Denzel Curry - Imperial (2016)

Denzel Curry — Narcotics (Track 5)

Information

Artist – Denzel Curry

Album – Imperial

Label – Loma Vista

Released – 2025-05-23

Genre – Hip-Hop

Additional

Notes

Imperial is the second studio album by Miami Gardens, Florida rapper Denzel Curry, released March 9, 2016 via his own C9 imprint, then re-released October 14, 2016 through Loma Vista Recordings. The original SoundCloud drop was free; the re-release added "Me Now" and "Good Night" while removing "Narcotics" and "Pure Enough." The album was recorded throughout 2015–16 and executive produced by Curry alongside Ronny J and Lower East Coast. Recording and mixing was handled by Nathan Burgess. The production roster spans

Videos

- Denzel Curry - ULT (Music Video)
- Denzel Curry - Gook (Music Video)
- Denzel Curry ft. Joey Bada$$ - Zenith (Music Video)
- Denzel Curry - Knotty Head (Live at NTS)
- Denzel Curry - Knotty Head UK Remix ft. AJ Tracey / Rick Ross (Music Video) 
- Denzel Curry - Knotty Head: Documentary (Promo/Doc)

Recording info

Copyright (c): PH Recordings, LLC
Distributed By: Concord Music Group, Inc.

Tracklist

A1. Ult – 4:07 >

[Verse 1] This is the wrath of Aquarius I am the black metal terrorist, ain't no comparison Humanitarian, bitch I'm a veteran Better than anyone comprehend Snake in the grass, Cut the copperhead Hollow-tips point at a copper head Drop a head Popping the Glock till the copper dead But Bishop killed Radames That is the biggest hypocrisy I don't see nobody stopping me Boy, your whole life is a mockery A militant mind of the million Civilian, I am the realest bitch No Gilligan put me on an island Smoking on an island 'til a nigga look Thailand Spread through your crew like a motherfucking virus Cloud 9 confederate, breaking up barriers Federation in your area If I'm a bitch then I guess you a pussy, and pussies are scared of a terrier (WOOF) Run all your paper, killer Curry keep on catching the caper Dominating common denominator Aftermath you can just do the math later, as a teenager I was an underdog under the Raiders, valuable player Young Bo Jackson slammin' packs with a passion Satisfaction with the lack of compassion It's a maverick hella gaspin', but actually I am that nigga entirely The same ones that inspire me be the same ones that wanna retire me, nigga [Hook] In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) [Verse 2] Mystical miracle, I build imperial I'm analytical, why Lotto had to be off to the clinical Now we're identical, black individual, no biochemical Serve, fuck the cops they the opposition And these halfway niggas and these halfway hoes Wanna be buddy-buddy they see you at a show But be the main ones that be hating on the low Wait, that's just irrelevant, they got the fact when you look at my melanin, woah Cops killin' niggas, niggas killin' brothas, niggas hate each other Don't know, where the fuck they came from We the ones that paid dues I don't watch Fox News, don't mean that all my foxes sly Find a little white girl, but let you die Gun like a veteran, breakin' off barriers, they just might call me a terrorist Better get caught with it than without it if I keep it concealed when I carry it, I Put them on paper, send them to prison and give them free labor Separate everyone, make sure they neighbors Aftermath, after that, we can laugh later Fuck all my haters I raise up black fists as black as the raiders Arming the gators Federation is my organization All relation, no religion, no races Black to Asian we the nation of U.L.T True to you so keep it true to me Haters cannot put an end to me because I truly know who is my enemy, nigga [Hook] In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) In the night time, keep me out of sight, it's the poltergeist When I'm ghost, I'mma cut the line, now you outta mind Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) Y'all niggas ain't U.L.T. (Ultimate) (Laughs) I. M. Perial

A2. Gook – 2:46 >

[Intro] Ronny J, listen up [Verse 1] I'm a gook! If I told you that I wasn't then A nigga wouldn't be telling you the truth Back in high school, I admit I was a goon But the way I rap had niggas fooled Yeah, I'm a gook, niggas started skipping school, me, Monty and Raul Hopping the fence by Carol City park Fuck the next class bitch I'm already smart Yet I'm a gook, see me growing out my hair cause I look like the nigga from Roots Yeah I'm a gook, Denzel Curry been a gook Nigga that ain't nothing new Yeah I'm a gook, probably thinking that I'm fool if I told you that I'm rapping too Yeah I'm a gook, looking like that nigga Buu Cut me off, I'm at the booth Bitch, uh! [Hook] Jabbie told me we gon blow up like land mines I don't fuck with purp, that's the only reason Yams died Nigga, I'm a gook, hella awky that's the truth But I bet you I can even keep it 10 times better than you I'm a gook! Jabbie told me we gon blow up like a land mine I don't fuck with purp, that's the only reason Yams died Nigga, I'm a gook, hella awky that's the truth But I bet you I can even keep it 10 times better than you I'm a gook! [Verse 2] Loose, with a screw, loose from the Tre Deuce, smoking boof Bitch, I always knew, that I was a gook But how this gook, ended up surpassing you? Why you looking confused? Made a hard album so what can you do? I'm the Gook Runner, the Imperial Shout out to mook, that be my flesh Niggas can't fathom that I am the best I gave you threatz, ultimate next Shoutout the Klan because that’s on the set Fucking with me I will put you to rest Lie and you’ll remember to speak with your chest Gooking forever I'm still at your neck Bitch I'm gooking forever so give me respect BITCH! [Hook] Jabbie told me we gon blow up like land mines I don't fuck with purp, that's the only reason Yams died Nigga, I'm a gook, hella awky that's the truth But I bet you I can even keep it 10 times better than you I'm a gook! Jabbie told me we gon blow up like a land mine I don't fuck with purp, that's the only reason Yams died Nigga, I'm a gook, hella awky that's the truth But I bet you I can even keep it 10 times better than you I'm a gook! [Outro] From the days, I've seen thus far People tell me that I gook on the daily One day, I'm gon' be a star, I don't give a fuck if you're gonna hate me New chains and brand new cars People tell me that it's all gonna change me But for now, my mind's on mars Cause you know a nigga gook on the daily

A3. Sick & Tired – 4:02 >

[Intro: Green Store Skit] Man, fuck that. I've been out here all day man. Let me get one of them things, man Man, bruh, I told you 'bout smoking them shits Man, I'm a grown ass man, fuck you talking 'bout man? Y'all niggas know I been out here all motherfucking day Aight, aight. Me too nigga, fuck you mean. Let me see that shit : was just chilling -- hold on, hold on. Ay ay ay, hold on bruh, you see that nigga right there, bruh? Who the fuck is that? I'm telling you, man. That's fool right there Naw man his shit all blonde --- Naw bruh, I been seeing this nigga, bruh, man, he acting like he been too good for the hood and shit. he don't be coming round no more. That's fool from the other side Man look, bruh, this is what a nigga gon do. A nigga gon make an example out of this young nigga. Man, I'm telling you, bruh, we gon capitalize. This is what we gon do. We gon sit out here. We gon make this play bro. I'mma sit out on this nigga right here man. We gon get him [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] I been peepin', searching for a pussy nigga photo, woo Give me all of that or you ain't coming back nor baby boo I just need it - I’m anemic and I know it’s critical And I’m sorry if I up the stick and have to click on you I ain't going back to jail, nigga, fuck the feds If I gotta kill a nigga, gotta cut the dreads Put him in his spot, nigga, run the bread Before I nut up put a gun to your head Z3 yeah Z4, frankly I don’t know Posted sellin' green so not no mo’, cause a nigga is tired of being broke And I’m tired of living at my folks My old girl need some help And my girlfriend bout to have a jit Plus I don’t want him growing up saying daddy never had shit Daddy never had it, but based on analysis I never seen challenges, I look at his Roley I know that he flashin' it I wouldn't mind seeing blood just like I got off dialysis Lord of the dark and violent Only know imperial niggas move in silence, look that old boy yeah you shining Steve got gold, and his girl got diamonds Hopping in the whip, 2 niggas riding We all gon die nigga fuck reclining, we all got 5 lets get behind em Let's go get em [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Who’s that peeking in my window? Baby, please pass the extendo Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo Two 44s at your head, don’t be a hero I said who’s that peeking in my window? Baby, please pass the extendo Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo Two 44s at your head, don’t be a hero [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] I been seeing, watching cause these niggas got it in for me Flexing flashy wrists is correlating with my golden teeth Diamonds all around a neck and it came with a diamond ring I done seen all kind of shit, what niggas do over finer things That’s why I carry the nine on me that’s a three times three extendo, that’s a 10-4 Seen them niggas on the 191, but a nigga peep game on the 194 Woah, bending corners just to see if they followed us Sweating bullets, heater under my cardigan These type of niggas is known to be poppin' shit Deep in my thoughts, know who the prophet is Tryna to take my wealth, gotta protect my wifey and my jit Gotta set an example if you thinkin' I'm a walking lick Never believed in lawlessness, but I could be with the shits When I’m nervous it's dangerous, if the police pull up then I tell em I’m innocent They tried to run down on us, swore that the clip I might empty it Lords of the dark and violent, just ended up on the pavement, quiet This is the reason why niggas divided, pray to the lord I don’t get indicted Send me all the way to Rikers Island, dead on the ground now he’s a carcass That’s our guy, nigga, that’s our target Let’s go get em [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Who’s that peeking in my window? Baby, please pass the extendo Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo Two 44s at your head, don’t be a hero I said who’s that peeking in my window? Baby, please pass the extendo Hey yo, they tryna take my cheese and my steelo Two 44s at your head, don’t be a hero [Interlude: Police Chatter] (Calling backup, calling backup, calling back up right now We have a young nigga on the ground right now Uhh, dreadlocks, black tee, call the paramedics right now Suspect is in a white Porsche 2 other suspects in the vehicle Please follow them, we got a problem now) [Outro: Denzel Curry] Ay yo, when I see that nigga again, foo, he ain't gon get away from what the fuck he did to my dog nigga. I don't give a fuck if the nigga is flashing. imma take his shit, fuck his bitch, kill his jit. that's what I'm gon' say. that's all it is. knotty headed ass niggas out here bruh. we all we got, woo-woo. WOO-WOO. that's all we got WOO-WOO

A4. Knotty Head – 4:28 >

(feat. Rick Ross) [Intro: Rick Ross, Denzel Curry] It's history right here (Tote a 4 and pour some liq') Wassup my nigga? (I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen) It's time to empower these niggas mane, do it for the city (This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live) We got to give it to them raw though, ya feel me? (Knotty headed niggas) [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Hair is nappy, knotty Fuck karate, I got me a shotty Jumpin' in the door, kamikaze Origami if the neighbors saw me But I won't fold, oh no That's how the young boy's ass got smoked But they got jacked like MK4 Sub-zero, put a nigga on salt, iced out This the price I gotta pay because I wanna be iced out Have them lookin' at my face as they tellin' me lights out Sleep is the cause of the death, no a NY not my state of mind 211's broad day, I had to live a life of crime [Pre-Hook: Denzel Curry] Get the product then we out the door Mama I've been twistin' weed And now it's time to lock the fro, blowin' dro Call me knotty head cause I don't give a fuck I was raised off in the projects, know this life ain't meant for us Bitch I can't be touched Get the product then we out the door Mama I've been twistin' weed And now it's time to lock the fro, let it go Call me knotty head and if I ever go Tell my mama that I love her cause tomorrow not for sure I would never know [Hook: Denzel Curry] Tote a 4 and pour some liq' I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live Knotty headed niggas Tote a 4 and pour some liq' I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live Knotty headed niggas [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Hair is nappy, knotty, pack a pistol when I'm in the party Life is melancholy, sellin' flock when they think it's molly Bitches be givin' me sloppy My pockets on Andy Milonakis Bumpin' Speaker Knockerz Rico's Story when I see the coppers Gem golds in my mouth and my dreads lookin' like a palm-tree Plus you know what a nigga's skin tone is, so that's why they fuck with me Opposition we made obsolete when aimin' and targetin' Monday to Sunday, all of you niggas, we slangin' like Pistol Pete, peace [Pre-Hook: Denzel Curry] Get the product then we out the door Mama I've been twistin' weed And now it's time to lock the fro, blowin' dro Call me knotty head cause I don't give a fuck I was raised off in the projects, know this life ain't meant for us Bitch I can't be touched Get the product then we out the door Mama I've been twistin' weed And now it's time to lock the fro, let it go Call me knotty head and if I ever go Tell my mama that I love her cause tomorrow not for sure I would never know [Hook: Denzel Curry] Tote a 4 and pour some liq' I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live Knotty headed niggas Tote a 4 and pour some liq' I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live Knotty headed niggas [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Found another body in the lake Same day another tattoo on his face Obituary on his mother’s fireplace Baby mother fuck another sucker on a blind date Shots fired every night I’m tryna mind mine Dolphin Gang, Bello cigars on the sideline Pussy niggas you can see it on his timeline Hatin' on his dawg, shit I’m tryna find mine Calm nigga, when I’m lit up I get Von Miller Rich niggas if you real then you can run with us Educated reading books I’m talkin Art of War Whippin yoda yayo residue on the marble floors I wanna see my niggas with the flyest clothes Came to put my city on that’s if I’m right or wrong Pulling into Risco Park in the richest cars And I’m thinking of my dawgs since I’m livin wrong Jehovah’s witness swear to God I done seen it all Picking up the pistols every time the dogs bark You pointing fingers but them choppers cutting arms off D.C.C.C. we came to warn y'all Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all Curry what’s up! Double M It’s futuristic shit [Outro] (Beat Switch)

A5. Me Now – 4:39 >

[Intro] "Why these, why these, why these, why these" [Hook] Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it [Verse 1] Aye, smoking and twisting I'm black and I'm gifted These crackers be thinking that niggas get wicked Ferocious and vicious they bust out and diss us Imperial pistols that Narc on a mission That's another nigga dead, hit 'em with the beam infrared Frankly I'm fed up with Feds Profiling because my dreads, long Nigga that's Biggie, it's dead wrong Head home, dro in the atmosphere Wondering why they think a nigga selling narcotics All because we niggas that be living in the projects If I move funny they gon' hit me with the object Objective is subject watch kill Take you down if they know you got it Brains in the street they'll leave you thoughtless Damn [Hook] Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it [Verse 2] King of the mischievous South Speaking with my deviant mouth How do I feel since I'm black? Proud What's the shit you represent? Cloud Nine on the side of my hip, bow This the return of the black, owl Max Julien, bring the mac, out Raven Miyagi is back, ow Black metal fist got these other motherfuckers caught up in the mix Put 'em in the bars when they didn't do shit Got the opposition living on the offense It's why I gotta grab my rifle Think about survival, hand on the Bible, so I won't let none of them take my soul That's why a nigga stay on ten toes down [Hook] Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these crackers thinking that a nigga serve narcotics? Just because I'm living doesn't mean a nigga got it [Outro] Why these niggas thinkin on the low that we got it? Bitch because I got it doesn't mean a nigga got it Why these niggas thinkin on the low that we got it? Thinkin' every nigga is selling narcotics Why do I have a lot of arrests? Because of harassment. Why is there harassment? Because them people that harass me, have set up a problem that made me, disagree with them violently and, and they, they set up these problem, in order to exploit me and other people like me They think they're living in a police state and they become hostile toward the policemen And why they wanna get rid of me? Because I'm saying something that might wake up other exploited people and some depressed people and if all these people ever get together, then these pigs that are exploiting us we'll be able to run them into the lake. That's why they wanna get rid of us I want when they see me, they know that every day when I'm breathing, it's-it's-it's for us to go farther, you know? Every time I speak, I want the truth to come out, you know what I'm sayin'? Every time I speak, I want to shiver, and even if I get in trouble you know what I'm sayin'? That, ain't that what we're supposed to do?

B1. Story: No Title – 2:48 >

[Hook] It's like my world is reversing Even the pain couldn't hurt me now Rewind the good to the worst things Even my love has deserted me now I cannot love 'cause it hurts me I will be happy when I see the sun drown I have transformed to the worst me Infinite words couldn't curse me now [Verse 1] Everything is backwards mother's saying that I'm sinning Close my eyes and say "forgive me" 'Cause I know the devil ain't Devil told my mother in the end that he'll be winning 'Cause the world is full of sinning No your son is not a saint Spirit of God and the holy ghost it was written in anecdotes That a snake would try to corrupt what he create Sick of facades and the horoscope I devour the antidote Told my mother that I was spirited away Monstrosity murdering masterpieces, I'm mutilated Falling forever, fear and forsaken, incinerated Innocence inferno when I'm no longer incubated Welcome to the world whenever I'm reincarnated Relying on the last breath, but y'all would never know Rewind it to the last step, play me when I'm below If heaven's set on fire that's the day they make hell snow The devil want my soul and yet I'm telling him "hell no" It's still like this... [Hook] It's like my world is reversing Even the pain couldn't hurt me now Rewind the good to the worst things Even my love has deserted me now I cannot love 'cause it hurts me I will be happy when I see the sun drown I have transformed to the worst me Infinite words couldn't curse me now [Verse 2] Everything is backwards ever since the new beginning God has given me the vision so that I can see my fate Blind can't lead the blind and if we try then we'll be spinning In a cycle in position trying to find a better place Lucifer, devil, the anti-christ taking light up out of my life In the darkness, it seems to me there's no escape Initially alter it into dark, place the pain inside of a pot And then bury it in a spot where I decay It's death before dishonor I'm a hideous disfigurement Who's dying from the envious evil trapped in Floridians Came from the Vatican, kill off the advocate Feeling inadequate, when a bitch nigga bleed Won't even make it to see 23, yeah, fuck it I don't wanna be Here, look at the time when I'm turning it back On the clock and my right hand making it tick Life is a bitch, better yet it's a pit And my hatred is everything making you sick Regurgitated, early stages, earn the hatred Burn the sages, caught in mazes Instigated, inspiration, imitations Only here, reanimated, damn! [Hook x2] It's like my world is reversing Even the pain couldn't hurt me now Rewind the good to the worst things Even my love has deserted me now I cannot love 'cause it hurts me I will be happy when I see the sun drown I have transformed to the worst me Infinite words couldn't curse me now

B2. This Life – 3:27 >

[Verse 1] Story with no title, everything is vital Came up in this game now my idols is my rivals Childhood friends end up pulling guns on you Hoes wanna fuck because you carry funds on you Like a blind man in church homie I don't see none of that Still can't believe that I made it off rapping Baby bottle blue mic spitting blue magic How the fuck the rap game become a beauty pageant? Fugazi ass rapper trying to sound like Atlanta Cause they got no identity, I'm off the top like O-Ren Ishii vs. Uma Thurman Gasoline, in my thermos and I'm 'bout to make a furnace out you niggas Spitting ether, make-believers call it Easter I am Jesus with a blacker penis, that is fucking genius Who said Jesus can't be a black guy? Even Luke Skywalker's father was on the dark side [Chorus] Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Send them off to Lotto, let the case say (spray!) Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Just like a [Verse 2] Story with no title, everything is vital Started from the bottom where they wear bikini bottoms Dig even deeper all you see is crabs in a bucket When shit hit the fan niggas up it like "fuck it" Spitting colder shit over cold shit my diamond you cold bitch You like N64 go buy my old shit I keep a AK on my Issa Gold shit That's how it goes down on the lower East Coast bitch South Florida 21 getting older mind of a marine ever since I was a teen Blowing up smithereens, living a broke man's dream Follow the roots of the prince till they crown me king It seems, these niggas acting less than G's This ain't the place that I choose to be Where friends become strangers Everybody wants to be a gangsta It's going down on the block, no anchor, story with no title! [Chorus] Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Send them off to Lotto let the case say (spray!) Story with no title, everything is vital Praying for my rivals let the church say (ay!) Everything is vital, hand up on the rifle Just like a [Verse 3] Story with no title, bullet with no name I was brought up inside a city that was built off cane Even during my sunny days I am still a hurricane I just wanna make it rain ain't no aim ba-bay Watching Bebe's kids, we all Bebe's kids Little badass jits that's where the story begins 'Fore the end of the timeline, on to the crime crimes Out here beefing ain't no working at Five Guys It's wild, convicted felon put on trial It's sad, a mother outlives her child And that's bad, especially because we're black When the revolution start that's when the niggas attack I'm looking at the liars that say you ain't come from riches Stop calling out women bitches fried chicken and watermelon’s Not my diet, I’m everything you fear and what defines it And if I die today it's not surprising, story with no title

B3. Zenith – 4:02 >

[Intro] Baby [Hook] Are you pure enough To keep it real with yourself when you in the mirror bruh? Or when you all alone girl are you sure enough? Keep it G is the key and that is the cure for us You said you had enough Are you pure enough? To keep it real with yourself when you in the mirror cuz? When you all alone girl are you sure enough? Keep it G is the key and that is the cure for us You said you had enough Girl are you sure enough [Verse 1] February sixteenth, is the day I regret my birth Most times I thought about ending when I came into this Earth Compared to Dracula, the man I see in the mirror is nothing reflecting on all of the bitches I got but none of them love me Like the woman I donated my heart too without the surgery Charity, short-term goals is longevity Keeping it G is the key, and I told you that's the cure for us When the tears fall down your eyes you ask yourself [Hook] Are you pure enough To keep it real with yourself when you in the mirror bruh? Or when you all alone girl are you sure enough? Keep it G is the key and that is the cure for us You said you had enough Are you pure enough? To keep it real with yourself when you in the mirror cuz? When you all alone girl are you sure enough? Keep it G is the key and that is the cure for us You said you had enough Girl are you sure enough [Verse 2] February fourteenth is just the day to repopulate I never have no love south side of the Florida state Love me for who I am, never love me for what I make I travel around the world and yes I drove on the interstate Niggas would though I was fraudulent? Everything is politics When coal turn into diamonds people want to praise and acknowledge it Always quick to polish it But quickly let me go Happened to that young nigga with the nappy afro He died around the same time that Lotto did Now it's 2016 and I know what the motto is and I don't need no Aubrey Graham just to make a hit That's just another view from my iPhone 6 Free Mr. Zone 6 I know GUWOP is coming home Just another Aquarius that you hate to the bone You wanna be a thug But you won't live in harmony Lazy, I'm crazy I'm wishing that a nigga start with me Last year just made a nigga less friendly Approaching my adversaries I know that people envy My soul is still empty All I see is pussies talking shit with they homeboys Thats a modern day Ren & Stimpy Girls wanna be classy but still dress skimpy Not giving a fuck simply Then wonder why people think your an escort Keeping it G is the key and you know that be the cure for us Mirror pieces fall and reflect on your life and ask [Hook] Are you pure enough To keep it real with yourself when you in the mirror bruh? Or when you all alone girl are you sure enough? Keep it G is the key and that is the cure for us You said you had enough Are you pure enough? To keep it real with yourself when you in the mirror cuz? When you all alone girl are you sure enough? Keep it G is the key and that is the cure for us You said you had enough Girl are you sure enough

B4. Good Night – 3:56 >

[Hook] Didn't notice, but as of late, I think I changed Not the same since my younger days, so far I came Feel my pain till I can't complain, cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I rise in the business, make a billion show, my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I don't fuck with a 95 I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie? I'm living in this world, would you care if I live or die? Are you down, then would you ride for me? Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me You are my main and as my main you'd better not lie to me And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me She not my main bitch, I'ma tell you she's a side to me [Verse 1] Like, she assigned to me, but you are designed for me And if I say I got your back then hold my spine for me And if I couldn't shed a tear, girl, would you cry for me? And if we was a couple doves, girl would you fly with me? I'm overseas, what I oversee, ocean sea, see reflections of the way we supposed to be Unluckily, we not at peace That's the end of my clover leaf Wouldn't care if you know it's me Keep away until you notice me [Hook] Didn't notice, but as of late, I think I changed Not the same since my younger days, so far I came Feel my pain till I can't complain, cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I rise in the business, make a billion show, my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I don't fuck with a 95 I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie? I'm living in this world, would you care if I live or die? Are you down, then would you ride for me? Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me You are my main and as my main you better not lie to me And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me She not my main bitch, I'ma tell you she's a side to me [Verse 2] She told me that I wasn't losing her, that she losing me L-O-V, -E, we outta gas, I'll see you in a week Thinking that, you won't fornicate with niggas that you meet But silly me, now we are the same, Cupid admit defeat Girl, are you out of your mind? I would think you were mine You were a part of me, part of me, parts of me died Idolized you when I didn’t unite You won't tell for the moment, but time will tell, but as of now [Hook] You didn't notice, but as of late, I think I changed Not the same since my younger days, so far I came Feel my pain till I can't complain, cause I'ma slide for a minute Till I rise in the business, make a billion show, my niggas what up In this life, middle fingers up I don't fuck with a 95 I keep it true to me, why the fuck would I live a lie I'm living in this world, would you care if I live or die You down, then would you ride for me? Because this life is so fucked up they telling lies to me You are my main and as my main you'd better not lie to me And I would tell you like Geminis there might be sides to me She not my main bitch, I'ma tell you she's a side to me [Outro] Me-e- ayee She is a side to me She is a side to me But you are designed for me- You're designed for me But you are designed for me- You're designed for me

B5. If Tomorrow’s Not Here – 5:35 >

[Intro: Denzel Curry] Catch me, catch me Catch me, catch me Catch me, catch me Catch me, catch me Catch me, catch me Catch me, catch me Aye [Verse 1: Denzel Curry] Catch me on the zenith, that's the only time you'll see 'em Televised, paralyzed, thoughts are paraplegic Sit yourself down, let us smoke up the ounce Bounce till I'm leaking semen on your couch and then I'm out Catch me on the zenith, from the Southern region Federation is my motherfucking legion, we don't believe in False prophets, fake gods and we never trust niggas Two rules in my house, no shoes, no fuck niggas Catch me on the zenith, fuck a TV screen, bitch, let it die Look at your reflection, and ask "Who am I?" I internally extinguish the evil so I look externally to a place I can see you and still Catch me on the zenith, devastation several nations Singing that my nation is the king, it's all praying on a better day Love and hate shit fades away Day by day, night by night, no iron, no sight Catch me on the zenith like I'm Hercules and Xena Or Trick Daddy or Trina with the victims of Katrina When the levees broke, there was never hope Turn the TV off, I'm out the door 'Bout to make some dough, on a lighter note Catch me on the zenith getting jailed for misdemeanors That's until I change the channel to an ad for Neutrogena On the TV screen, before my very eyes, I know that revolution will never be televised, but [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith that's the only time you'll see 'em, nigga Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith that's the only time you'll see 'em, nigga [Verse 2: Joey Bada$$] Catch me on a zenith at the top holdin' my penis While I'm screaming "Fuck the world!" that's the only time you'll see him Bitch, niggas hate but wanna be him Cause I'm at the colosseum Internationally known, you are known in your home Catch me on a zenith, looking, down from my nimbus cloud Just thinking aloud, "The sky's the limit", how nigga? I'm in it now and, Still I Rise, and as crazy as it sounds we gon' get more high Catch me on a zenith astral projecting to Venus Woke up in a European with a singer She said she just can't wait to get home and cook me dinner Curry chicken for the soul, man I'm feeling like a winner Swear I love that bitch Catch me on a zenith, anything I say I mean it Sorry if it hurt your feeling man, focused on my millions Stacks piling past the ceiling, tryna get the future right for my future children Like hol' that Yeah, catch me on a zenith on the side the grass is greener While I'm rolling up the reefer reeking louder than the speaker Used to hate all of my teachers, now they in my bleachers Cheering on my every move, now that I'm eating Catch me on zenith channelling a fucking genius While I catch the way these demons try to catch me while I'm sleeping Won't slip, won't fall even if I did get back up and stand tall Tell 'em suck my dick and catch me on a zenith bitch For the last time, with my nigga D. Curry from the fucking C9 nigga We done toured the whole globe two damn times It's safe to say this shit is mine, man we run it [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith that's the only time you'll see 'em, nigga Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith Catch me on a zenith, catch me on a zenith that's the only time you'll see 'em

Total length: 39:50

Lineup

Miscellaneous Staff

    Denzel Curry – Executive-Producer

    Lower East Coast – Executive-Producer

    Ronny J – Executive-Producer

    Finatik N Zac – Producer [Associate]

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Kool G Rap - Roots of Evil (1998)

Information

Artist – Kool G Rap

Album – Roots of Evil

Released – 1998

Genre – Hip-Hop

Tracklist

1. Intro – 1:42 >

[Intro: 38 Spesh & Kool G Rap] Hey yo Yeah, yeah Hold up, hold up Yo, Domingo turn that beat up my nigga, nah'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah, yeah like that Hell yeah, hell yeah, hell yeah Ay yo we 'bout to do this shit for NY my nigga All day everyday baby, you know what it is man Nah'm sayin? Fuck wrong with these niggas G? Nah'm mean? Niggas need reality checks baby, you know? That's real shit, man I'm tryna' tell these niggas, man, I'm a son of this shit man I'm a son of gangsta rap, man, you know what I mean? I'm a product of this shit, man, know what I'm sayin'? I feel you young blood That's real shit, man, see, you know what I mean? I consider you one of the fathers of this shit man, nah'm mean? No doubt, baby Nah'm mean? Man, you always paint them pictures, man It's time for me to paint my motha fuckin' pictures for these niggas, man You know what I'm sayin'? And I see you baby, the world is yours, you know what I mean? It's a 38 thing poppin' off Let's go Nah'm mean? Trust come first Shout out to the whole trust, nah'm mean? KGR by my side Hey yo, my nigga Prem' came through he dropped off some work My nigga Pete Rock came through, he dropped off some work, nah'm sayin'? Alchemist came through, he dropped off some work, nah'm mean? My nigga Showbiz, he came through, he dropped off some work Biz, what up! You know we about to throw all this shit in the pot and get to cookin' man, nah'm mean? Nah'm mean? I said my nigga Prem' right? He came through Soulful nigga You know, you know, you know we workin', let's go! Yeah! Throw that shit in the pot, man We about to bring all this shit back, straight drop, man This time is ours man, lets go! Aight Hey yo [Verse 1: 38 Spesh & Kool G Rap] Yo, huh, them dealings I was involved in So-called gangstas gainin' recognition off our shit (That's our shit!) Huh, had em throwin' up when I parked it They feelin' nauseous, that's the definition of car sick (Car sick) Huh, a resemblance of Martin (Yeah), Malcolm (Who?) Huey and a mixture of Marcus (Wooooo) Garvey But when I party I'm Mr. Marcus, I roleplay the boss and I fuck the whole office (Uhh) Now let me tell you somethin' if you didn't know (Young blood) Every chick that I'm with put it in her throat (Raw) It's like a DWI when I'm with a hoe She get privileges revoked 'cause she didn't blow [Outro: Kool G Rap] Yo, yo, yo, hold, hold up for a second man Yo, yo, yo, sl-slow down, baby Hit the brakes on em, 38 That's all you gotta push on 'em right now, nah'm sayin'? You tryna' OD 'em, baby, nah'm sayin'? Easy (Easy, easy, easy, easy)

2. Hitman's Diary – 3:43 >

[Production by Dr. Butcher] [Hook] Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick Or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip Niggas is struck with the underworld click [Verse 1] Yo it was midnight n' rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians Gold chains, and carryin' Iranians Pulled out to stain-y and, these cats might try to flame me And shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and From Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal Drew the Eagle, blew about two And made one of them dudes see-through, but I still see two Of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal Shit that got put at Benny Siegel, fuck these illegal Alien-ass niggas out of the grass Put extra clips up on the dash and continued to blast Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed A bloodbath, three niggas found dead on the ave Went to a phone and hit my nigga Big C, swiftly Yo dig this shit G, these niggas tried to hit me Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, we movin' quickly I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet "Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggas on the ave was clappin' at me Bustin' at me, tryin' a put caps in my nappy "Yo, as long as you made it kid I'm happy" We still goin' to where this cat be, with AK's all day Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me, okay? Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say "Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away" If he play, I'm a split his toupee, we on our way To this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin' softness And watchin, horses racin' with other bosses Pulled out the torches, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned He probably got numb, knowin' he bout to catch a hot one Terrorizin' the whole spot son, the phone rung He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin' all dumb Hands on the Glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun [Hook](x2) [Verse 2] February 14 in '95, time: about 4:45 I'm coppin' pies in a high-rise Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size These fuckin' cha-cha's, have you covered with flies Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin' guns big as life-size Had the chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs Yo senorita, mamacita, wish to plead with the boricua cliqua Arriba, flash the heat-ahs We started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in Haulin' package of silver chalk in, shit ain't the raw and Became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs Before the poison, drown a fuckin' free man like Morgan Two hit the floorin' with blood pourin' left em snorin' Their wigs tore in, layin' all up against the door then Them niggas sprayed, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade My boulder grazed, I'm catchin' flashbacks of older days In the small caves, I'm dazed and shit She goin' a bed with the spray shit, tryin' a lay shit OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit And left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit Emptied the clip, then replaced it Niggas is on the floor tomato pasted Wasted, spirit erased it Body case it, went to the other side, embrace it The whole place is lit, we Scarface the shit Cigar case n' shit, on some marksmen shit One nigga strainin' moanin' in pain aimin' his biscuit My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room And saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it Left out the front door like we ain't do shit [Hook](x2)

2. Home Sweet Funeral Home (Feat. Papoose & Jinx) – 3:15

3. One Dark Night – 1:44 >

[Intro] La la la, la la la la La la la la LA La la la, la la la la La la la la LA [Verse 1] Last night, got caught in a gunfight I think it was like four niggas clutchin' they burners and bustin' but only could see one in sight The one on my right, yo, son he like "We both got gripe" He wanted my life, committed nigga wit' a gun an a knife He tryin' a make me the wiped out nigga, layin' up under the white But I ain't tryin' a go up in no dark tunnel and brung to the light And let myself be one more nigga that just got spun in the night And done in on sight and tryna breathe with one in my pipe But I'm not one of the type and I'd rather lose or hung on the mic Than to be up in the yard receiving CPR at one in the night Now, I can run and take flight but I'm like, Yo, son I'll be hype When I play mother nature before so yo, I'm clappin' thunder tonight I step right, inside of the street light, my gun it was bright Send him to kiss Christ and let my shit slice In front of him twice Let one splice, he's fuckin' with price, ain't tryin' a be nice I want him on ice, no back home to a son and a wife He tried to roll dice with real life and got his buns in a vice Nigga was all enticed to lead his life shiest, but none of it's nice I peeped shit, and seen his whole clique, was runnin' in fright Instead of comin' to fight "get some of the fight you son of a dykes" With one in the pipe, I'm aimin' to light the one on the right They all deceased, so yo my asspiece get hunted for life Four niggas cut down and I could receive one hundred to life Up in a jail cell, that's crawlin' with lice and runnin' with mice Live trife, fillin' appetites with nothin' but rice Slow biz and no kid's nigs stay runnin' my wife Only got one life, yo get this fuckin, gun outta my sight Back at the house after midnight, I'm done for the night

3. Let The Games Begin – 3:52

4. Foul Cats – 3:23 >

Intro/Outro: repeat 2X Foul cats schemin' out to setup Tryin' a leave me and my team wet up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared shit from neck up Before they got to lift the TEC up [Kool G Rap] It was a setup My nigga got hit, they blew his chest up The hollow tips ripped his vest up Son is messed up and blessed up; Call my cats up, it's time to dress up Four-Fifth and Smith n' Wess'd up Ready to press up and fuck a nest up The enemy is Hennessey, the sessed up Actin up hit my motherfuckin man up Never again will he stand up Yo Big Jan hook the plan up Put on masks, pull the van up These niggas tryin to hit the fam up; These small times cats, yo fuck that I can't see that Where them niggas be at? Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at? (Ay' yo son, one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome Gat, this hoodrat know where the nigga home at) Well, here's a quarter, baby, go and phone that This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back His whole dome clapped We cocked back the gats and started cruisin' Up the boulevards and avenues-n I'm short fusin' and two biscuit usin' Mad hot but, not in the mood for losin' We hit the strip pickin' up clues and We on the heels of this nigga shoes and Out the blue when We see the chick the nigga screwin Pushin' his whip with the ice cuban Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the Sig piece To this nig's piece, this bitch named Charise From East New York, listen bitch, you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled her out a' back of the van, bitch, we don't want you We want your man, you understand? The ho said "Please I got his house keys, the nigga got Five ki's and Mad cheese, a hundred G's" Lie to me bitch you gettin' one a these Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G" "I'm not lying," then the ho started crying We hit the road me and my niggas flying To the crib in Jackson Heights The nigga live three flights up, he type buck But I ain't givin' a fuck Grab his bitch up Make the ho go first in case the nigga buck Open the door up, and put the stunt in front Then we all started creepin' He stretched out up on the sofa sleepin' Yeah me and my cats standin' there just peepin Money's about to get laced My nigga Ty threw a glass a whiskey in his face Big Jan ready to blaze the place He on his way to Amazing Grace Nigga woke up and saw the big guns Me and my two sons, he knew he was done He hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one Yo, fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at? I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin' railroad tracks We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain Went from being restrained to mad tame Less than a moment nigga started zonin' His mouth foamin', lookin' like he possessed by The Omen His bitch was reachin for the phone and I had to smack her with the chrome and Left her on the floor moanin' Cocked back, I had to finish this Know my stee', we leave no witnesses Shot n' got the fuck out the premises Outro

4. Da Bosses Lady (Feat. Camileone) – 4:18

5. Tekilla Sunrise – 4:31 >

[Verse 1] Killers in spanish villas in Sante Fe Eses all about hammer play Desell Marachi, preferred to watch me It's a Tekilla Sunrise, over the sky Tea rocks in the watch be flaring but hot see Got these from my nigga Vatche How big your blanks be, ain't nothin scot-free I'm ready to cop three, talk to me papi Before the shots put out the Nazi's Call off your Rockies Yo pap they cockin back the glocksies Pap had to stop three, two sombreros ready to Mop me, drop me, proceeded with the head of the click Bread in their fingertips The sly chick came out with three bricks From out of the V-6, yeah mami like peep this Yeah you got that sweetness This ebony G's to bust open One of the bastard get the heavenly freeze I'm runnin with these Yo hasta luego, amigos And up and away we go Before they decide to bring the beef burritos While they count the Fritos I'm makin my way to the G-S-3-oh-oh Big bag of the megalitos, three whole kilos Spot about four vitos With bullet belts filled up with torpedos I'm leavin niggas tore meat though when I draw heat yo Tryin to leave me dead in the street yo Mami ?? con tigo [Hook] Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise [Verse 2] I'm cockin on low, ready to hurt foes on dirt roads Makin my hand jerk from every burst I gave the first blow Keepin alert though, givin em red glows, givin they shirt holes Three birds'll blow up in the back seat, I swear to God fuck She could've been a model, Coke bottle figure, instead She bent it just like a Desperado, left her hair hollow Two slugs to swallow -- whose next to follow? Some cats behind some cactuses Clappin hazardous, who these niggas is with low shot averages Bustin right back at they cabbages, givin em flashbacks Of baby carriages, this mexican inside this Lex is Tryin to crash my shit, drivin reckless Look like he desperate Pulled down the tinted glass and let the Tec spit It's hectic, car flew in bodega with his neck hit Body and head was seperate, totally disconnected Bust back two shots At ones that standin with cannons up on the rooftops That drew Glocks, but my 20/20 spot em for two blocks I'm wettin shit like it's rainfall they doin dew drops Two more shots came out saloon doors I'm blowin shit up like platoon wars Hesitations I got no room for Assume sure, the head honcho was bullet wounds bored Out in the dusty sand, gun was still in his hand Kicked the can when shit hit the fan Fuckin around with this G Rap the Hitman [Female Reporter] "This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co, where there are dead bodies LITTERING THE STREETS. Details remain sketchy at Thr moment but -- this appears to be a drug deal gone bad Mexican authorities have just arrived on the HIDEOUS scene And will be issuing a statement shortly This is Mary White reporting live from the town of Seenalojo, Me-xi-co. Back to you DICK." [Hook] Showdown at sunset, I'm leavin one wet Slowly I step, my head sweats, my hand on my Tec I die for my respect, let the slugs and bodies connect All for the wreck, gotta support my rep on the set Tekilla Sunrise, my two wives, decides who lives or dies Leavin my rivals, flat on they back facin the sky From out the left, took your last breath, death in disguise With open eyes you dead in the desert, Tekilla Sunrise

5. Thugs Anthem (Feat. Johnny 2 Gunz & Pokaface) – 4:10

6. At da Wake – 1:10 >

[Production by A. Evans] [Imitation of excerpt from the movie "Scarface"] That chick he's with... (huh) she like me Oh, she likes you huh? How do you know? I know. The eyes Chico... they never lie What, are you serious? I'm serious... what do you think? Man that's the boss's lady {​*sarcastic*}​ The boss's lady You're gonna get us killed Fuck you mayn! The boss's lady... that guy's soft You got some of that for me? Would you kiss me if I wear the hat? [Verse 1: Kool G. Rap] Had to have her Since my first glance at her, pimp stance at her Watchin men throwin Banjamins and Grants at her Bottles of Italy and France at her Advanced at her, spit romance at her Champagne glasses chatter Ass fatter than that actress up in Family Matters Lips thicker than Mick Jaggers Dick so hard the shit could stab her She pushed a sick Jaguar Paint shined like it was black lacquer Carried a small gat for back up, whole shit spectacular Peepin out her frame walkin in back of her She had the hourglass shape, girls disgraced stay out her way Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape Mad papes, I could tell by the way she was draped Her sex mate's caked up like Drake's He got the crib by the lake Wanted by the Jakes for takin powder weight outta state Straight surrounded his grounds with tower gates Garden lookin like a flower wake Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this bitch sour Sex, money, and power, pussy good enough to devour Hit her up inside the marble tiled shower Snapped back to reality, told me her name was Valerie Don't fuck around with the help Nigga on the salary, pockets too low calorie Her man'll send the cavalry, straight turn the town to a shootin gallery [Hook: repeat 2X] Off his life To get in good with the boss's wife Cross his life just to floss his ice To get him hit for the cost of rice, tossed at night If the thoughts is right Bodies could get lost in sight [Verse 2: Camileone] The boss's lady, I cocks the four-fifth and hold it steady baby My man ship mo' weight, than the fuckin Navy Out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine You crossed the line, fuckin with the boss's devine Aiyyo, his mans, they commit crimes (yeah right) Found out you tryin to fuck with his dime, you lay your life on the line But the cards are in my hands I love this rich man, and fuckin you is not in the plans I'm out to get grands and livin on my own land So why fuck with that help? I'm livin in wealth, you under his belt (whatever) Hourglass shape I know you felt, wonderin how the pussy smelt Lavish taste'll have you livin in debt Fantasizin 'bout his wife's sex, how could you disrespect The man who supply the cash for yo' checks? (So what?) On the low cause you know he blaze tecs, and you fear for what's next Your life could be dead, for tryin to get my pussy wet Realize the bigger picture, I deal with bigger figures Don't have time for affairs, with the average niggas Keep the lustin to a limit, cause ain't no benefits in it Too much to lose if I let you hit it You know the force is deep, and you wanna creep Thinkin how sweet it would be if I just let you eat But till the boss show, I gotta stay true, the chump change won't do For me with you, isn't evident boo [Kool G. Rap] I like your style, kid you get wild, let the chips pile My click slit smiles across your man's throat, so look who big now Barkin on shit like a big growl, lame chick you got this shit foul We got the big bricks shipped in from miles While I'm whippin shit, 6 plus 6 valves Do a milli' from sick style, we regulate it Yo boo I guess you haven't heard the latest about these new ages Stackin outrageous [Camileone] + (G. Rap) Yeah, I heard about the way you flip birds Got these niggas standin on the curb, leafers and herbs You and my nigga exchanged words then parted ways You swore to God all day your squad would spray My man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways (Straight gave him a harp to play) I peeped your resume (You with me Angel?) Yeah no doubt, but I should bang you [Hook]

6. Can't Stop The Shine (Feat. Miss Jones) – 4:21

8. Mobsta's – 3:18 >

[Production by Fade For Underworld] [Kool G. Rap] I dreamed that I was at a club scene where all the thugs be Every criminal mug be, living in luxury, what the fuck G? That must be Bugsy, in the black tux over there with Lucky Bring my heater, niggas might try to slug me Take me out in back of the club and buck me, and touch me I felt a hand tug me then turnin around I peeped the lovely Fly face, fat ass gave me a glass of bubbly, said "Compliments of Bugsy," then took me across the persian rug to plug me He shook my hand and hugged me; thought he would do me ugly But he dug me, pockets chubby said, "Nino where them drugs be?" Over there by the derby, buy they dirty devils from me To keep my paper sturdy, yo word G I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me? I be D and fuck all that living thirsty, so Nino Do his out in Jersey, showin no mercy, with Frank Nitty Who else and, some nigga with a Babyface that they called Nelson Bad for your health, Machine Gun Kell' and your Dillinger Death messenger, known to carry the six cylinder Look for my army, fatigues to Giorgio Armani's Holdin the Tommy, no one can harm me; Will and Tommy Tried to alarm me and quote, he turned to smoked salami Dead as a motherfuckin zombie, full of my ammo With Bugs Mirando, against the grain so, gotta send him Over the rainbow, he must be brain slow, caught him down At the train po' in Santo Domingo, left him for dead Two bullets in his Tango, like how that movie Shane go Frank Costello, hostile fellow, he murders while remainin mellow But most of the niggas on his team was yellow Cold blooded veins flowin with red Jell-o There's Joe Adonis, had mad dramas, won't hesitate To put you in pajamas, fly hooker fine as the Pocahontas Beauty queen you'll wanta pok-her-hiendas Frank broke a promise between the organized crimers and old timers Costello gotta go six below, nobody voted no To veto, so they hit him with a hollow torpedo Up in his torso, he ain't a boss so, he can go Without ever lettin the whole police force know Lex Diamond was scheamin on Capone's scroll Wanted to own his whole zone, it leaked out They shot him at a pay phone With the big chrome, his whole wig blown Blood flowin from out his flesh and bones At the wake at the funeral home it's havoc Family got hit up with automatics Non-stop static inside the rackets Jack McGern was burnin split Joe Adonis cabbage The underworld was goin savage Pretty Boy Floyd was non-void, unemployed, he destroyed shit With the Infamous click, wasn't to be toyed with Mad jealous of all the liquor sellers Shinin with wine cellars, turn em from hood dwellers to Goodfellas Me and Nitty was like bank tellers, nothin niggas could tell us We drove all over, I pushed a shiny yellow Testarossa Moved on it closer get the toaster Started to feel like death was closer, I hit Capone hard Murder him and his bodyguard in they car and dust the chaffeur Beef over, I blew him like a supernova Niggas nicknamed me, The Black Cobra The Lady Casanova, yo I'm even deadly when I'm sober Act like you got a chip on your shoulder And blast the two right through your boulder Money you didn't know they shoulda told ya Nigga you fuckin with a soldier, wake up and smell the Folgers Niggas out here done lie in piss to cover up the odor Operations from here to Minnesota to Dakota But yo here comes Greasy Thumbs, who wants to get the easy funds He whispered in my eardrum "Let's take over the entire city, and split the dough Me you and Frank Nitty and Siegel and that'll make the bank pretty" No doubt before we go we gotta murder Johnny Torrio Get all his territory dough and end the story yo

9. Thugs Love Story (Chapter I, II, III) – 9:33 >

[Chapter I: Kool G Rap] I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six Livin' some bloodshed, her man pushin' bricks Crib way out in the sticks, they house lookin' slick It's like some shit, straight out of a Hollywood flick Me and my clique, met the chick up at Saint Nicks Honey was thick, I was the first nigga to kick Yo mami was thick, silk skirt with thigh split I couldn't quit, tryna peep out the privates The live shit, you know how loose I get I'm schemin' on her back, peeping her hips, fiendin' to hit Plump cherry lips, medium tits, Chink eyes her baby hair chick The type you want to pair with, have an affair with We chattered a bit, slipped me the digits, to the hip and the phone flip Said she had to split, hopped in the whip, headed up the strip Probably had to get with her man and shit Later on at night, I'm stressin' love at first sight Some ain't right, I ain't the type of cat likely To be dealin' with mad feelings And even though mami was mad appealin' Body revealin' and big wheelin' This shit is illin, I don't like it Fuck it, I can't fight it I'm reachin' for the cordless to call Miss I insist, to get with this Tan Tone answer the phone, "Hello, who's this?" (chick) "It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady?" "Fine and how you doin' boo?" (chick) "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing through? "We could sip on some champagne from Spain boo" About an hour or two she came thru, fly hairdo We link, push in the six circle circle drink To purple mink, had mad bank, Chanel bag full of Benjamin Franks More ices than a hockey rink, face of a Saint Went for a drink, open windows, a spot for our shots Would wanna spend those, five digit o's, on busty bimbos Bar closed, back to her six double o, she drove My eyes closed, her nigga dozed, when I awoke Saw mad snow, we at her spot at the Poconos Bridge robes, crib hot as a stove She changed out of her clothes, put on a silky bath robe Panty hoes with see-through holes, pretty toes Took me into the master suite, shit was sweet Jacuzzi four feet deep, with satin sheets As I was speakin' to this half black/latin freak Met on a Manhattan street, body petite, fat in the cheeks I was gettin' open, started, laughin' and jokin' We weed smokin', strokin', the shorty spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is crazy as Bruce Willis If he catches, he'll try to kill us He got a whole army of killers Me no worry, I gots the clapper son End of the first verse, chapter I Word Shit is real in the field Thug love story [Chapter II Intro: "G. Luciano"] So here I am Laid up in this lavish house, up in the Poconos With this chick I don't even really know Steady stressin' me how ill her man is So what I go and do, heh-heh, I nail her ass to the bed anyway Straight twistin' mami's back out Hit three o'clock, fell right the fuck to sleep Clothes still on, breath smellin' like Henrock Totally no kind of regards for this bitch's man I guess it's just another one of those G Rap adventures [Chapter II: Kool G. Rap] The next day about a quarter to eight I heard a squeak on the staircase Got the gat from under the pillow case Somebody broke in, now me and boo fully awoken Good thing I slept inside my clothes and, shorty was frozen I'm waitin' for a head to poke in, and start smokin' The home invasion, right through the door, they started blazin' Bullets was grazin', shit was crazy kid I had to think fast, let the gun blast, duck, then dash Heard a crash, they broke through the door, they on her ass Jumped off the balcony like a falcon Gee With honey right in back of me, feel on top of the snow in agony Shit was thick, couldn't get to the six, they loaded the fifth Saw the snowmobile yo fuck it We start jumped it, get on top of the shit and peeled Mad soldiers out in the field, bustin' they steel The raw deal, kill or be killed, shit is real Ten hit me right on my heels, tryna make a thug's blood spill In zero degrees, niggas on skis, me and these Gees Slipping through pine trees, we skid up behind these Two big rocks and left off shots, about four dropped The other six started to pop, felt somethin' hot I think I got hit, my jacket is ripped Loaded my last clip then broke out quick and checked the chick She on my back tighter than shit, like vise grips I started clappin', niggas rolled up in blue and black and Spotted this Rover by a log cabin, we got our ass in Mash the gas, make the fuckin' wheel spin The safety again, and still doin' a hundred and ten Shorty shiverin', lip quiverin', ski suits up in the back seat Pulled over the Jeep, get it in And took a rest stop at the river bend We livin', made it the fuck out, mad slugs deliverin' Pretty soon we at my rest piece, up in the bedroom Got shorty boo, tendin' my bullet wound Put on some tunes, she blew my shit like a balloon Up in the moonlit room, and dickin' her womb Hittin' full behind her, grindin' her with my anaconda She rode the dick like a honda I took her to the point of no return like Bridget Fonda She back spasmed, givin' the crazy orgasm, from steady rhythm My dick glistened, her lips hit 'em, I shot jism Then laid back in the sack and lit the ism I thought about the realism Niggas comin' and bring they steel with them I got just the thing to deal with them Nickel plate Mac, the laser attached, with two clips packed Push a nigga whole head back, so I snatched that So quick spray out, and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [Chapter III Intro] ["G. Luciano"] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something? ["Mami"] I'm a little worried baby ["G. Luciano"] Yo, don't be worried about nuthin', alright? Everythin' gonna be alright ["Mami"] OK ["G. Luciano"] Look, we just gonna go to your house, go get the money You know, we gonna get your backs or whatever And we gonna get out of there, alright? ["Mami"] Alright, ven paca papi, dame un besito [G. Luciano] Alright, alright grab that bag money [Mami] Let's do this, baby [Chapter III: Kool G. Rap] After three whole days of lampin', we broke camp and Went out to the beach, many mansions out in the Hamptons Brung the clamp, ready to shoot shit up at random Five hundred grand is buried in the sand We plannin', up in the crib-o with big windows, I'm countin' the dough She packin' her clothes, had her Lexus in the back of the Rolls I saw the keys, I grabbed the G's, we on and took those Shit was sittin' on some chrome momo's Tinted windows, a LS Ford double O Told the chick; "Yo you movin' too slow Speed it up baby, we got to go And get this plane and, hit the Caymans With the payment", somebody came in A platoon of goons with heaters aimin' I drew the Mac 10 and started flamin', they did the same and Slugs sprayin' and blood rainin', I left about seven thugs layin' But this one cat was gainin', he grabbed the dame and Put the heater to the chick's brain and I let my two guns drop, they got the drop They took us both to a boat dock, then on a yacht The chick's man was there with a sixteen shot Nigga was hot, took the Glock and hit me dead in my knot Honey started to panic and yellin' that money in spanish Thinkin' he's out to take advantage So we're out in the fuckin' Atlantic With no lifesavers and stranded Backhanded the chick on the floor, called her a whore Said, "Amor, you won't be pretty no more" Took us on a tour, down in the deck Guess he wasn't ready to kill us yet Saw this nigga there, holdin' the Tec Ready to wet, I started to sweat, a niggas stressed We up beside a horrible mess I saw a box with the letters on it, S.O.S So I took out a flare gun and shot the kid in the chest Took the Tec from out his hand, now I'm ready to bless The madness, put the rest of them niggas to rest Looked around, the chick's man was the only one left Threw his ass over board and told him "Hold your breath" Caught my breath, I seen honey down on the deck Eyes closed with a bullet hole dead in her breast Held her in my arms till her soul finally left I'm mad depressed, my baby was an innocent death A real thug, lost the only women he loved And I bugged, bustin' slugs at the skies above Word

10. Mafioso – 2:51 >

Verse 1: Who macks the most shit? smoke ya whole clique like roach clips Who flows ramped enough to hold drips and float ships No mo' shifts I hold enough chips to toast Cris It's G. Rap, the cat that's on your wanted most list I wrote this, so you could sweat this and soak this Get the focus, the made family, kid, not the bogus You're crime culprits, put hot shit up in you like holsters Left for the vultures, with DT's picking up cultures Three-thousand volt ya' just like the third rail And if you heard shells a herb fell, swift with the words well All on my dirt trail Kick up enough dust to hurt cells Swerve the SL, so get G murk swell, the shirt braille Curved in jail cells for jakes that wanna H-block those Niggas in Paco's keep the block froze and the shop closed Where the pots grow, with young cats coppin' the drop Roves Get the Nacho's, so no cops show when the shots blow Shit red hot though Streets remain flooded with D's Bundling Ki's to maintain a hundred degrees Main crime wave, we handle a beef in .9 ways Get your mind grazed from TEC-9 sprays, your spine blazed When it get too hot on the block better believe the rhyme pays Put all you cats in cradles if you crave to find graves Diamond mind crazed, rays blindin' you with my shine glaze Unlike them other rappers that get stuck in a time phase [Chorus] Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions (G. Rap is down with a mafioso posse) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions (He's a man that came from the bad lands) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distributions (G. Rap is down with a mafioso posse) Wanted for rude intrusions, major operating distribution Racketeering, prostitution, paid executions Verse 2: Made corporation Body casing, watch where you pacing Thug orchestration This is live niggas you facing We paper chasing, for that million baby we lacing Fifty Caliber gat embracing Leavin' you wit' legs without sensation Who's full of malice? Who thug the wildest? Act childish get your body sent to a stylist Who live the foulest? Be grippin' cannons till my hands are callused Pile this paper longer than mail list from New York to Dallas Purchase a palace, sip coladas with the whole Borgata Bodies be dropped while I attend the opera Land on casino roofs in helicopters In Las Vegas, Nevada Can't stop until I got a casa up in Trump Plaza 929 Mazda, foreign chicks talking with accents like they Zsa Zsa Mean like Idi Amin Dada Thug saga Slugs burn you like they lava You and your bimbo, get hit up through your car window See you an drift slow and let ten blow From out the darkest shadow Remain straight as the archer's arrow I spark this barrel, hit my target Even if the mark is narrow Lay you like a pharaoh With fragments inside your bone marrow Get your wig flown just like a sparrow Chorus

11. Da Heat – 3:34 >

[Intro: Kool G Rap] - x2 Still on this paperchase Load the stacks up in the safe Cause champagne tastes with beer money don't cut the cake Me and my peoples play for high stakes Look out for FBI jakes, turn up the ? case and place me upstate [Verse 1: Kool G Rap] But yo its all legal Every last printed bald eagle We started out as small people now we tall and lethal From poverty, to land properties, runnin' monopolies We properly, sit in butter leather shit and mahogany Call it robbery, just as long as I grab the lottery Im tryna prospectally strictly going for jackpottery, obviously Kool G Rap I like a lotta cheese A novelty, models be stripping Like the shit's pornography, the odyssey, lyrical prodigy See my philosophy like Socrates Logically cats follow me catastrophically Apostle G Your role model be and anything less is just a S.O and S. with the apostrophe Fuck all that hypocrisy You know who doctored these lyrics about the street shit first Check my biography, its possibly Cause I was ahead of my time just like a prophecy, monstrosity Niggas wanna copy me like photography [Hook] - x4 Ladies: It's so, It's so hot, I'm heatin' up! Kool G Rap: Straight, bringin' the heat son! [Verse 2: Kool G Rap] We keep the rides flowing, the Glocks blowing, the pockets swollen The poppy seed lye's growing, knots big as Samoans Got cash flowing out the colon Be on the yard dash like Jesse Owens Tryna get strikes and riches like bowling Keep a look out for Jakes patrolling They hate to see niggas be straight and holding mad diamonds glowing, the paper foldin' We rolling Kennedy Caver? status, living it lavish Cop the shit that's as hot as a radish Five and one quarter carats from outta Paris My units is moving quicker than Randy Travis A lyrical style that ravishes, creeping past all your averages Carry my own weight, fuck extra packages Just make sure there's a clique of savages from outta the habitat with bad habits kid! Lift up your whole wig, get you jigged, for just one more hole in the Earth to dig When I spit the shit from out the cig It's nothing short from blood-sport, you get your mug torched Listen to what the thug taught Before you get rocked, down on the block for cops to find your blood corpse From scud missles That I could see, sizzle your blood and tissue Got done by the fake ones and all the unofficials [Hook] - x4 Ladies: It's so, It's so hot, I'm heatin' up! Kool G Rap: Straight, bringin' the heat son!

12. Cannon Fire – 4:11 >

[Intro] Heyyo check it This goes out for all of the ones that's walkin' around here Out in the streets blindfolded Not knowin' what's really goin' on Nawimsayin? These streets is a habitat baby Word up Pito [Verse 1] In the garden of snakes, ain't no breaks, no mistakes Just games that's played at high stakes, the next guys wake Try ta fly strait, not violate if you wanna die late The tri-state, crime at a high rate, where peoples dilate Gun shots that make the block vibrate, it shook niggas migrate Some die by fate, yo niggas cry hate A fly facer get they thighs scraped And little PUS that's why raped A kid inside his gate get murdered by jake A young nigga try ta fly capes, and get caught on the FBI tape In verse of the State Lost the case and gotta fry date Ninety ninety eight, day of July eighth Some cats get ta stack the hot papes Live in the skyscrapes Go ta airline, buy flyin' states Where they can hibernate and operate Impregnate, so? Other niggas will lay the power race, wit tre 8's Try to apply weight, and ready ta die staced off and dehydrate [Chorus] Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? [Verse 2] It's like a time bomb you hit Vietnam ta Saigon Keep your mind calm, your nine on, me hard ta find harm Peep the crime dons rollin' wit ex-cons holdin' they out rons And teflons ta be streets flooded wit red ponds Like it was red dawn, bodies get found around without the heads on Judges set bonds that figures they know niggas is dead on What's left of death penalty facilities where niggas step on Wit those that blew trough, go get they body filled wit electrons The tec drawns, the ones that live foul, they're leavin' wet moms Wit lead charms, put her ta bed wit her head drawn Killas wit red palms leavin' bodies cool as the dead fawns Caught in the dead wrong, found they way, ran into the feds arms Yo [Chorus] Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? Cannon fire light up the town I stand my ground and hold the fort down wit the forty pound You bust a round, I bust a round and lay your shorty down On enemy territory grounds ta fall me down Son how that sound? [Verse 3] For steady cash flows, niggas'll blast you past the Astros Blow you like afros, the little fast hoes that last all the fast dough They splash foes, red as Tabasco, they lay your asshole where the grass grow Runnin' wit armies like they Castro Them Donny Brasco's get Johnny Doj around they last holes Keepin' em half froze, put in shiny boxes rockin' they last clothes The cash close inside your top pocket of stashed roast Body got found down on the back roads where all the trash blows And broken glass globes, the dip chicks slicker than gastro Who bag a slash blow and spot some top of the block hot as a gas stove That's Mastro's cats in the Astros Who ain't afraid ta let they gats go The paper dash bros lovin' the flash though And pass mo' Stash rolls, count em like math pros And crash low soda, PoPo's don't step all up in they path yo Them cats go, that's smack on the back burner, but keepin' the gas low When task rolls they snatch his ass mows, movin' too ass slow

13. Outro – 1:05 >

Intro/Outro: repeat 2X Foul cats schemin' out to setup Tryin' a leave me and my team wet up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared shit from neck up Before they got to lift the TEC up [Kool G Rap] It was a setup My nigga got hit, they blew his chest up The hollow tips ripped his vest up Son is messed up and blessed up; Call my cats up, it's time to dress up Four-Fifth and Smith n' Wess'd up Ready to press up and fuck a nest up The enemy is Hennessey, the sessed up Actin up hit my motherfuckin man up Never again will he stand up Yo Big Jan hook the plan up Put on masks, pull the van up These niggas tryin to hit the fam up; These small times cats, yo fuck that I can't see that Where them niggas be at? Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at? (Ay' yo son, one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome Gat, this hoodrat know where the nigga home at) Well, here's a quarter, baby, go and phone that This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back His whole dome clapped We cocked back the gats and started cruisin' Up the boulevards and avenues-n I'm short fusin' and two biscuit usin' Mad hot but, not in the mood for losin' We hit the strip pickin' up clues and We on the heels of this nigga shoes and Out the blue when We see the chick the nigga screwin Pushin' his whip with the ice cuban Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the Sig piece To this nig's piece, this bitch named Charise From East New York, listen bitch, you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled her out a' back of the van, bitch, we don't want you We want your man, you understand? The ho said "Please I got his house keys, the nigga got Five ki's and Mad cheese, a hundred G's" Lie to me bitch you gettin' one a these Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G" "I'm not lying," then the ho started crying We hit the road me and my niggas flying To the crib in Jackson Heights The nigga live three flights up, he type buck But I ain't givin' a fuck Grab his bitch up Make the ho go first in case the nigga buck Open the door up, and put the stunt in front Then we all started creepin' He stretched out up on the sofa sleepin' Yeah me and my cats standin' there just peepin Money's about to get laced My nigga Ty threw a glass a whiskey in his face Big Jan ready to blaze the place He on his way to Amazing Grace Nigga woke up and saw the big guns Me and my two sons, he knew he was done He hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one Yo, fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at? I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin' railroad tracks We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain Went from being restrained to mad tame Less than a moment nigga started zonin' His mouth foamin', lookin' like he possessed by The Omen His bitch was reachin for the phone and I had to smack her with the chrome and Left her on the floor moanin' Cocked back, I had to finish this Know my stee', we leave no witnesses Shot n' got the fuck out the premises Outro

14. Daddy Figure – 5:06 >

(Talking) whasup girl?, I know that ya man and all but yo, what you see In that nigga? you need to get with a nigga like me, for real, does he Got one of these GS-4's? Navigator system and everything, word up.... Chorus - (Singing) Thats all I wanted, was someone special, someone Sacred in my life, Baby won't you be my Daddy Figure...... Verse 1 I regulated you from fake dudes to lake views Minks with laced jewels Nails, hairdo's and facials Placed you in snake shoes Did it up right, took the six night seven day cruise The beige creludes Your pockets stay full, upgraded you, the whole way through I made you my suede boo, main chick, wifey and Angel Put ten Karrots on your wrist, five on your ankle My whole angle, allow you in my triangle To shine and twinkle, eat steak off a platinum single 'Em other cats is rectangles, they sweat bad girls They Bullwinkles, tricks of Rip Van Winkles But now you mingle with a real cat that gets the Pringles And all you gotta be is thankful that we can see the sea food menu's Push whips, hit all the venues Fly gear sharp as Ginsu's Stare at the other pairs of gym shoes As long as you continue, to keep it genu Never pretend to, I know its in you The true Mommi, jigged out female Armani With tight Nani, holdin' on Cristal and Donny Roll with mad Parmesani Pretty the most, no lactose, had to play you close Fataly attracted like Glen Close Made other men ghost Staright overdose of high post You rollin' with me, rich mans wife live your life in luxury Deluxe VP's Hologram covered T.V''s 300 E with the CD Sip Martini's in Tahiti Jamaican Rum inside the Kiwi Play the major leagues, them other cats is pee-wee They see me and you boo, plush cribs in Malibu I'll profile with you, push my whip a mile or two You can have it all cause I like the style in you All you gotta do is be real and stay true Chill in the Jacuzzi with the G tatoo by ya lap boo We can run around and act fool Your Daddy Figure, the one that got love for you kid.... Chorus 2X Verse 2: Yo, we could sip ale on rocks Sail on yachts Rock the Rolex watch with hail on top Boot knock, eat Lobster tail on docks Cristal inside the ice pail dont stop Drop top, SEL, cell on lock Gift shop, come out of Bloomingdales on cots You think not? you could see though Go from Moschino to Tuxedo's As long as you only fuck me though House with the twin gazebo's Ceelo's, with the Champaigne orders by the waters of Puerto Rico Peep the live show featuring Tito Rockin' your fly Donna's Private jet to the Bahamas You still knockin' all the Mommas Premadonna on the set Mad fly jewels around the neck Cut perfect The linen skirt set Didn't even flip the long Sable fur yet The iced out burgette with the matchin' purse set Five thousand when the Chanel was purchased Strictly for the purpose I stress you to roll with mine Lookin' live Close from a day old drive, push a five Jet ski drive, skooba-dive Live not survive, tryin' to keep it alive See the sun rise, clear blue skies Too fly The sunshine got the ice blindin' your eye High priced merchandise shipped over shores Seven Karrots out of Paris on the Concord With a fine broad Bottle of wine poured Bungalos Bundles of ones with O's Broadway shows, fly condos Sweet as Pendinico, Tiger skins Albino Live with Tony Bennet on piano, white lacker combo Me and you cat, yo, we can see that, you in the new Spider Me inside the navy blue Viper With the pipers, covered in some silk fibers Millionaire type of life, your future wife(?) Got you under the wing Maybe run you my name Everything one and the same Your Daddy Figure who adore you Spend for you Bend for you Hurt up other men for you Down to bust around for you Stick somebody in the ground for you Kid, I'll hold it down for you I'll catch a round for you I'll lounge for you You know the deal, I love you to death just keep it real yo..... Chorus 2X

Total length: 65:47

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