"Zombie Walk" (feat. King Savage)

"Zombie Walk"
(feat. King Savage)

[Desiigner:]
Get out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Chopper been loaded, the drum in our way
Get in my way
Let me just
Get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my way
Fuck nigga talk, get the fuck out my face
Drum on the K

I’m not letting no nigga get in my way
Fuck nigga talk, he get hit with the K
The chopper been loaded, the drum on the K
Thought I went crazy, but back in my way
You could get hit up, just watch what you say
Don't fuck with the 12, we got 12 in the gauge
Niggas getting hit up, bodies getting zipped up
Niggas start feelin' a couple of ways
Diamonds in it, blaze
Smoking on dope, haze
First time the bitch out the cage
Got infrared beam on the stage
The coco, the chronic, cocaine
Feelin’ like I’m Lil Wayne
Lot of codeine, hid it from the from the gang
Hit it, hit it, hey
Chill in the trap for the winter
Pockets fuller than that nigga
Niggas be talking that wigga
I'ma keep stackin' my chicken
Lot of killers in the way
Young nigga tryna get up
Pick up, four, get up
Pussy, forget her
And I got bad bitch, she with me
Twisting my weed and she rolling my swisher
I got her mom in the kitchen
Bout to go in the back room with her sister
I’m the man, I’m the nigga
Niggas didn't know I’m that nigga
Some niggas not them real niggas
Got to watch out for them niggas

Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

[King Savage:]
I’m just smoking on dope and it's fucking my brains
I’m sipping on Henny, it got me enraged
I’m riding ‘round town in them Rari’s and Range
Your bitch on my dick and she giving me play
Savage nigga, like to play with them things
He got a big missile, and he aiming for brains
I don’t trust niggas, all them niggas fugazi
I don’t shop on a budget, I’m just getting the cake
My niggas fucked up the cake
They do anything, they switching them lanes
I stay with Scottie Pippen
Leave your body limpin’ when I find that you fucked with the Jakes
Pass me the K, bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
Bullets put face on the pave
Chopper put niggas in graves
I’m sipping on Actavis
I call that that the drink
Nick Cannon, got the drum
I think that that the beat
I keep that thing on me
No you can’t hang with me
The chopper go bang with me
Them niggas can’t hang with me

[Desiigner:]
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk
Zombie walk, no control
Lotta chopper, let it blow
Zombie walk, no control, let it blow
Lotta chopper, no control, zombie walk

"Shooters"

"Shooters"

Shooters, pull up with the shooters
Young nigga finna pull up with the shooters
Finna, finna, finna pull up, up, pull up
Hey!

I'm finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
I'm finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger

I'm been ridin' with a couple hittas
And a couple hittas come and do ya
I be ridin' through the Garvey block
And tellin' Mike & Boss to come and shoot ya
All about mula
Turn that 40 to the Ruger
Turn the 40 to the 50
Turn the 60 to a shooter
You a 6 and you a loser
Droppin' Ls for the loser
Heard them L niggas snitchin'
Free Nick, he the shooter
Ivo you a bitch, you a loser
So when we catch you ass, we gon' snooze ya
Turnin' 44 into the Ruger

Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
I'm finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
Finna pull up with the shooters
40, knock your head off, fall off with the Ruger

"Tiimmy Turner (Remix)" (feat. Kanye West)

"Tiimmy Turner (Remix)"
(feat. Kanye West)

[Desiigner:]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin', she fuckin' for BET
Wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin', she fuckin' for BET
Wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

[Kanye West:]
Born in the nation that breeded us
Why they don't never show me the love?
Jesus Shuttlesworth, I lead the squad
Walk on water while I feed the sharks
Everybody just got made alert (Tiimmy)
You might get killed on your way to work
Everyone seen it in broad day
Nobody feelin' that paperwork
Nobody cared that you made it work
All of the talkin' just made it worse
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner 'bout to leave the block burnt up
And look what you made me do
Look who you made me shoot
Don't ask from help from dude
That nigga crazy too
I'm the new Steve, mixed with Ali
'Bout to get freed, I'm the new Walt
Fuck what you thought
Man fuck all of y'all
Cause Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy, too turnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up
Got a burner leave the block burnt up

[Desiigner:]
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin', she fuckin' for BET
Wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner
He was wishin' for a burner
To kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Fuck bitch on BET
Have her walkin', she fuckin' for BET
Wildin' for wallet
Kill everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace
Tiimmy, Tiimmy, Tiimmy Turner

"Panda"

"Panda"

[Spoken:]
This what they all been waitin' for.
I guess so.
They been waitin' for this shit for a long time, didn’t they?
I'ma give it everythin' I got.
Ayo Dougie park that X6 around the corner.
Ayy I'm just feelin' my vibe right now.
I'm feelin' myself.

Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda...

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, look like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killers understand me

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, look like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killers understand me

Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda...

I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and shit sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Wake up Versace shit, life Desiigner
Whole bunch of lot of shit
They be asking 'round town who be clapping shit
I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom shit
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti whip look how I try this shit
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on camera
Pop a Perc, I can't stand up
Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananas
Four fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom
Know niggas, they come and kill you on the camera
Big Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie
Go Oscar for Grammy, bitch pull up your panty
Fill up I'm a flip it, I got bitches pull up and they get it
I got niggas that's counting for digits
Say you make you a lot of new money
Know some killers pull off and they in the Wraith
CTD, they pull off and they kill the Bape
Call up Phillip-Phillip, gon' fill the bank, niggas up in the bank
We gon' drill the bank, fuck we gon' kill the bank, get it
I got broads, yea I get it
I got car jack city
This how I live it
Did it all for a ticket
Now Flex drop bombs when he spin it
And Bobby gon' trend it
Jeff The Don doing business
Zana Ray fucking up shit and she doin' her business
I be getting to the chicken
Counting to the chicken
And all of my niggas gon' split it

Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda...

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killers understand me

I got broads in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the scammers
Hitting off licks in the bando
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, looks like a panda
Going out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred hammers
Black X6, Phantom
White X6, panda
Pockets swole, Danny
Selling bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like Randy
The choppa go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga pull up ya panty
Hope you killers understand me

Panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda, panda...

"America's Most" (with Redman)

"America's Most"
(with Redman)

Yo, welcome
This is MC sharper image
I'm standing here with my dog technology
And we are here to uplift you mind
and upgrade your systems
so come on down everyone that wants to get some
plug in and boot, and boot

[Method Man]
Yo, Yo, I couldn't give a rat's ass
I've come to eat grub and slap ass
And show my whole entire black ass
Y'all know the saying he who laughs last laughs loudest
Bang the loudest, can't a coward do a thing 'bout it
What the bum-ba claat like "aye carumba"
Here's my name and number, lets "La Rhumba"
Doc, it makes me wonder; how many heads has Heather Hunter's
How many different conclusions to come to
And my sixteen bars meth, hittin' too hard
With a total disregard for whole entourage
Rap phenom, slap your ass, snap your thong to my theme song
And hope you don't get clap upon
Who that kid, as dirty as that Ol' Dirty Bastard
Who that kid, who pack a tool belt and dirty belt and dirty ratchet
Set your tape recorder, lock down your daughter
Soon as a touch the rap game, out of order

[Redman]
Do I get brollic
Gimme that car ill show you how to flip mileage
Gimme that mic, ill short it with a quick wattage
Skip college for the big wallet
The ape with a fire escape from the weight of a hit product
My draft is cold like miller beer
When you hear it, you see more stars than tigger's cheer
The red nigga here, and its out of control
Something like when Ron Gold' went out with Nicole
I'll bring it back to the streets where the crooks belong
And if it ain't come back raw, you cooked it wrong
Gangsta bomb, hold your nose
At the show, ill be shittin' out my mouth like my colon closed
Me and meth, 100 proof, in case y'all a biter
And ovaries, feel these great ball of fire
(Doc, where the lighter) I'm hemming them up
Coffee grind them and put them in a vanilla dutch

[Hook: with America's' most after the end of each line]
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
We not playin' (knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)
Believe that, the brothers in the house now be that
Believe that, lets turn the mother out now, be that
Beback , that what it all about now ,be that
Fuck with the meth(knowwhatinsayn' sonsayin)

[Method Man]
I'm looking at you killers like you stole something, fuck ya life
Trust my niggaz, sometimes for I trust my wife
Fuck it, I'm nice, y'all don't be rushing the mic
With your guns in your left hand
Not bustin' it right
Ain't no I in the team
Ain't no eyen' my cream
I'm a semi-auto, clean
Rapid-fire machine
Cocky, six foot three with knock knees
Attract hoodrats for blocks cause I got cheese

[Redman]
yo, dude I carry cheese, but I don't flaunt it
when the towel it thrown it, you know there's grown men that spoke on it
We both want it, the Trackmasters
Puncturing holes in the beat when a vocal tone poke on it
Barbaric, my caddie truck beyond average
with the same size wheels that on a horse carriage
up in the air , spot my dudes
Rollin' over shit like B. Rhymes on mountain dew

[Hook x2]

"I'm Dope Nigga" (with Redman)

"I'm Dope Nigga"
(with Redman)

[Intro: Redman (Method Man)]
Straight up, nigga
Brick City on fire, nigga
We on fire, nigga
(Beast shit) yeah
(Oh yeah, my mic sound real nice, check it)
(Yeah, uh, ok) yessir
Hot off the press, yo, yo

[Redman]
Check out the, main attraction, black man in action
The orangutan that remain a captain
You need a boost, I'm the right thing to tap in
Cuz hip hop is lame, the whole game is lacking
I make my commission off, weed and shows
Chicks wanna spread rumors like Club New Vogue
But I pimp it like my ruff-ruff-ruff-ruff, we don't love them hoes
Each flow that I'm spitting sound mall nutrition
But it's phat when the clip in, boy, I mean business
We got beef for the teeth, with soy bean niggas
Redman & Method Man, stay in the lab
America meet the new Tango & Cash
Hip hop is in trouble, I stay on the pad
Rappers wanna feature me, I'm like give me a math
I'm like "nah", I'mma keep it funky, nigga
Talk 20, cuz for money, I"m a junkie nigga

[Chorus: Method Man (Redman)]
I'm dope, nigga (yeah, that's what the say)
(Frank Lucas with the pen, get at me, ok?)
I'm dope, nigga, dirty needle stuck in the arm
Hustle til the package is gone, never tuck in my charm, cuz I'm
I'm dope, nigga (now I'm out to my dope)
(Nino Brown takeover, that's how I roll)
Now let me smoke witcha, hard when the kid on the job
Keep a step ahead of the law, push the peddle and floor

[Method Man]
I got that small change, my nigga, quarters, nickels & dimes
I might cop a little shine, favorite pistol, a nine
I can't deal with fickle minds cuz I'm too official with mine
Put your nose in my notebook and go and sniff you a line
I'm dope, nigga, I'm heroin in it's prime
While the game is on it's decline, bitches on my define
I fine rhyme and easy, but I ain't easy to find
Number one on my to do list, please believe me, it's crime
Ain't with the tom foolery, Meth, if you don't know that
I'mma bet on what to do with me, yet, go 'head and Google me
Your boy flow fluently, yes, still got that Wu in me
Screw it, let me do it to death, minus the eulogy
Ah-hah, I'm ahead of the game, ahead of these lames
I'm a head case, the head nurse is getting better with brain
Let me network, the rest of you niggas stay in your lane
Know your network, now back to the script, like I was saying

[Chorus]

[Redman]
The hip hop Yogi Berra, New York, let's get together
It took a '90's boy, to flow in your era
Niggas never saw me when I write, and signed in a letter
I was born the son of Helen Keller
My skin is Old Yeller, but a bitch dig a fella
She like the way car wheels flip the propellers
I 'stay fly' like Three 6, someone tell her
Doc & Meth tough like Run-DMC leather

[Method Man]
I'm the 'king of rock', dimes, grams and ki's
Cuz the world don't give a fuck if I got a fam to feed
This a heroin dream, smash up a fiend
You can see this pack in my jeans, put you back on your lean
Yeah, back for a fit, back on my shit
Got my ex from back in the days, even back on my dick
This is crack shit, ya'll do it big, I super size
Coke Classic, my nose in the 'cane, like Super Fly, cuz I'm

[Chorus]

"4:20" (feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)

"4:20"
(feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)

[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
Niggaz been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah)

[Method Man]
Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
Niggaz no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get smoked out
Put hands on these niggaz, then put the roach out
Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan shit in the woods, my shit is hood, bitch
That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit
Real spit, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]
It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
No seeds, California weed have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims spoked out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

[RZA]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it

[Method Man]
So on and so on, I flow on
Power to our people, get your smoke on
And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel
Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb
The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
Not a good look, told ya my nigga, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot
Yeah, taking it there, hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
Fuck it, y'all niggaz is pussy, so is the dick that sent you
RZA, we done it again, Co-D occassion
Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten

[Chorus 2X]

[Streetlife]
The rap game won't like me
You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me
Slide dick to your wifey
Never know your baby boy just might be
Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
From the Hill, never ran, never will
Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
This is not a rap song, you get clapped on
Bullets break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, shit on your fame, you overlooking the fact
Where you from, is where we at
And y'all don't want no, parts, in that that
Caught your verse for sale, but real niggaz don't shoot & tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell

[Carlton Fisk]
The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money on my mind
And I'm moving like my life is on the line
For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya niggaz know what's on my mind
When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister

[Chorus]