DJ KHALED feat. Akon, Shyne & Mavado – All My Life

They wanna live my life
They wanna walk in my shoes
They have no idea

All my life
I’ve always been told
You gotta be prepared ’cause the world is so cold
It’s lonely at the top ’cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to ‘em just go for what you know, yea
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
And I’m a be this way all my life, yea
All my life…

(I take you to the gully streets,
With the gully god… Mavado get ‘em)

[Mavado:]
These streets is like a jungle and we’re like the lion
Many of times me haffi strap with me iron
Never scared, never fret
Gangsta for life til my last breath
Momma even if dem kill me don’t cry
I’m a gangsta for life, I was prepared to die
I’m a die rich, never die poor
Mansions in the sky, no more sleeping on the floor

All my life
I’ve always been told
You gotta be prepared ’cause the world is so cold
It’s lonely at the top ’cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to ‘em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
And I’m a be this way all my life (yeah)
All my life…

(From the streets of New York,
Where the streets don’t sleep… Shyne get ‘em)

[Shyne:]
All my life
I been rollin with the B’s and the C’s, 13′s and the kings
They greens in the pen
Steady duckin the police, ain’t a friend
Til they take me to hang and they fill me with lead
Like Fred Hampton for the people I bang
Til it come to an end I be bleeding in red
I live the story that you read in the Feds
Daddy wasn’t there but my momma was a gen
But I ain’t trippin though
That’s how I kill a foe
We gon get it straight so tell me what it’s hittin for
And if you didn’t know
I really live the low
I got the O’s and the Yo
Screamin really though

All my life
I’ve always been told
You gotta be prepared ’cause the world is so cold
It’s lonely at the top ’cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to ‘em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
And I’m a be this way

(All my life… Shyne get ‘em)

[Shyne:]
All my life I’ve been sufferin
Steady strugglin
I run the streets where they screen for the government
Harry Cumberland coming from the cold
Got it like I’m Sutherland, but this ain’t 24
This a ode for the O’s and the Loc’s
Partna’s and the cookers doin life on the road
Long as you know you a part of Po
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
I spit the gully rap, I spend the bloody cash
I’m the shotta word to papa, where the money at?
I’m from the gully jack, where we bury rats
Ain’t nothin funny, put a bullet in ya skully cap

All my life
I’ve always been told
You gotta be prepared ’cause the world is so cold
It’s lonely at the top ’cause the bottom gets old
Never listen to ‘em just go for what you know (yeah)
All my life they told me stop tryin
I never been the one to not go and get mine
I never been the one to not put it on the line
And I’m a be this way all my life (yeah)
All my life…

DJ KHALED feat. Homeboy, Lil Scrappy – Never Be Nothing Like Me

O-K-K-K
BME
O-K-K-K
G’s up, this yo boy Lil’ Scrappy
DJ Khaled, (Let Em’ Kno) So get your G’s up

[Chorus - Lil Scrappy]
You can be as fuckin real as you want
And hard as you will
But you will never be nothin like me
You can rock with the 12′s in the trunk
Get so drunk
But you will never be nothin like me
You can go and fuck with a hoe
A pocket full of dough
But you will never be nothin like me
Yea yea you wanna act hard
I can tell in your eyes you will never be nothin like me

[Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy]
Born, Devil riches son the second
My daddy blessed me with a wonderful weapon
Hoes see me and they keep on stepin
So my momma took me to school taught me pimpin lessons
Oh, I kno you ain’t tryin ta call your people
Cause I got people that’ll sue your ego
Sum of em in the club with a desert eagle
U ain’t gone win a fight unless you got it like we do
Equal, naw nigga we ain’t equal
U said you pop cris they wouldn’t believe u
Look at the time it’s way past your curfew
I’m a back up cause I don’t wanna hurt u
Aw man these niggas throwin bottles on the stage
I’m a still go out and rep the A
If you take it outside I’m a get the cake
Aye shorty I said get up out my face
But anyways
Ya’ll niggas don’t kno me, don’t kno my name
Jus kno me by my fortune and fame
They want me to b humble shorty but I can’t
Don’t get all mushy eyed shorty let me explain
There’s alot of mothafuckas out there that hate
I might catch a case cause I gotta gun on my waist
People out seein what kinda moves ya make
Scrapper get the hell away from a nigga that’s fake, aye

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Lil Scrappy]
You say you hot but you ain’t dat
Your shit weed, and my shit crack (damn)
If I rob you, I ain’t givin that back
If I steal your girl shorty jus call me the mack, (scrap)
The Scrap
Show her P-I-M-P
If they hatin shorty then you need betta delivery
I’m from the A-Town, Southeast, Zone 3
If ya touch me then you get your ass beat
Some of ya’ll lames ain’t got enough on your track sheet
To clap me you gone need a crowd to see me
Look in the mirror I kno you wanna b me
Mad cause your girl on my dick like bologne
Look dude, I don’t want you nowhere near me
I’m a real G nigga and that’s clearly
If ya come around I’m a knock ya silly
If ya can’t hear me then ya got to feel me (Yea)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Homeboy]
(What my name is?)
H-O-M-E boy
Through a microscope, you niggas can’t see me-e boy
If you jump inside my body could’ntbe me-e boy
Bullets bust on sight so freely-e boy
I’m a monster, evil, Chucky me Freddy Krueger
Bitch nigga I will do ya, with 9 millimeter rueber
I’m hell on earth now that’s what they told me
Hotter than the flames in hell, so hell could’nthold me
No man control me
Follow no one, I’m a leader
I’m Homeboy, Bitch I’m off the mothafuckin meter
Right now or tomorrow I’m a see ya when I see ya
Cock back and make me pop the lid off the pringles
C’mon, once I step outside of my zone
Bullets fly jus like that star wars attack of the clones
Listen up got some shit that’ll part your hair round here
We from Georgia, it’s the spot
We some bears down here

[Chorus]

DJ KHALED feat. DJ Khaled – Aktion Pak

Seh dem ago diss who
Seh dem ago diss me
Chatty mouth dat man
Dem bad like me
A chat dem a chat
Yap dem a yap

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no cuss cuss wi no wear frock
Gullyside wi a action pak

[Verse:]
Tell dem anything a anything
Any deejay Hennessy, any focal chemistry
Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin
Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back
Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat
Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat
Any missa man violate mi done chat
Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma
Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama
Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see
Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana
Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest
Mi have a sticky finger
Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger
Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window
Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no lip lip wi no parrot
Gullyside wi a action pak
Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak
Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back
Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]
Well any day dem think dem can diss mi
Mi mek Jamaica a fi re write history
Mi new style hot up dem head like a Frisbee
Mi fire furnace turn up cuz mi fans dem miss mi
Mi so serious now dont even smile at me own
No deal in cotton paper clashing is fa olds
Diamonds an gold am at the south pole
Am touching yo girl and wrap her in my lui fury coat

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no lip lip wi no parrot
Gullyside wi a action pak
Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak
Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back
Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]
Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin
Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back
Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat
Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat
Any missa man violate mi done chat
Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma
Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama
Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see
Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana
Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest
Mi have a sticky finger
Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger
Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window
Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no lip lip wi no parrot
Gullyside wi a action pak
Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak
Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back
Right now wi a action pak

DJ KHALED feat. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross, Busta Rhymes, Diddy, Fabolous, Jadakiss, Fat Joe, Swizz Beatz, T-Pain – All I Do Is Win (Remix)

[T-Pain - Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what
Got money on mind I can never get enough
Whenever me and Khaled do the remix
Everybody hands go up
(Ey, showtime)
And they stay there
And they say yeah
And they stay there
Up down, up down,
Cause all I do is win win win
And if you goin’ in put your hands in the air make em stay there…

[DJ Khaled]
Sittin’ on the top floor
What you think I’m hot for
Every summer drop more
Hits to make my stock go (up)
Them hands go (up)
Them fans go (up)
Number one in this bitch and I’ma (stay there)
We the best of the best
While you haters asleep
I’m yelling free weezy
I at the heart of the streets
Who hotter than me (Khaled)
I’m wearing the crown (we can’t stop, won’t stop)
Go hate on me now

[Rick Ross]
I can never get enough when it comes to gettin’ feddy
Niggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scudliegi
Mario Andretti, money coming fast
My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass
I can never be a racist
Wake up every morning just to count white faces
Neo in the matrix, glorious as Morpheus
Employed all warriors I mean as a scorpion
Dr Kavorkian

[Busta Rhymes]
Like a hot brimstone
Yo, everytime I come we got another nigga come and get a lot of money
When I’m in the building and I promise there aint no mothafucker better better better
Ah ha, ok
Niggas know I got it when I hit ya with the pidda padder
Everybody see me then you hear a lot of chitter chatter
Know there aint nobody badder badder badder
I watch a lot of niggas when I’m in the cut, so sick
When I come hit em in the gut
You will crown me king (no matter what)
Ok lets shine my friend
Get up on my grind again, some niggas should be happy that I chose to rhyme with them, cause…

[Chorus]

[Diddy]
Hey turn me up man, I want them to hear me
Ayo check this out,

My heart racing like I snort cocaine
I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name
She got the most paper, Mr New York times
I’m a natural born winner Mr New York’s mine
Everybody getting money but I cop the first 6
Now I run the game so I toss the first pitch
Yeah I let you wife her but she still my first bitch
Less than 9 digits nigga that ain’t fucking rich muthafucker

[Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, all I do is win aint that the reason that you really mad
Undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad
I aint mad Ma, I see you with your bummy swag
I’m in that money green Jag lot of money bags,
I told Khaled that you the best but I’m the bestest
Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist
You can talk slick all the way down to the welfare
As the IRS bitch I’m paying for your healthcare

[Fabolous]
Look I’ma make this here official
Let me clear some issues
First off I am not for Britney Spears initials
That’s no BS at your request
Lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS
Yeah it’s young funeral
Hard black on me
So act like summers over and fall back homie

Winning is all I do, I’ll answer all of you
But y’all aint saying shit like prank callers do

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss]
Yo, it’s already proven I got them birds moving
All I do is win I’m allergic to losing
Yeah, yellow gold cuban, 9 mill brullian
I show you what to do with em
Finish em, I’m through with them
They gon have to jump me, this gon take a few of them
They don’t want no problems
They might end up sueing them
Disassociate yourself have nothing to do with them
We already got a shyea we tryna get two of them

[Fat Joe]
Just blew trial, crack lots like is little Italy
Your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe you killing me
Beat her like a prize fight mommy I’m a rude boy
You just hit the powerball
Everyday a new toy, nigga it’s a stick up
A muthafucking robbery
Hots that have Haitian Jack proud of me
Riding through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me
Puffy surfin on the hood for niggas that keep doubting me

[Chorus]