DJ KHALED feat. Akon, T-Pain, R. Kelly, Lil Kim, Young Jeezy – We Takin’ Over (Remix)

[R-Kelly:]
D-DJ Khaled!
D-DJ Khaled!
And Kells!
D-DJ Khaled!

[Akon:]
Oh, oh

[R-Kelly:]
D-DJ Khaled!
And Kells!

[Akon:]
Konvict Music, yeah

[R. Kelly:]
Akon!

[R-Kelly:]
It’s the remix!

[DJ Khaled:]
Listen!

[R. Kelly:]
All dressed up, ready to go
All shined up ready to glow
Drop that top, ready to roll
Up in the club, ready to hoe
Gimme that mic, and I’m ready to flow
Kells taking off a bitch for sure
Fuck champagne, ready for patron
Fire that purple up ready to blow
I’m gonna tell you like it is young fella
Stay in place blowing b young fella
Singin’ ain’t all I do young fella
So keep it movin’ right along young fella
Don’t don’t get mad ’cause ’cause ’cause Kells got girls showin’ him much much air
Akon tell ‘em how we go and tell

[Chorus (Akon):]
‘Cause we takin’ over, one city at a time (we’re taking over)
Said we takin’ over, one city at a time (city at a time yeah)
Said we takin’ over, one city at a time (ooh ooh)
Said we takin’ over, one city at a time

[DJ Khaled:]
T-Pain!

[T-Pain:]
It used to be me, eight-five-0, Ridge Road and five hundred dollars
Y-y-y-y-yes C-S we be the best with dress to impress with the Sean John collar
Holla at me made bad man coming
Fire come out shaking and running
Coming, popping, push it to the limit all we see to the top of,
Dump it! (ha)
Bad man and I’m the number one shotta
Test, the best, get your whole block shotta
This is why we hot get you all block cutter like
Ha, ha, ha
I’m the man right now homie wait your turn
You can’t buy the shit that I earn
Trust me, you don’t wanna feel the burn
Like hey, hey, hey, hey
Ha!

[[Chorus (Akon, R. Kelly ad-libs)]

[Lil' Kim:]
Yeah! DJ Khaled
You already know what it is sat it
Cause it’s the remix!
We takin’ over! The raise over
Okay, what that do bitch!

[Lil' Kim:]
I got what you need, Kim give it to you real
The highs and the lows, how ever you wanna feel
You want that night out, I got that Niquil
You want that matrix, you choose the right pill
Fuck you think I do the shit for my health
Same cause in the week, I ain’t seen my wealth
On the low, I keep the bankroll like fresh
cocktail dress by John Calliano
In the restaurant owned by Italians
I’m a boss bitch my last name should be Soprano
Switching up the phones so the boys can’t follow
They tryna lead me to the old address
I left the “no 2″ and they been back since
I’m in a new state, a new place
With new plates, shit damn near a new face
So by the time they tryna build them a new case
I’m gone like yesterday
What! What!

[[Chorus (Akon, R. Kelly ad-libs)]

[Khaled:]
Jeezy!

[Young Jeezy:]
Look, I am the streets
Real nigga’s sittin’ that’s word I meet you
She like my wrist so she follow the rainbow
Now I’m switchin’ lanes she tryna follow the lambo
Can’t keep up best follow Range Rov’
But be cool ’cause my goons in there
And a couple of guns, and a couple of clips
And a couple of K’s, and a couple of bricks
And then I throwing in the partner what the fuck that cook like
Mark Jacobs solo what the fuck I look like
Hey, this the remix ain’t it
Just got the new ‘rari and I just might paint it
Just got the new plane and I just might fly it
Just left Lennix Mall and I just might buy it
Stay strap nigga don’t even try it
Pockets so fat I need a go on a diet, haha!

[[Chorus (Akon, R. Kelly ad-libs)]

[DJ Khaled:]
Remix! Listen!
Gyeah, it’s the DJ Khaled the Don Dolla
Big Dogg, Pitbull, Terror Squadian,
A.k.a the beat Novacaine
A.k.a “We The Best”
Danger on this track
Marcelo what it does
This is the remix!
We the best!
God loves me
Listen!

DJ KHALED feat. J. Cole, Big K.R.I.T. & Kendrick Lamar – They Ready

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don’t stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
Niggas thought I was gon’ flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride around and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I’m takin they spot
Cause that score up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip
Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch
Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Hook: Cole]
One for the money, two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever!

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop
Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not
So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop
Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab
Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab
Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga
One for the money, two for the show
Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh
Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge
Ain’t it

[Hook]

DJ Khaled – Theraflu (feat. Kanye West)

(Unh, can the headphones go louder?)
(KANYE WEST!)
(Swag King Cole)
(DJ KHALED!)

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?
Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik
I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music
In the projects one day to Project Runway
We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it
I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up
Might even kill somebody and YouTube it
So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid
And if you could do it better than me, then you do it
We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news!
Don’t talk about style, ’cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ’fore I embarrass you

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out no drawers?

And the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick
Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz
And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim
‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him
Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing
Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ’im from the team
La familia, Roc Nation
We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement
Flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute
Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news
Don’t talk about style, ’cause I embarrass you
Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ’fore I embarrassed you
G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh
Anything else, we detest, detest
Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts
All that said, lemme ask this quest’

Can’t a young nigga get money anymore?
Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor
Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws
Come to meet me wit’out…

Don’t talk to me ’bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Talkin’ ’bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Hollin’ ’bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you
Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh)
(Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

DJ Khaled – Take It To The Head

Working all winter
Shining all summer
I ain’t no beginner
You scared to

Take it to the head
Don’t think about it (be about it)
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots,
I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots
I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up
No excuses no apologies

Reputation for g’s, thats the roll of a boss
So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch
She say love is for free, just expensive to shop
But its nothing to me, that extends from my block
I got a lot of figures, I’m a father figure
She know a lot of niggas, don’t know a hotter nigga
Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you
But I’m here to nurture, I wanna take you further
She got all them purses, I say in my verses
YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface
She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains
I always make her nervous, this record’s perfect

Take it to the head
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

Yo, reputation for bussin’
Pussy open, it’s nothin’
Big fat nigga, all that huffin’ and puffin’
Take me shopping in France
And he pay in advance
He got big balls, ran a play in his pants
Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island
All my bitches is stylin’
Beaches and eatin Italian
This is real shit, real shit
On the real, nigga fuckin’ wit a real bitch
I ride for him, DMV
Stamina, GNC
3 letters CMB
Competition, I don’t see any

Take it to the head
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

Reputation for tasting
I’m killin’ ’em hoes like Jason
Got that pussy like medication to patients
Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion
Fuck with me baby, it’s Tunechi baby
Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I’m rejuvenated
With all that pink on, bitch I’m king kong
I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone
Pop a pill and pop that pussy
I bet you tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet
And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest
And then she…

Take it to the head, (yeh yeah)
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah)
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

DJ KHALED feat. Mavado, French Montana & Ace Hood – Suicidal Thoughts (Remix)

AHHH!!! (This the remix! Suicidal remix!!!!) AHHH!!!
(Mavado!) Yeah! (French Montana!) {Montana!} (Ace Hood!)
Gully God!!! (This the worldwide remix!!!) From Kingston!
(Kingston Jamaica! Palestine! Morocco! We worldwide with this!)
(It’s DJ Khaled! The streets greatest hits!) {HA!}
(‘Cause We The Best music! Bow down!)

[Chorus: Mavado (French Montana)]
So suicidal! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The realest!!!
So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! (HA!) The Realest!

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Realest in the game, silly with the aim (HA!)
Nigga fly to death, kill me on the plane (WOO!)
I did it for my town and I ain’t do it for the bread
It ain’t about nigga heavy is the head (HA!)
I see my dreams fade like Fat Joe’s weight
It was hard in them back blocks, dark for the have nots (HA!)
My homey turned a hundred grand twenty five bricks (P!)
‘Caught doin a hundred gave him twenty five
Shit! Fuck boys now ring from your do’ step (HA!)
I seen niggas hang it up, cold check (AH!)
Shorty said what’s in the dark come to light
Tell that bitch pay her light bill (HA!) My life real
(MONTANA!!!!)

[Chorus: Mavado]
So suicidal! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The realest!!!
So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The Realest! (WELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!)

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I’m the flyest I suppose, suicide flows
Lambo wide invented doors suicide doors
Kill ‘em with the swag in some shit you can’t afford
From ’98 Accords to chorus on billboards
No more shoppin in stores it’s meetings with Tom Ford
Pretty women on board your bored they so adored
Gangstas to the core put four g’s out on the porch
Know some jamaican killers with choppers and C4
Yeah we are the hottest like satan my correspondent
Yeah I know the pilot the meanin of flyin private
Yeah a nigga shinin my presidential with diamonds
Call that my Obama, pistol for mo’ drama whoa!

[Chorus: Mavado]
So suicidal! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The realest!!!
So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The Realest!

[Verse 3: Mavado]
God if your with me! Show the lighters let me know!
Lighters let me know! You know!
Hands in the sky if your with me! It’s the Gullyside life you know!
You know! You know!
Real niggas on di corna, catch me if you can
AK, with the clip the banana
You don’t wanna fuck around I will bring ya drama
Hot like a sauna middle east Osama
(OH OH OH!!!) Only if your realer with me!
Suicide on dead road!
No mercy on the streets! Incase you never know

[Chorus: Mavado]
So suicidal! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The realest!!!
So suiciddddeeeee!!!! First they ever seen this!
Gangsta for life! The Realest!

DJ KHALED feat. Mavado – Suicidal Thoughts

Ahhhh haaa
Pass the Guiness
Yahhh
Gully Gad, from Kingston
Yahh yahh
We the best music

So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist

So mi say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk
Some a carry drugs and some a dem have dutty heart
Chat in front yuh face, dem wah fi kill you when you pass
You dem woulda lost
So it’s best if you nuh talk
Am on another level like a Noah wid dah Ark
Am mi nuh fair di devil with the fork
Touch Gullyside guns smoke and guns bark
All a mi enimies dead off

So suicial, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicial, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist

Every street, every block
Gullyside and a me
Tell dem we the best is just a family
From Kingston, Jamaica to Miami
We taking over, lead mek dem falla we
Sing this
Every Gangsta pon dem corner
A some di marijuana
Far as dem eyes can see
Mi a di real thing
From New York to California
To Arizona dem haffi set we free
Old Gangalee
God if you with me
Show the light just let me know
Light just let me know
You know, hands in the sky if you with me
It’s the gullyside life you know
You now… you know…

So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist

DJ KHALED feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman – ‘S’ On My Chest

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
(It’s Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead…)
(It’s Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead…)

[Lil Wayne:]
Reporting From Kim’s Kinda Star
Holly grove 17 carnivore
Riding Through The City In A Tonka Toy..
I Got Old Money, Could’ve Bought A Dinosaur
Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford
And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors
Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, I’m A Hoe, you Know That I’m A Whore
Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monster Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cop’s A Boy,
When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got You Boy, I’ll Just Let The Big Mac Whopp You Boy
See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An I’ll Turn Into Mufasa Boy
We Run Up In You Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy (Uhh)

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

[Birdman:]
Yeah,
Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, you Better Know It’s Gravy
If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby
Shit Goin be Crazy, Nigga Doing It Like The 80′s,
Bunch of Young Niggas Poppin Off and They Spraying,
Up In The Early We Thank You For The Sunshine
Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,
Kiss Momma ‘Cause We’re Going Out and Getting Mines,
Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,
Shoe First Nigga Not Seeing Mines,
Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,
5 Drops, Of The Last Big Time,
Lord To The Game, Nigga Till It’s My Time,
Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,
Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,
2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,
Doing Dougnuts In My Hood Getting Paper Bags..

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.
It be That Cash Money Bitch.
Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
(It’s Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead…)
(It’s Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead…)

[Birdman:]
Living Is Red, That How We Play It,
An Up Town Sr. Be Blood Till I’m Dead,
That’s What I Said, I Put Some Change In your Head,
If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nothing But Bread,
50 Shots From High Nigga We Won’t Stop,
From Putting Candy On The Slabs,
To Stirring The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,
Pull It and Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands
Niggas That Means Knots

[Lil Wayne:]
Bitch I’m a Boss
Bitch I’m a Boss
Bury Me Like My Father On The Cross
And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,
Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,
Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,
Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault,
Huh I Don’t Jump On The Track, I Pull Forward,
I Got That S On My Chest I’m Supposed To Follow…

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead
It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.
I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest
It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead…

DJ KHALED feat. Ace Hood – Outro (They Don’t Want War)

[Waitress:]
Guan guan Mista Khaled
What you want today, the regular?
[DJ Khaled:]
Nah, give me the steamed fish
With some white rice
And give me a champaigne cola
And give me some water with some lemon on it
You feel me?

[Waitress:]
Alright there, no problem
So what your friend want?

[Ace:]
Nah I’m good

[Waitress:]
Alright then, me soon come back

(Waitress giving the order to the chef)
[DJ Khaled:]
So check this out right
It’s all about the money
It’s always about the power
It’s always about the respect
Straight up
I don’t see ‘em

[Waitress:]
Yo Khaled der be some thugs out to the pre
I don’t know if you want me get dem out side
I pray

[DJ Khaled:]
Hey yo check this out right
You tell ‘em to come through bring them to me
And let them know they have a choice
Everyone has a choice

[DJ Khaled:]
Heard them people seeking problems with the Godfather
Shockers keep them llama get your head trauma
Pussy boys rather see me dead, mama
Instead I’m in that Maybach texting William Roberts
Riding through the city with my hammer close
Pray to Allah that this trick does not have bash results
Self made all it took was faith and lots of hope
Understand this the realest shit I ever wrote
Arab from the middle east Jerusalem
Duplicate me will never be I’m hot as Lucifer
Palestine mastermind, rowie face, bezels shine
Smoking good, counting paper, tryin’ to dodge the Babylon
Yeah, I’m well respected and that’s on any block
Talk about the gutter you just pray to make it out
Puffing ganja with them wassels with them dreadlocks
Cracking lots with them mobsters get your dog shot
I’m fucking molding, foreign without an owner
Motherfucking neighbours bought the whole corner
Bought the whole block, stuntin’ on you fuck boys
We the best of all, gotta get that young boy
Gotta let me get ‘em
Nah Ace, they don’t want war
Just let me get ‘em
Nah Ace, they don’t want war
I got ‘em, I got ‘em
Nah Ace, they don’t want war
Cause that’s that shit we came for

[DJ Khaled:]
Steamed fish was amazing, matter of fact
Let me get some jerk chicken to go
Grabbed me one of them lemon pie theories
And let me get some of them cash you theories too
And give me another champaingne cola
But let me ask you a question
What happened to them people asking about me
You supposed to bring them to me

[Waitress:]
Dey no sai mistar Khaled
Dey say me one thang one dat you
It let those take their next chance
And dem boi just
And just cut, gone, cut

[Outro:]
Hahahaha, I always told my dogs everyone got a choice
Everyone, kiss the ring

DJ KHALED feat. Meek Mill, Ace Hood and Pli – Shout Out To The Real

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Free Boosie, real nigga
In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga
I used to say, “I know how you feel, nigga”
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you’re in a row
Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze
Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose
Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain’t getting shows
Poppin’ bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I’m back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain’t got an album, man, I got these niggas falling off
I’m gone

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real niggas (Salam)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real niggas
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type
Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
I’m the type to flood the rollie like it’s New Orleans
Bet that all my niggas ball like I’m Mr. Clean
From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter
I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feel like I’m jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hating, I just tell ‘em kiss the paper tags
Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash
Plus my rollie cost me 80, that’s gon’ make ‘em mad
Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
Niggas love it when you’re drowning in that water, dawg
Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law
We The Best: the logo, and I’m with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust
Kill the hottest young’n in and what you niggas thought

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Plies]
They took a half of [?] nigga out the bank nigga
If you want to whip ‘em pussy nigga, blank nigga
And I put that red dot right where you think nigga
Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga
I’m on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass
You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy
A real nigga, real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch
Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga
‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga
And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga
We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga
Ain’t got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga
And before you try anything you better write your will, nigga

[Hook x2]

DJ KHALED feat. Mary J. Blige, Fabolous & Jadakiss – It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over

[Fabolous:]
I said we the best at making this green
I swear Mountain Dew ain’t got nothing on my team
F is for the family that’s holding me down
I think niggas know who run this town
A is for the action I’m all about
Blow a nigga head off, kill all the doubt
B is for the big boys with the grown money
And bad bitches who ain’t gotta spend their own money
Shots of ‘Tron at like 4 in the morn’
It ain’t over ’til it’s over, Loso I’m gone

[Mary J. Blige:]
Lights stay on, they don’t fade
Take my last call, don’t hold your breath
Everyday make something outta nothing
Move a mountain and still keep running
Never come down, make no mistake

They can say oh that my end is on the horizon
When I wake, all I see is the sun rising
Just when I thought I said all there was to say
I get the last word,
It ain’t over till it’s over
Just when I thought I did all there was to do
I give my best to you
It ain’t over ’til it’s over

Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain’t over ’til it’s over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain’t over ’til it’s over

[Jadakiss:]
I smoke weed, you sip on lean
People always sayin’ what the hell is that mean
J is for the justice I did to the game
Lot of these niggas that’s on is lame
A is for the way I airs ‘em out
Coupes by the two’s I pairs ‘em out
D’s for the dope that a nigga still pumpin’
12 hour shifts got the spot still jumpin’
Rockin’ on ’til the block is gone
38′ is snub nose but the choppers long

[Mary J Blige:]
And everything takes time so they say
But it’s been on my side everyday
Every second gone is another way to come up
Bend the corner, crash into the jackpot
Twists and turns I can take

They can say they do that my end is on the horizon
When I wake, all I see is the sun rising
Just when I thought I said all there was to say
I get the last word,
It ain’t over till it’s over
Just when I thought I did all there was to do
I give my best to you
It ain’t over ’til it’s over

Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain’t over ’til it’s over
Ooh-oh ooh-oh
It ain’t over ’til it’s over

DJ KHALED feat. Kanye West & Rick Ro – I Wish You Would

[DJ Khaled]
I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Hook - Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds’ll question yo ass
They be drug testin’ yo ass
And then they pray you don’t pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Hook]
(ROZAY!)

DJ KHALED feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Lil Wayne & others – I’m So Hood (Remix)

DJ Khaled
We the best
Who
We nigga
We the best
This the remix
The I’m so hood remix
I’m making movies

[T-Pain]
I’m so Hood
Remix
Yeah,I wear my pants below my waist (we always gonna be the best)
And I never dance when I’m in this place
Because you and your man is planning to hate (I run this man)
I’m so hood
And I got these gold up in my mouth
If you get closer to my house
Then you’ll know what I’m talking about (I make hit records this is what I do)
(I’m of the) hood (This the remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up Hood (put em up, put em up, put em up)
My hood niggas can you feel me (I gave you we taking over)
I’m so hood
And It you’re not from here you can walk it out
And you not Hood if you don’t know what I’m talking about
I’m so Hood (hey young jeezy)
(you got me we run this man we run this)

[Verse 1 (Young Jeezy)]
I’m so h to the double-o d
Got all this god damn money on me
Pockets so fat it don’t make no sense
Whips so clean don’t need no tints
Watch so bright I don’t need no light
And no where word don’t need no mic
Niggas like Young what you get for show?
Tell em same shit I used to get for the blow
Send ‘em on the road nigga what I got to lose
Put em in the vans i ain’t talkin’ about the shoes
Do the speed limit nigga watch out for the lights
Pussy ass niggas gotta watch out for the dikes
Seventeen five yeah nigga I said it
Seventeen five yeah nigga yeah I meant it
And when we do it bad and when we do it good
I’m so I’m so I’m so mother fucking hood

[Verse 2 (Ludacris)]
Everybody come equipped with bangas
Throwing up our middle fangas
And you know I don’t slip so I gotta keep 10 in the clip and 1 the chambers
Better be walking with angels
And never take candy from strangers
Luda’s dressed in stripes had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals
I’m in the zone homes going for the two point conversion
I’m so hood that Ludacris should have been on the original version
But this is the remix
With the cheap tricks
Hitting sweet licks
And I cut the braids off with the waves and the fade that will make you sea sick
See this is the way that we ball
And this is the way we roll
So put a fist in the air if you care
United we stand and divided we fall
When the south is in the house you better watch your mouth
Cause we on that hood shit I’m hood rich
Coming around your hood bitch
I swear I’m so..

[Chorus T-Pain (Busta Rhymes)]
I’m so hood (remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up
Hood
My hood niggas can you stand up
(I’m so hood)
And if you ain’t from here you can walk it out (the king of the streets and the gods of the
hood)
You ain’t hood if you don’t know what I’m talking about (Busta bust bitches)
I’m so hood

[Verse 3 Busta Rhymes]
See all i know is that i got to get my money
Again and again
top down
Let the money blow in the wind
with bad bitch sitting in the passenger seat
Where the doo be wrapped head full of bobby pins
You know I keep the thing when i walk
see the dialect
Different from the slang of my talk
Baby still living got a crack in front of another bad bitch that will
Boost for the spot
I’m used to leaving the strip last
Hustling until the sun comes up getting cash
So much bread in all of my coat pockets
It looks like a nigga got hips with an ass
And from the DNA in my blood
Niggas idolize me and
Try to do what I does
And if the other nigga ain’t really from the hood
You can easily die
tell who that fake nigga was (Hood)
And even though I split a little rap
Got Niggas in the hood trying to sell the most crack
Violator, i send a nigga to do it just to make you spend a lot of money just to get your shit
back
You all niggas know where I’m from
And I rep it to the fullest until the day that I’m done
So hood where we live where my niggas sold drugs and they rich
and my niggas ride in the sun

[Verse 4 (Big Boi)]
daddy fat sacks
So hood like the Cadillac
On the mint full of my balance
Call an ambulance
To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance
They try to dance with a devil in the pale moonlight
Advance on the level that they can’t do right
Lay hands on a fellow like the man in blue lights
Woop, woop
Do it twice
You’re boy the B – I – G
I’m nicer than MC in your top three
You cocky?
I cock, Squeeze
Bust them things not you sloppy
Speed it up,slow it down,then screw it
Don’t bite the flow because I got that blew it
Run through the crew or some whole other new shit
Newness bitch we do this

[Chorus T-Pain (Lil Wayne)]
I’m so hood (remix)
And if you feel me put your hands up
Hood
My hood niggas can you feel me I’m so hood
And if you ain’t from here you can walk it out (up out)
You ain’t hood if you don’t know what I’m talking about (Weezy)
I’m so hood

[Verse 5 (Lil Wayne)]
I’m so Holligrove, New Orleans
Lilweezyana
home sweet home depot
you will need a hammer
it go down like Frasier
I ain’t talking Kelsey grammer
I be shitting on your boys I need an alka-seltzer sandwich
Since I heard Plies I done brought the phantom back
Went and got me a 52 inch
Maybach
I’m eating like a big dog
I’m so full, I’m so good
I’m so straight, you so fake
I’m so real
I’m so hood

[Verse 6 (Fat Joe)]
Yeah nigga
Welcome to the crack house
I should own a McDonald’s
The way I bring the mac’s out
I’m from the hood where every nigga lies
Flip a couple grand
they tell you the baking pies shit
Still got my name carved in that Central Booking
Gave that pussy a scar and told her good lookin’
You’re a crack baby that means your momma paid me
You can’t even blame me that’s what the hood made me

[Verse 7 (Baby)]
Martin Luther King (MLK)
Callio, Magnolia, Melphimine
Gettin that Money with a triple beam
See rattle cry your Josephine
Saints is my team
that’s what we breathe nigga
that’s how we eat
get this money on the streets nigga
V L my street blood
5 star G blood
Fly as a bird
Got these eagles on my seat blood
Then hit back where I stay
Third war we get that cake
Thirteen is where I lay
shots out to MIA

[Verse 8 (Rick Ross)]
More money more problems
Don’t call me conceited
Just call me the boss
Always got what you needed
M.I.yayo so hot
But my neck got the fever
If you sneeze you get shot
Gun play make him believe us
I just bought me a ranch
Watch the hundred stacks
No those ain’t Rolex diamonds
What you done to that?
You fools for gazing
My fools from Haiti
I move some daily
It’s a movie baby
Hood

DJ KHALED feat. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne – I’m On One

(Get em up)
I’m on one
(Get em up)
I’m on one
(Get em up)
I said I’m on one

[Drake]
I’m getting so throwed
I ain’t went this hard since I was 18
Apologize if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Tripping off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

[Drake - Chorus]
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody should’ve told ya

I’m on one
Yeah, fuck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
Fuck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one

[Rick Ross]
I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognize the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair

[Drake - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, fuck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, ain’t enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a made nigga
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
Huh, ain’t nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might as well say cheese for the pictures
Oh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I ain’t buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to the world like the Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence

[Chorus]

Young mula baby, YMCMB

DJ KHALED feat. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa, Ace Hood and T-Pain – I’m So Blessed

Can nothing stop me now
Yeah
Dj Khaled
Yeah
Ohohoooo, no

[Hook:]
Man I’m so blessed (I’m so blessed)
I got the Lord on my shoulders
I’m alright (I’m alright)
I’m alright (I’m alright)
Ain’t got no stress (Ain’t got no stress)
My people with me they celebratin’ the life
We livin’ life (We livin’ life)
Now sing it with me
If you’ve been working hard
If you believe in God
Sing it with me
Can nothing stop me now

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Yea, yellin’ fuck a 9 to 5 boi
Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi
I’m self made, self paid and I got my city watching
They threw me in the game
I threw up numbers like an auction
‘Cause I do it, do it, do it
Like it’s no other option
Fat asses, big bottles
When I’m around they both get poppin’
I talk about girls and money
Too much I admit, way too much girls
Too much money, those 2 things that don’t exist
And I think It’s so impressive I’m riding in the back
Young and black ’cause I’m chauffeured and not ’cause I’m arrested
Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression
Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off
Showing her blessings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I wonder what the haters got to say now
They mad I’m on top of my game and they down
I’m always repping for my gang I stay down
Ain’t gotta go back to my hood ’cause they ’round
And the niggas that’s next to me it’s all the niggas that stress with me
I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own
So to me that’s destiny
If anybody got a problem I just tell ‘em to get on their grind
Try to to see as much checks as me
And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest
A click full of real niggas that’s just the one thing about us
They showin’ us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us
We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us
They screaming my name, I’m repping my city it’s me who they proud of
So fuck what the lames about wouldn’t me no game without us no game without us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Been hated on, I been doubted
Been talked about and mistreated
Still put in the work that I needed
Now I’m living the things that I’m dreaming
Got my mama straight and my daughter good
And my team right ’cause we eating
Been broke before and now it’s open doors
I got the dopest flow and they seen it
God keep away all them demons
Been patient dog I’ve been lenient
Been holding out I’ve been fiending
Long as God with me don’t need ‘em
When you winning everybody want a dap up
Gettin’ money now your friends wanna act up
I don’t really give a fuck I’m a go hard
No stress, couple cars in the front yard
We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul
Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door
Top down so blast it, it’s yolo
One time form the XO
Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro
Fied No lie nigga day know
From the bottom to the top only Lord knows

[Hook]

DJ KHALED feat. Birdman, Ace Hood and 2 Chainz – I Don’t See ‘Em

[Hook: 2Chainz]
If I stand next to ice, then I’m camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I’m camouflaged
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I don’t see you broads
I don’t see you broads, I don’t see you broads
My future’s so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don’t see you broads

[Verse 1: 2Chainz]
I’m criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold. Fucking up your sinus, bitches might
Choke, I’m giving them the heimlich, I’m a
Pimp in my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch
UGH… Two chainz, two pinky rings
I like to play with Lucille’s: B.B. King
You don’t fuck with us, we don’t really fuck with y’all
Stunna bought some Yatchs, We in the ocean playing bumper cars
Pocket full of money, bitch, and my crew eating
Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
Plated pistol, this’s my last shot
Just left the dealership and the cashed out

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf
Swear you haters couldn’t see me if I glowed in the dark
What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?
Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it’s lightning doe
No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin’
Mo’ bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it
Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that’s my code name
I’m blowing money in this bitch, I think I’m Birdman
Trapping ain’t dead, getting money like the bird man
Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog
Dry when shining, I’m a movie star
Open up the bank bitch, bring em large
Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off
Perpetrating’ll get your head bust
A hundred million, ‘ll get you dope flush
A new Bentley, you get a ho rush
Big money shit, we popping cause we came up
Hella choppers, on them new thangs
Big yachts, brand new wings
Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame
Cardinal, Ten Carats on my pinky ring

[Hook]

DJ KHALED feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana and Jadakiss – I Did It For My Dawgz

[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x8]
Oh Lord!

[Rick Ross]
Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeewler
Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
Nigga down to do ya, I aint fucking with a curl bar
Nickle plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar
Duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga
Where I’m from you call the fuck nigga
Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer
Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
Hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited
Couple milli on the neck like I’m tryna get indicted
Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger
Real niggas, taking over televisions
Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire
What’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Sittin’ on them M’s, mad shit is gettin realer
Got my hood looking like [?]
Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer
Just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em
And these suckas, I don’t feel ‘em
I don’t even see ‘em
I’mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah
Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya
Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
Everybody ridin’ till you sit ‘em in the morgue
Started with a [?] now I’m sittin’ in a Porsche
With the shooters right behind me
Shit, you looking at a boss
Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless
Hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin’
Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding
Ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?

[Hook]

[French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs
Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss
Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt
Now I’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the [?]
But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly
Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning
My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’
Play with my paper, run up in your offices
It’s the ’012 Ice Cube nigga with the Raider hat
A maniac nigga, where the paper at
Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace

[Hook]

[Jadakiss - Verse 4]
Yo, watch who you drinking with
Watch who you smoking with
1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash)
If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it
And I know tomorrow aint promised but I hope it is
Love to get acquanted with you
Stay and tear the jail up
Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up
Get them thangs off so I haven’t put the scales up
Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else
If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
The dough got ‘em bringing in the broads
Obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord
If there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward?
I aint do it for myself, you know who I did it for?

[Hook]

DJ KHALED – Hip Hop

This shit’s special
This shit’s special
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can’t sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I’m doing drugs trying to feel you
I’m killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How’d you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..
Realise, some things never change
Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man
Fuck love, cause she don’t live here
I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college’s professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I’ll be the first one to say it
She ain’t the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop

[Verse 2: Nas]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World Star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dream
Notice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed
“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yours
You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore
I fuck Hip Hop

And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her

DJ KHALED feat. Wale, Tyga, Mack Maine and Kirko Bangz – Don’t Pay 4 It

[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
Say I ain’t trying to pay, for it
Man I’m too playa for that
Too many bitches in the world right now
That’ll fuck around and pray for that
Say I ain’t trying to pay, for it
I don’t pay for no pussy
I won’t pay for no pussy
And I ain’t buyin’ no Gucci
Say I ain’t trying to pay for it
I’m a motherfucking G
And I should make these bitches pay me
Say I ain’t trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I’m too throwed
Niggas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes

[Verse 1: Wale]
Pay for that, not me, no hell
Y’all the one that bring the c-notes out
This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn’t be no show
Wale, Wale
Hear you talking, but I cannot stay
Chicks evolve but I cannot stay
I spit the raw, I leave a gay bitch, late
Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date
Throw the bait, ain’t no John
You done broke the safe just to get those broads
You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers
And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
I ain’t even tripping, or paying these women
Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious
And my sharp show is at 4: 15, can I use the rip in 5: 15
Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she’s gon’ kiss the ring but no wedding

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Clap that ass, bitch, turn up
Nigga kill the pussy, call it murder
Swerve in the Murcielago
Me without a foreign car, man that’s unheard of
In the Maybach, king with my feet up
Curtains drawn, bitch scream when you see us
High give me lead up, work toward nigga
2500 for the sneakers, dope ass nigga, no beeper
I was 16 with a Beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquafina
Niggas going, hyena
Getting pussy posted up at the deener
Now we pull up, post in Medinas
With light-skinned bitch like Gina
Aston, Martin
Man I’m motherfucking cold like Kesha
Stop signs, Simon says
We don’t give a fuck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke niggas, we don’t live with them
I don’t fuck around, I just fuck her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I’m rich, bitch

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
(Bitch I’m Mack Ma-I-I-I-ine)
Trick what? Lace who?
Baby girl, that ain’t what Maine do
Before I chase you, I replace you
Before I break you off, I’m a break you
Matter of fact, fuck you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
Asian chicks, they adore us
I’m feeling like the nigga on the chorus
(Got this drank in my cup
And I’m ’bout to roll up)
Man this bitch talking too much, dawg
(I done came down, hold up)
Heard a nigga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, “Nah, niggas you’re scared”
Now go get you some bread
See it’s…
(Money over bitches, and bread over bed
Tell a bitch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)
Shit
Shit, one go to store for me
Got another one that’s trying to ho for me
Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me

[Hook]

DJ KHALED feat. DJ Khaled – Don’t Get Me Started

You don’t want to get me started ho
You don’t want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB

[Hook: Ace Hood]
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that’s just how I remain
Don’t get me started, don’t get me started
My nigga, my nigga don’t get me started, don’t get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it’s sweet then try me
Don’t get me started, don’t get me started

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don’t pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I’m the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I’m about that cream, guaplage on
Don’t get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y’all niggas really can’t stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain’t getting’ no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don’t wanna get me started
You don’t wanna see how I’m ballin’
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it’s good night
With a bad bitch, she’s so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon’ froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won’t hold back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I’m making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can’t take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I’m rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame
Bitch niggas, they complain
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I’m like damn hood what it be like?
Hold ‘em down as your knee lights
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won’t see her twice
That purple that got me leaning
They don’t wanna get me started
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that’s standing tall; two chain

[Hook]

DJ KHALED feat. Akon – Cocaine Cowboy

We the best
DJ Khaled
We global
We the greatest
Let’s go
Ayo joc got us
Akon
Konvict music
This is? live

[Chorus: Akon]
Watch yourself or get tookout
This world ain’t safe
Anyday this might be your last day
As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
And the cops on the lookout
Each n every day
Workin with dem snitches
Endin’ up another raid
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

[Verse 1: Akon]
Some stone cold killers
With a pocket full of triggers
Here to terrorize your town boy
Considered to be the realist
Of all the other dealers
He’s a cocaine cowboy
See they causin’ a lot of havic
In movin a lot of traffic
From the white to the brown boy
N they willin’ to get down
Put you up in the crown
Where you can’t be found boy
Just so you know they will
Connect that n they won’t be disrespected
Movin things by the pound boy
So if you want it you get get it
Just be heading south bound n

[Chorus: Akon]
Watch yourself or get tookout
This world ain’t safe
Anyday this might be your last day
As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
And the cops on the lookout
Each n every day
Workin with dem snitches
Endin’ up another raid
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)

[Verse 2: Akon]
N if your lookin out you might
See em creepin round your way
Steady spreadin it around boy
N before you know it
Whole nieghborhood got j’s
Searchin round for that cowboy
They gon get it, it’s? waitin
For his share boats rockin by
The docks filled with hundred
Dollar bills bout to be there
Livin right across the water to
His place straight to a cowboy
N unload it on the spot
Pay a couple? just to watch
[?] keep it movin cause they
Ain’t got time on the clock
All it takes is one fuck up
Somebody gets popped

[Chorus: Akon]
Watch yourself or get tookout
This world ain’t safe
Anyday this might be your last day
As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
As a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
And the cops on the lookout
Each n every day
Workin with dem snitches
Endin’ up another raid
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)
On a cocaine cowboy (cowboy)