RICK ROSS feat. Birdman and Meek Mill – Last Breath

Nigga, long as you livin’ how you wanna live
Niggas gon’ talk about you
And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that pussy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your bitch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
I just scooped me a BM
And bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was Hov
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m fucking all of they hoes
So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em
But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em
Want some attention, hall-of-fame ‘em, they talkin’ bout us
Acting like bitches ’til we spray ‘em, get the coffin out ya
We all about it, ahhhhh
I’m ballin’ till my very last breath
I hustle like I’m on my last cheque
And I ain’t even in my bag yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin’ panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4: Birdman]
Ballin’ till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin’ it down, hold it down for my fuckin’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook]

RICK ROSS – King Of Diamonds

Somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

[Verse 1:]
I got the baddest bitches waiting on a nigga
I got these pussy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
I’m getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I’m the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that pussy, bring it to baby, I got it
Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a club, here or ‘ye
So show me love, it’s only Rozay

[Hook:]
Rozay

[Verse 2:]
You gotta separate yourself from fuck boys
Can’t even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I’m floating in my shit like I’m in a parade
Ho, you better take notice – I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
Take your bitch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
I’m so rich, I mean I’m so rich
If it’s less than ten stacks, to me it’s ho shit
It’s time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga – look in my face
It’s only one Rozay

[Hook]

[Outro:]
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

RICK ROSS feat. Styles P – Keys To The Crib

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I got them ki’s in the crib
You wouldn’t find them if you had the keys to the crib
Them niggas cheesing, it’s real
It ain’t cheese if it’s less than a mil’
I think I’m losing my religion
Praying on these niggas, wrap a kilo in a ribbon
Live every day like it’s my last
My only trending topic is the cash

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these clear Gazelles
Bitch-ass nigga, better get some mail
I’m riding in a 6 like this bitch for sale
That boy Meek Mill squeeze clips for real
See me in the street, rose-gold everything
Moving like hoes got me plotting on your team
Learning your whereabouts, burners to air ‘em out
Bitches a motion picture, I’m picturing Paramount
Riding in the Lotus, Teflon Don
With an ambitious bitch, lotus flower bomb
Wale on burn, young nigga’s doing numbers
Double M G got it the next ten summers
I’m trying to do it big forever
Keys to the crib, and I’m with whatever
Ki’s to the crib, nigga, bricks wherever
Hundred mil’ plus til we rich forever

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I see no nigga in these red Gazelles
All I see is women with these massive tails
All I see is young’uns with this trash to sell
They got some CO’s that get you hash in jail
Little dope, little coke, talking cash for real
Funeral’s never cool, nigga, pass the steel
I’m a guru in the kitchen, whipping mass appeal
Boobie got a life sentence on his last appeal
That’s one of few names that’ll last for real
Got me drinking from the bottom, no glasses filled
Always purple in the cup, nigga, pass the pills
I’m the first one here to fuck, snatch your ass for real
Keys to the crib, boys, keys to the V
If you at the table, then you eat what I eat
Breathe what I breathe, drink what I drink
Smoke what I smoke and we still mink for mink

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ki’s in the crib, you want keys to the crib
I got work from Argentina and Belize in the crib
Homie holding a nina, could sneeze him a brick
Knee-deep in the cocaine, trees in the six
Biggie on the stereo, seven-digit flips
This is the scenario – something go wrong, it’s a burial
Hit the hood, watch it go around like a merry-go
White seats, new M5, all cherry though
Heard you at Aces, Courvoisier, toasting the niggas that beat cases
Knowing your connect on a name-to-name basis
Eating with your fam on a day-to-day basis
Weight shit, get the big house and the spaceship
Team of lawyer niggas
That’ll fucking boil niggas for a chain or a bracelet
Nigga, you know I’m living fly
For the love of the game, I put a ribbon on the pie

[Hook]

[Outro: Rick Ross talking]
If I’m rich now, is it too much to pray to be rich forever?
Forgive me Lord! Forgive me
My next move; God Forgives, I Don’t
I think you’ll love it
Rich Forever!

RICK ROSS feat. Triple C’s – It Ain’t A Problem

It ain’t a problem ’til I say it is
Handle my problem, that’s the way it is
Always talkin like a bitch but that’s the way he is
After the ride, nobody’ll know where he is – Triple C!

[Verse 1: Triple C's]
When you serve a cat a couple of times
Knowin he serve in a couple of towns
Polaco, Pensacola, down to Duval
It put you in the midn of a pimp like Too $hort
Classy nigga walkin ’round with stacks
But I’m gettin word that he talkin behind my back
Now is the time to listen, you gotta pay attention
He may pay a henchman, put him up on where you livin
Tell him all your cars, makes and models
Tell him how you on steaks and bottles
Opium Sunday, Oxygen Tuesday
How you go to the boxing gym tryin to lose weight
He done told a nigga all your routes
And now you got a lowlife tryin to figure you out
Catch you in the driveway, trigger you out
That’s what killers about, that’s what niggaz allow remember

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Triple C's]
Nigga please! You ain’t a cap peeler
Save that [?] for your bathroom mirror
No platoon dealer; you niggaz baboons
Half gorilla, a camp of scrillers
Triple C stamp the trillest
I got B’s I’ma spend it, I don’t care what the bill is
Them hoes stay at the billets[?]
And when they ask what year I tell ‘em two thousand two million
A rider without a motor, you got it right I’m a solider
Long as it’s loaded I’ma tote it
I told ya – flow so cold, below frozen
like ice water over the Pro Tools
But that’s old news, update the topic
What makes the prophet cut cake in projects
I’ma show him how cupcake his squad is
Duct tape embalmers for makin them comments

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Torch]
Nigga I’m fresh out
Beef it really ain’t a problem, one call, half of your boys X’d out
Jail ain’t rehabilitate shit!
Killers and dealers all I affiliate with
Retaliate[?] and I squeeze mags, you hit you went stiff
and we ain’t playin freeze tag, you better dip
Chop soundin like a speed bag, that’s it, set a date money I’m hungry
So I’m robbin moms for that wake money
It’s Torch, you get a bomb from me – you wan’ play?
I survived more athletes than Barry Bonds trainin
Name ‘em – ain’t a problem ’til I say it is
Miss a payment I’ll be waitin there, takin all your favorite shit
Earrings, rings, watches, bracelets
Chains and the flat screen, shawty that ‘llac mean
Meanin it’s comin too, nigga what you wanna do?
I send G to kill you, lay your daddy down in front of you nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Y’all niggaz know who this is
Nigga this is the homey nigga
Y’all niggaz don’t want no problems nigga
Y’all niggaz see us in the club
Y’all be havin y’all gorillas nigga
But y’all niggaz already know nigga
Triple C’s nigga, and we out

RICK ROSS – I Swear To God

Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1:]
I’m paranoid cause I’m in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this d! ck could change your life
So grab your bags, it’s time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I never hate on all these pussy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money, so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 2:]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver’s side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
You could never hesitate and you’s a pussy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G’s, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money – so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 3:]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that’s off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m’s
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold, my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I’ll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook:]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money – so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

RICK ROSS feat. Diddy – Holy Ghost

[Hook x2: Rick Ross]
They say I’m gettin’ money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Bugatti
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Lord knows, that boy done been about it
Lord knows, that boy’ll catch a body
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans
Being dead broke is the root of all evil
Get money, my nigga, do good with your people
I got the calico, I got the dynamite
They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight
Back to these bitches following my timeline
Back to these crackers following my timeline
Got the phone tapped, I think I’m being followed
Touch him with the Holy Ghost, can you hear me Father?

[Diddy:]
Father, please protect me from brokeness
And bitch ass niggas, Bitch ass bitches too
Keep ‘em away

[Hook: Rick Ross]
They say I’m gettin’ money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Bugatti
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
They say I’m gettin’ money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Ferrari
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Work! That’s all my niggas workin’ with
Work! That’s all my niggas lurkin’ with
My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit
Seen her the other day, driving a piece of shit
Work! Exactly what I’m screamin’ ho
Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin’ ho
You talkin’ to the Holy Ghost
I’m smokin’ ’til I overdose
When I fuck she let the pussy soak
Even my lawyer be askin is it dope
Never break the code shock me with a million volts
I’m forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy:]
You see, they hate what they don’t understand
Father, forgive them
For they know not what they do
Let’s go

[Hook: Rick Ross]
They say I’m gettin’ money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Bugatti
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
They say I’m gettin’ money
Must be illuminati
Talking to the Holy Ghost
In my Ferrari
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in
He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the Devil in

RICK ROSS – Hold Me Back

I see how these niggas playin’
But I could adapt
These niggas won’t hold me back [x8]
These hoes won’t hold me back
These hoes won’t hold me back
These niggas won’t hold me back
These niggas won’t hold me back

[Verse 1]
I look in my fridge, my shit lookin’ scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
And while my niggas sell dope and don’t know what else to do
The only thing on my mind, I’m tryin’ to keep on the lights
I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
Everything whipped well, I’m eatin’ steak, no more soup
Then I parked the Capri, I went and bought me a Coupe
Everything takes time, but this shit came fast
Niggas standin’ in line, they wanna hold me back
I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind
Motivated my niggas and we’ll never divide, no

[Hook]
These niggas won’t hold me back [x4]
These hoes won’t hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back [x3]
Noooo

[Verse 2]
First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus
I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas
Then I start sippin’ purple, got my shit screwed
When you feedin’ your circle, watch your shipments improve
Fabricate ’bout your fortune, all my fabric’s imported
Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler’s endurance
I just me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin’ just to hate on your bitches
Niggas breakin’ the rules, niggas facin’ suspicion

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Momma workin’ three jobs ’til I told her to quit
How we rose from the sewer, funny now I’m the shit
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money, but they got an opinion
Had this tech makin’ racket, serve you like you were tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
Bitch nigga let’s play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
These niggas won’t hold me back, told the feds they sold me set
Whip ‘em right and then come right back
Whip-whip-whip ‘em right and then come right back

[Hook x2]

[Verse 4]
Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
Lookin’ down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas
Pushin’ my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas
Pussy hoe, pussy hoe
She a pussy hoe until she give me pussy hoe
Pussy hoe, pussy hoe
Pussy hoe, she a pussy hoe

[Hook x2]

RICK ROSS – High Definition

[Verse 1:]
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you ’bout the killing
Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin’
Big body Benzes while the bitch niggas starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin’ smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you bout a profit
Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto’s guillotine
Fuckin’ with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD
Look at me ballin’ I’m talkin’ high definition
Fuckin’ up six digits, boy that’s just my definition
Niggas gotta get murked but I’m just minding my business
Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so fuck Expedition
On the road to the riches until I’m paid in full
And the Lord is my witness, I got a AK to pull
These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move ‘em quick, my moolah thick

[Hook:]
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my dick I keep on pissin’ on the hammer
When they talkin’ slick I double back with that banana
High definition I’m stacking money to the ceiling
Fuck my whole feelings
Look here, it’s time to make a killin
Got a hundred silent niggas and they fiending for a million
High definition bitches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2:]
I could talk about the bitches, I could tell you ’bout the bricks
Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
Sound of the propeller had my young bitch busting nuts
Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
Hope you know that I’m strapped like I supposed to be
Put a number on your helmet like it’s Notre Dame
5 grand’ll get you whacked, won’t even know your name
Road to the riches until I’m paid in full
And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don’t, I got it tatted in my skin
I’m going straight to hell that’s if ballin’ is a sin
Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I’m undefeated in this art of war
Rest in peace to the pussies, it’s time to Scar some more

[Hook]

RICK ROSS feat. 2 Chainz and Wale – Fuck Em

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn’t make it, now I’m winning – Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I’m back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you’ll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there – but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil’, this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon’ rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they’re going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em
Fuck all you haters
Watch me fuck all these bitches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I’m screaming fuck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “Fuck every witness”
Cause bitch, I’m big business
I’m screaming fuck em

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
‘Migo hit my boost, ‘migo hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it’s my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, “Foreign only”
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I’m touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo’ shit boring
I’m chain smoking loud like it’s a Newport
Dad wasn’t around – my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I’m toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn’t matter
I run circles round these niggas’ world like Saturn

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Black Foamposites, it’s like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I’m as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain’t no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I’m switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine – a police siren!
Woop woop – nah, that’s just Diplo
And you cute, shorty; let’s get low
On the low, I’m a talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that’s Anglo-Sax

[Hook]

RICK ROSS – For Da Low

(Ladies and Gentlemen)

Ladies you are tuned into the best

Sho’ Nuff songs

Jazze Phizzle
Rick Ross
Let’s go Daddy

Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1:]
Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt
got a car full of work, nigga pocket full of purp
chopper on the front seat, sucker if you want beef
I’m in dade county, I’m the mayor you can come see
look here I’m well known, what you say? (I’m well known)
Kush by the elbow, I love when it smell strong
other side of the bridge, niggas die just to live
you want a beach, don’t sleep 45 to your wig
Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride with me
M-I-Yayo on the map now it’s my city
Pulling out the Seven trey, ever-other day
got about 40 in it, hit your hoe for 40 minutes

[Chorus:]
Pull up on them 24′s, while I leaning on the doors
and I’m letting suckers know, that I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what it’s like
know you wonder what’s the price, ain’t nothing to a boss
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low
I get it for the low (ROSS), I get it for the low

[Verse 2:]
Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs
everybody’s selling drugs, task force ducking us
load up the big guns, got so many which one?
everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come
hoes know my whole name, famous for cocaine
yeah I’m about to blow game, but I’m about to blow mane
Rick Rizzle clockin’ dough, inventory gotta go
if a nigga want it hard cook it like papa (doughs?)
Fat boy super cool, got something you can move
when I did what I do she got like a swimming pool
oh boy real wet, so boy hell yeah
I’m a millionaire but where I’m going I ain’t there yet

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Go on let your top down, fuck it blow a couple grand
treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand
Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo
I stood on a rolex smoking on a blunt hoe (ross)
I’m heavy mane, off in this Chevy game
dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything
take it back to the block, triple C across the top
in an old-school motor brand new out the box
got about a hundred killers runnin’ with a hundred niggas
tell it there to your face, don’t nobody want it with us
niggas dead broke, they better shake it off
skycap ass niggas mad that we taking off

[Chorus]

RICK ROSS – MMG Untouchable

When you get a lil’ paper, get ready for haters
They standin’ in line, they all suffer from vapors
I got me a ghost, I took off the tint
Bitch look at my face, I’m a grown ass man
I’m buying real estate and I’m buildin’ my plans
Can’t name a realer place, goin’ gram for gram
And all the killas hate, know who the fuck I am
Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams
My dog my trigga mate, and we bout them games
I’m talking trigga play never safe for lames
Just beat another charge, made ‘em drop that case
My lawyers goin hard, a nigga versus the state
Just bought another car, had to drop that top
For 200 dollars, she’ll suck that cock
Cause when you seen with me I’m a up that stock
I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot
As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got
Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most
Greenhouse on the couch, nigga seeing me toast
Niggas makin’ the threats, you could put ‘em on Twitter
But out of respect I handle mine like a killer
I’m runnin’ the city like a pair of new J’s
Maybe the patent 11′s, I got these hoes in a daze
Panamera parade, sippin Cir’c lemonade
Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straignt
In the back of the ghost, I can’t hear no whispers
In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga

RICK ROSS – Ashamed

[Verse 1]
Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah’s my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales producing the product
Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave
In the coupe with the tec, it’s the home of the brave
They wanna know names, they toting em thangs
Never wanted the fame, just wanted a Range
I needed some change, mama needed a raise
She stayed in a rage, hated minimum wage
I’m feeling the same, all these criminals paid
Wearing Bally’s and gold, I’m selling dope shameless to say
And maybe one day I could put this pain away
Until then I’ma be a d-boy, I’m ashamed to say
I’m ashamed to say
Until then I’ma be a d-boy, I’m ashamed to say

[Hook (x2)]
(Honey, it’s shameless
Shameless, what you’ve done)
Until then I’ma be the d-boy, I’m ashamed to say
Until then I’ma be the d-boy, I’m ashamed to say

[Verse 2]
Before I was a fetus, had the genes of a leader
I mean look at my features, educated my teachers
I was calling them plays, you were still in the bleaches
Booby gave me the game, change to give me some sneakers
Now I’m roaming the block, car missing the top
Meaning missing a roof, hope you listening y’all
I was dealt a few blows, I felt a few lows
Even shed a few tears, I traveled that road
Went from walking on gravel, now I’m riding on vogues
50M’s in the bank, I get me 200, I’m gone
Still so close to the hood, I’m ashamed to say
All the money in the world can’t take this pain away
It’s just another story at the campfire
Court side seats with the franchise
I think about my niggas doing 25
Shining bright, who am I for you to criticize?

[Hook (x2)]
(Honey, it’s shameless
Shameless, what you’ve done)
Until then I’ma be the d-boy, I’m ashamed to say
Until then I’ma be the d-boy, I’m ashamed to say

[Verse 3]
I’m smoking psychedelics, I hustle like a felon
Hottest record label, but still in all I’m chilling
Not a crack in my voice, this young nigga so poised
First I stack some money, then go to war with them boys
Anybody can get it, hand this man here some tissues
Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols
Heaven singing them songs, speaking on sensitive issues
These emotional niggas, and most of them killas
They moving in silence, but they follow your Twitters
These the games that they play, they study your Instagram pictures
See I live by the code, that the mafia wrote
When he ran his mouth, me I’d rather smoke
I’d rather listen, he had to ask permission
I had to make a way, I had to add commission
Until this day I’m slain, the commission remains
Now I’m worth over a billion, I’m ashamed to say

[Hook (x2)]
(Honey, it’s shameless
Shameless, what you’ve done)
Until then I’ma be the d-boy, I’m ashamed to say
Until then I’ma be the d-boy, I’m ashamed to say

RICK ROSS – Amsterdam

Maybach shit!
Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm
We get Ghosts, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit!

[Verse 1]
Bright lights and dark corners, it’s night embark on us
Refugees running wild Wyclef with a Sig Sauer
Nothing to lose, I was starving from the start
Now the same cat drive in Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I’m a member, they’ll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standing in the field of dreams tryna see a hundred mil
These boys going blind, they just happy being free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a key
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all deceased
These boys snort lines I’m fine just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind

[Hook]
I’m Barry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo set that boy up in the piece [?]
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Raw blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I’m deceased
Even then I pray I’m living through the beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burning Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf

[Verse 2]
Born in the bricks with the short end of the stick
Always running late, quick to show up with your bitch
The Hublot’s cool but my Terminator’s foolish
All stainless steel, quick to match it with my tool and
Red carpet event, the marijuana be lit
Red or blue, do you, as long as you’re getting rich
Crack game, champagne, kilos on the stock exchange
Rolls Royce, new Ghost, that’s a nigga pocket change
These niggas acting like they want a war!
When it come to whacking niggas I done won awards
Nigga, you a bitch, where yo Honda Accord?
I’m riding in some shit only I can afford
Shouldn’t claim the hood til you build a report
Amsterdam state of mind: I just gave you a tour
I’m laughing at the people who label me poor
Now I piss on Europeans, you’d think it was porn

[Hook]

[Outro]
I’m speaking on unwritten laws – the code of the streets
I’m not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the fuck you want to do
Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie!
And that could take a long time!
In that time, I’ma handle my muthafuckin’ business…
Ruugh! Ruugh!

It’s the Red Light district, nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I’m at
It’s a no go
We green-light, you bitch niggas
Rozay!

RICK ROSS – 911

God forgives… I don’t
In other words, retaliation is a must!

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 1]
Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain’t no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still scheming, we sliding on the mall!
I remember picking watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million!
If I die tonight I know I’m coming back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga!

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 2]
Fuck your investigation, started my elevation
Cherry red 911 straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Boochie Boochie money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it’s stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga’s name, they know a nigga’s strong
Fuck with me!

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can’t stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200

[Verse 3]
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just ’bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip, hating, that switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment!
She let me smell her pussy!
I know you smell the money!
Still smell the gunpowder
911 – 100 miles and running

[Hook]
I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?

I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper Lord!
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911? In my 911? In my 911? In my 911?

RICK ROSS feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z – 3 Kings

[Dr Dre]
Yeah, classic hip hop shit
Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay
Lets get ‘em
We started out mopping floors
Now we front row at the awards
Number 1 for the last 20 years
If you real muthafucker scream cheers
Muthafucker scream cheers
And it is what it is
He wanted to shine at the swap meet
Til the white boys got him in that hot seat
Only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
Money long, number 1, 20 years strong
Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young
G5′s to ’64′s, Dre got ‘em
If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real nigga straight outta Compton
The fuck you magazine niggas want from me?
I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money
All black on my Al Capone shit
I built the house, nigga get ya own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones

[Rick Ross]
See yall niggas
Hit the switches on that shit one time
Lay the top down
I came along way from the weed game
20 stack seats at the Heat game
And I’m still strapped with the heat man
And we stepping’ on a nigga feet mayne
8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game
Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing
Brown bag money in a duffle bag
Fuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag
The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen
On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition
Real nigga’s dreams coming to fruition
Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol
I only love her when that ass fat
We used to listen to this track in my Maybach
I’m just tryna be a billionaire
Come and suck a dick for a millionaire

[Jay-Z]
It’s just different, I know it feels different
I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, yall should know by now
If you don’t know
Millions on my wall in all my rooms
Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room
Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks
Banksy bitches, Basquiats
I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me
They working on another deal, they talking 250
I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree
Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer
Now look at me I can park at my own Arena
I only love her if her weave new
I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do?
Been hoppin’ out the BM with your bm
Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem
Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet
Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe
I take an Ace in the meanwhile
You ain’t gotta keep this khaled, it’s just a freestyle
Fuck rap money, I made more off crates
Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes
Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face
I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case
Murder was the case that they gave me
I killed the Hermes store somebody save me
Stuntin’ to the max like wavy
Ooh shit, stuntin’ to the max I’m so wavy
Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83
I didn’t even know if it was open then
I ain’t know Oprah then
Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor
They be like, damn when I’m coming through
Had a grill in ’88
Ya’ll niggas is late
You got all that right?
I love this shit like my own daughter
And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya
Young, it’s just different

RICK ROSS – Ashes To Ashes

[Chorus:]
Smoking and ride
And I ain’t trying to hide it
We will get high tonight
Cause I am hooked on a feeling (ah ah ah aaaah)
Yeah I am hooked on a feeling
It’s nothing but the best straw last drop
Make you feel like you can fly
Do you do you do you
Do you wanna fly tonight?

[Verse 1:]
Opa-laka airport talking G6
It’s me baby girl straight G shit
No disrespect but really you ain’t see shit
To your 40.000 feet with a weekend
I once got a chance to fuck a stewardess
Hit her from the back fly over New Orleans
She was gorgeous name was Dolorous
Father was a lawyer mother was a florist
Rose petals turned into YSL
So, ghetto but she turned me into jama shell
Bad bitch I am talking up in town
Couple nigger she always fucked around
But the bond that we share nothing would compare
When I bought my first beamer I swear that bitch was there
Side on the line say boy a couple stacks
Down payment and even all cover the tax

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
It’s all or nothing not to kill niggaz
It’s a full time job not to kill niggaz
My bones so bless all the real niggaz
So, many houses stress fo’ real niggaz
I was on when my haters turned to ashes
dead N gone, with her passion
Am I wrong? Never kissed no assses
With and one is the reason we run the streets and take care of your home
N niggaz betta put tee’s first
Bad karma layer niggers put me on work
Fuck harvard N voulenteers that wanna appear first
Old charges, shorty she want it her titties done
With a certain doctor
New apartment in the innercity,smokin out
I’m gonna atlest gonna atlest smoke an ounze
I left this shit, niggaz not affraid to tell
Come and work for the boss,You know I am paying well

[Chorus]

Akon feat Rick Ross-Cross That Line

Akon:
Convict [echo]
Up front
Yeah…
Konvict Music

Ohhh...

[Rick Ross: spoken (Akon)]
Ross… (ohhh)
Triple C's

If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga and we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (hold up, hold up)

I was birthed in the crackhouse
But wet made it worse every first is a packed house
Little brother knowin' life illegal
No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles
I'm gon' find knights and regals
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the free lunch
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
Big guns for the other side
Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry


If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin’ to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga and we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line
Baby don't cross that line

When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns
Slap ya in the head I'ma open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got whore debit
Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A life sentence is a life sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like business


If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin’ to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga and we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga
You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga
The last minute of your last breath
I'm the last image right before your last step
Shot a, Block poppa, my block hotta
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas
The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga
Critics wonder will I last long
Even though I showed my ass on my last song
I gets my mash on (Ross), no mask on (Ross), cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song


If you ever cross that line I guarantee ya there'll be nothin’ to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga and we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them haters
But only if you cross that line (ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line,
Baby don't cross that line