this is me saying a lot

[Verse]
I was raised from the Bible, bet I tighten that Titan’s back
Same game they claim that they killing, I’m breathing life in that
Take heed, the people you lead when you reciting that
You will die for what you believe, so where’s your rifle at?
Never was entertained or influenced by all the drama
Hard to bury your partna, but harder to console her mama
That only want the best for her child
Save a place for his soul Lord, he ain’t been to church in a while
Said that Jesus can’t save him and ain’t no church in the wild
His anger fueled his ambition, I swear he forgot how to smile
“Hustle hard, hustle hard,” that’s what he said
While counting up this bread that he fell for, now he dead
And they can’t bring him back
They locking up my people, shawty, racks on top of racks
Public housing just too crowded God, shacks on top of shacks
Most pastors misleading people that listen
When all us black folk have is music and religion
A sense of self-respect
Lost in the need to express ourselves through money, drugs, and sex
I’m a product of the same, so I understand the checks
That says that she’ll be down to fall victim to her flesh
If I’m worth it she’ll undress
One night of slumber, harsh rains and violent thunders
As she leaves, “Is she clean?” Lord, I often wonder
See me and turn mice for results, the clinic humbles
Plan B pill, God damn, your stomach rumbles
Laugh it off, but she’ll keep it due to my numbers
So be it, I’ll oversee that he runs and never fumbles
If it’s a girl, I’ll give her the world and sunny summers
And show her how to scrap in case her nigga jump on her
Protect them from the evils that TV often can feature
Beware of predators in this jungle, they out to eat ya
We all kings and queens, don’t let no one else beseech ya
Life can throw some gold, them leave you swole, don’t let it beat ya
Don’t let them feed you that bullshit that they fed me
Don’t follow the road I took, look where it led me
I speak my mind and my heart, I bet they dread me
In a world of give me what you got, I always said free-dom
You been starving your soul so long that you should eat sum’n
You concerned with your followers, then lead them
To a well that only you and yours drink from
I build my own, fuck your playbook
Kingdom, that’s how I feel, I’m strong in faith
Don’t need for you to say that God ain’t real
Some things you just shouldn’t play with
My soul patient cause success ain’t ever save shit, face it
We all born to die, yea that’s basic
But living fast and dying young ain’t salvation
You keep on with that blasphemy and I’ll keep on with my praying
If you think that Lambos hot in the summer, well hell’s blazing
My mind frame blown cause my brother says that I’m on
He bored at the crib while I’m wishing that I was home
Said he die for the chance, and I reply to him he was wrong
Told him he could do better than me then hung up the phone
The youth, will surely go to war for what you own
To them it’s more than real, but to you it’s just a song
But to you it’s just a song
But to us it’s just a song

[Outro]
I’m guilty of the same
Besides, no one person is to blame
I promise I’ll change
I pray you do the same

BIG KRIT – I Heard It All

[Chorus]
I done heard it all before
Yeah you jamming, but your image needs some guidance
and some diamonds, cause it’s more to this than rhyming
Yeah, I done heard it all before
We’ll be traveling and flying state to state
Fucking hoes, rocking shows if you sign
Aye, I done heard it all before
Aye, in this game what you claim ain’t a thang
Mississippi ain’t for fame, change your name
Yeah, I done heard it all before
But your talent is by far a blessing and a gift from God
But we can turn you into a star
Aye, I done heard it all before

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Never losing it, pursuing it, my vision
In my kitchen writing rhymes, pray to God that they listen
But it’s a real fucked up position that this rap shit might just put you in
My partner fed up with the game, like he might sell that kush again
Cause CDs, we been pushing them, but deals ain’t coming fast enough
when he need to go feed his kids and this shit here ain’t adding up
Passing us by, time never waste, busy home
Sit beside my grandma, wish that I can stay, the phone ringing
Promises so confident of money plays
I head back to the struggle like, they might sign me any day
Forever trapped, no coming back, addiction’s truly hard to break
A thousand pills could never fill the gap of leaving off the stage

[Chorus]

[Big K.R.I.T.]
I pride myself on being righteous, do it big or do it bigger
But A&Rs ain’t in the streets, I’m forced to follow them on Twitter
I’m painting pictures, ghetto compositions, living work of art
But dancing in a circle dressed as Urkel how you make your mark
Aye, get your start, play your part, find your swag, get your deal
So you snapping? Who needs rapping when you got some ad-libs?
And some days there’s no choice, most days it’s hard times
If skinny jeans mean big dreams, no thanks, I’m just fine
In my mind it’s bout rhyme, I’m just tryna speak freely
My shawty feel Illuminati’s real and they might kill me
for voicing my opinion, scared to die, but this ain’t living
In these meetings they can’t tell me what I’m missing

[Chorus]

BIG KRIT – I Got This

[Hook:]
I got this here, I got this here, nigga I got this here
I got this here, I got this here, nigga I got this here
I got this here, I got this here, nigga I got this here
Big fat yard with a house on the hill
Old school whip with some big ass rims
I got this here

[Bridge: x2]
Fuck these haters, fuck these hoes
Fuck these haters, fuck these hoes
Fuck these haters, fuck these hoes
Fuck these haters, fuck these hoes

[Verse 1:]
Well I suppose niggas gon’ hate on me
Well that’s cool
I got shows, getting money I can barely fold
Cause that’s what I do
And ain’t nobody gon’ pimp K-R-I-T
Yea, that’s how I feel
And them diamond niggas always rhyming ’bout
It’s against my will
And ain’t nobody gon’ check none of me or mine
In God I trust
If you think I’m out here tricking these hoes
You got me fucked up
And ain’t no playing in the side, turn a bad bitch out
When I wear my pipes
Y’all niggas think this shit came oh so easy
It wasn’t over night, but

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 2:]
Now I’m supposed to be doing quite alright
Ever since I blew
Don’t worry about me or worry about mine player
Worry about you
And ain’t nobody gon’ block my shine today
With the roof gone
I got a top notch bitch, you need something like this
But you gotta get your own
And ain’t nobody gon’ wreck this hard
When I’m traveling down the boulevard
Now they hollering out “Oh my God! ”
Cause they never seen rims this large
That’s country shit
Well that’s cool cause I’m country, bitch
I never turn my back, I burn on wax
And stack my cash ’til I’m country rich, cause

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]

[Verse 3:]
I got this here, I got this here
Chevys on that chrome
Live and in my zone
‘Til a player gone
I got this here, I got this here
Doing it how I feel
Doors open for hoes
Haters in my grill
I got this here, I got this here
Diamond in the back
Slamming on these doors
Trunk beat ’til it crack
I got this here, I got this here
Get it how I live
Smoking on that good
Cracking on my seal!

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]

BIG KRIT – If I Should Die

You can mourn for me baby, life goes on
Try not to cry too much
I’ll see you again soon

[Verse 1:]
If I should die from this rap shit
On a plane to a show for the masses
The media will say it’s oh so tragic
A king lost, shed tears for my passin’
Remember I was happy here that’s what I’m askin’
When I was with ya, yea, you always kept me laughin’
Forgive me for the plans that we never made
And I the things I wish I could but I never say
I hope God overlook the days I never prayed
And embrace a sudden loss if I’m never saved
And even though it be far far before my time
I can say I lived life
If I should die

[Hook:]
It be far far before my time
I mean far far before my time
But I won’t doubt ya; how can I?
Because I’ve known you

[Verse 2:]
If I should die
Mind I never wanted to leave
Let the niggas in the hood throw a party for me
Smoke good, drink good, blow something my way
Don’t trip dry your eyes just keep yo faith
And let the hoes that I used to know from way before
Kiss me from my head to my toes
Give me some paper and pens
So I can write about the world
The child I never had and my favorite girl
No legacy on my own but I did what I could
Never liked saying goodbyes
But I know that I probably should
Even though it be far far before my time
Just know that I’m fine
If I should die

[Hook:]
It be far far before my time
I mean far far before my time
But I won’t doubt ya; how can I?
Because I’ve known you

[Verse 3:]
If I should die
Just know that I went out in a blaze
From some hater plotting to kill me
Cause he know that I’m paid
Tell my niggas hold they horses don’t kill pimpin’
I forgive him, you should too, let God deal with him
Anytime you see the purpose of mercy
No weapon formed against me on earth shall hurt me
Yeah heaven’s right in front of my, I’m hoping I’m worthy
All I have is faith, Lord I can’t be certain
What my future holds
Or where will I go when I exit this vessel
And these brown eyes close
Even though it be far far before my time
I can say I tried
If I should die

[Hook:]
It be far far before my time
I mean far far before my time
But I won’t doubt ya; how can I?
Because I’ve known you

BIG KRIT feat. Melanie Fiona – If I Fall

Yea, will you uh uh uh uh catch me if I fall?
Will you uh uh uh uh catch me if I fall?
Will you uh uh uh uh catch me if I fall?
Yea, I gave my all

Chea, aye I’m a man so I stand on my own too
I give a damn about a hater and his whole crew
No jump shots so I’m sellin’ crack
To tell you the truth, I’ve been to hell and back
No food in the kitchen so I’m scrapin’ scraps
Tightest nigga in the world can’t afford to rap
Now I’m on the hunt for a nigga to jack
Soon as I get rich is when I’m givin’ it back
It’s cold out here, you gotta hold your own
I never knew what pain was until I was grown
I never miss my home boy, until he was gone
But life goes on, so if I come

If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me dead?
All the blood I shed
And I’ll just rest my head

Ain’t nothin’ easy ’bout the life I chose
Wasn’t much of a choice, just the life I know
Smokin’ weed, drinkin’ liquor just to kill time
When I’m fucked up, the only time I feel fine
Mama say I’m lettin’ life go by
As if I ain’t grindin’, as if I don’t try
But you can see in her eyes, she worried ’bout her baby
Late night, scared a nigga might play me
Police in the streets don’t phase me
Get it how you live let em chase me
Be as me a dude, yea I can’t starve
And that ain’t all so if I call

If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me dead?
All the blood I shed
And I’ll just rest my head

Chea, I used to love ‘er, I used to hold ‘er
She made me promise I’d never let ‘er go
She made me smile, coulda had my child
I held her tight like I never held before
But things change when you get older
She started drinkin’ cause I ain’t sober
That’s when I told ‘er
“Be careful ’bout the friends you keep
Cause the ones you call friends ain’t friends to me”
Now we don’t see eye to eye
The more I tell her the truth, the more she lies
The more we shoot each other down, the more we die
I think it’s best that I say goodbye
So when I call

If I fall by the river bed
Would you save me or leave me dead?
All the blood I shed
And I’ll just rest my head

BIG KRIT – I Ain’t Shit

Never a flaw

[Skit:]
“Go on get out of here with you goddamn philosophies and your judgments…
Who the hell do you think you are?
You’re a loser, you ain’t shit… You’re a goddamn… ”

[Verse 1:]
OK, not a moment to waste, taste the hunger on my breath
I heard somewhere that stress was bad for my health
I ain’t dead yet, pathetic maybe, my girl shady
Say “I ain’t stable”, so she don’t wanna have my baby
It’s kinda crazy, indeed she feels he’ll be
A mothafuckin’ threat like me, why not? I ain’t that bad
My playa pizzazz was good enough to flip, smack and fuck her ass
But I think I’ll pass on the goo goos and gah gahs
Rather fuck hoes that shake they ass like maracas
I think, she think I’m no good, got it from her mama
She always starting some shit, I think that bitch is drama
We never get along until I’m pulling on her thong
While I’m digging in her skin, ask me “why I do her wrong? ”
C’mon love let’s do it one more time
You bound to get yours so I gots to get mine
Sing her a lullaby in the sheets, so that ass can go to sleep
While I plot and creep on paying rent this week
Might have to slang some dick to this lonely chick
Got a Benz kinda fat, but she got big tits…

[Chorus:]
I ain’t shit, I think they wanna see me fail,
Laid out, played out full of shells, man I ain’t shit
I’m hollering fuck a job for real,
I think I might rob and steal, man I ain’t shit
Shawty homegirl like “leave that dude, ” why she trippin’?
I fucked her too, man I ain’t shit
I’m out here on my last dime, I think I play Xbox to pass time,
I ain’t shit…

[Verse 2:]
All I got is dreams of cream and mad green
Smoke ’til I pass out, live life supreme
Cartier frame Polo no stain
Still keep that heater underneath the wood-grain
Puerto Rican mamis that massage my body
Feed me fruit, suck me off in groups, call me papi
I was playa loungin’, champagne drinkin’
Another hour woke up, fuck wishful thing
Eyes full of crust, roll the blunt, shower up
Burn it down, what now call my nigga Buck
Asked him “What’s the move? “, tell me what’s the play?
I’m down for the caper just tell me where they stay
The ski mask way, never beg a borrow
If it go good today do the same shit tomorrow
For real, fuck what you think that’s how it is
Plotting on robbing niggas while I’m watching Cribs… I ain’t shit!