"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]

"Afterparty" (feat. Ghostface Killah)

"Afterparty"
(feat. Ghostface Killah)

[Intro: Method Man]
Damn... yo, yo

[Method Man]
Woke up in the morning, like ten A.M
Walked passed the Listerine, went straight for the gin
Osama Bin Laden on my chinny chin chin

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, Meth, the mailman!

[Method Man]
Yo, Ghost, let him in!

[Ghostface Killah]
Will you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen

[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
My keys is missin', my trees is missin'
No more parties, cuz Doc need to listen

[Ghostface Killah]
Cuz something in my closet, go look (he's a pissin')
I cursed this bitch out, we be laid back

[Method Man]
Half a box of cereal gone, my milk's warm
Mad strong, this is John John, pro and con phenomenon
Stretch with a morning yawn, party 'til the break of dawn
Ladies throw your faces on, sing it when the break come on

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No cat give you these, rap flow triple g's
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Ghostface Killah]
Wu-Tang, the best rap group of all time
Rush little shotgun, rest around nine
Refrigerator, fish and sweets with no swine
Dirty and Meth guest room with four dimes
And U-G. had a master headache
Him and Genius flew back from, Uganda black, gettin' that cake
Where Divine at? Wine at
Tell a DJ to rewind that, Killa killed it wit a blind back
Dime sack, you know we blew that wit the cognac
Them bowling ball lead head niggaz, we call them pawn yacks

[Method Man]
I say my girl, like to party all the time, Ghost
Spend up my ends, every week, she always crime broke
Thank God it's friday, I just got paid
Feelin' good like I just got laid
The next drink's on me, instead of, oh God, you think O.G
White girls they comin' out, like they Pink on E
So you better get the party started, we get it crunk regardless
We got the 'dro and hypnotic, them kids is puffin' garbage
Is where it's crackin' at, Street is you passin' that?
Mami's is grabbin' ass, Johnny, I'm grabbin' back
You know my habitat, you know my peoples
If you wit me, where you at
There ain't nothin' compared to that, come on!

[Chorus: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
Each (meet) son (see)
Boats (suites) dough (beats)
No flows ill as these, him and Ghost, nigga please
Meth, Ghost, Killa Beez, you know we ride

[Hook 2X: Method Man (Ghostface Killah)]
I got me some Seagram's gin
Everybody got they cup, but they ain't shit there
(These cheap muthafuckas be grown ass men
Tight muthafuckas finish your shit then they bounce off with them)
Come back again, drunk off your gin
And when they try to get you for they ends, that's no friend
That's no friend, eh, eh

[Outro: Method Man]
Yeah, greedy muthafuckas, always wanna get high
But never wanna buy, first one to come to the party
Last one to leave, man, fuck all that
Aiyo, Mr. Streetlife, tell 'em where we come from man..

"What's Happenin'" (feat. Busta Rhymes)

"What's Happenin'"
(feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes (Method Man)]
Aiyo, Tical? (What up, fam?)
You know Busta-Bust had to come see you, God, it's good to see you, God
(Good too see you too, God)
Let's take the streets for a little ride (Okay, we ridin' high)
Yeah, you better light your L, smoke your L
And just (kiss the sky)
Huh! And if you ever disrespect the Bust or Meth (find their mentor)
Yeah, I-I-I think the streets been lookin' for this one for a long time
(Yeah, aiyo) Come on!

[Method Man]
I came to bring the pain, more hard to the brain
Tical... I'm bustin' that ass again
I burn like acid rain, that acid slang
These niggaz try'nna see how I come ash again
Main and evident, I'm huntin', yes, Meth for president
Be in hell with Dazel and George just for the hell of it
And I ain't yellow kid, flows hot as kettle get
Now if you ain't fuckin' with that, you must be celibate
Spaz! Just a little, got a sack lookin' fizzle
Little hash in the middle, where it at? In the middle, yup
Mommy if you got a fat ass, make it jiggle, yup
Put it in my next video shot by Little X
And M-E-F gon' work til their ain't any left
I'm tryin' get what I'm worth and not a penny less
Think fast (come on) bank cash (come on)
Everybody do it with your stank ass (just come on)

[Chorus: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Make you rob somebody (what?) grab somebody (what?)
Stomp somebody (what?) slap somebody (what?)
Make you wanna step to the bar and sip Bacardi (what?)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what?)
Brooklyn (come on!) Shaolin (come on!)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on!)
Bronx, nigga (come on!) Manhattan (come on!)
To each and every hood what's happening? (come on!)

[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Yeah... let 'em talk, nigga, come on Bust
(Aiyo, Meth, let me get at these niggaz) Yeah!

[Busta Rhymes]
Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up
And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time to move
While I'm singin', ma, do you let relieve you of all of your
Figure seating sketching, never believe in your niggaz (come on!)
Go head and babble you can watch me patiently waiting
Aimin', attackin', instead I'mma let one of my bitches slap you
I ain't watch you when your niggaz'll try
To feel a wrath of the un-rudely waking of a sleeping giant
(Very defiant), once I give you the pressure
And then I apply it and then your breathing is stop and totally quiet (sss..
oh)
Captain of this ship, so call me the pilot
I leave you and your crew to collide with me
Die, stomp on a nigga, just like a herd of a thousand cattle
That'll travel over your face and frazzle your shit
Shot you, worst than a brick and then be torturin' you
And then get the reverend, and get to steppin', nigga!
This shit'll make you..

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

[Interlude: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Haha, that's the truth... my nigga
(Nigga, listen, listen, let me talk) Let me talk! (huh)

[Busta Rhymes (Method Man) {both}]
Can't you see what I got for you now
(Shake your big fat ass in front of me now)
To all my high bidders (to all my live niggaz)
{We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street, but nigga did you
Know when you bout to lose it, my nigga
And you know we gon' get real stupid, my nigga}

[Busta Rhymes]
See the police coming (what?) Fireman coming (what?)
Street niggaz ready to riot and start dummin' (what?)
I love to see it, whenever you and your man frontin' (what?)
Me and Meth'll step to you, quick! And smash somethin' (what?)

[Method Man]
Now who is he? Dope M.C. killin these cowards
Wack niggaz get pimp slapped, give me some powder
Click-clack, one in your back, now think about it
Get back, runnin' your gap, I can't allow it

[Busta Rhymes]
Well every nigga (set it off) you know we seeing it through God
The streets be needing niggaz like me and you, God
Aiyo, I think we're up, seen it from here, we got a mile, yo
Logical, we should of done this shit a long time ago

[Method Man]
I got that shit that make rappers shit in they shoes
Nasty M.C., I spit flows and spit in they food
Man, don't tempt me, I'm nothin' like a curious child
I'm simply, a boy in the hood, with furious childs (this shit'll make you)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes & Method Man)]

[Outro: Method Man (Busta Rhymes)]
Every day, every rotation, come with it! (Let me talk... come on, hah)
(Aiyo God) Yeah, lord? (Flipmode/Wu-Tang, nigga, ain't that some shit?)
That's some shit, actually truthfully, Busta Bust! (Meth Tical!)
Yeah... (yeah, let me know when you wanna do that again, God)
Shit we can do that right now, shout out to New Jersey, hahaha, yeah!

"The Prequel" (feat. Streetlife)

"The Prequel"
(feat. Streetlife)

[Method Man]
I'm out...

Once again, it's the super, pied piper
Light your lighters for the future
And I ain't talking about Mekhi Phifer
Roll it if you got it people
At last the Prequel
And the eye ball
Floral is back
You'll find no equals
Bang it in your loudest system
Now who gunna diss him
Usually it be the brokest niggas
But this gunna fix em
Let me get my 2 guns
For rappers that can use help
Now that Meth is back, you can tell me how my shoes felt
Just like Shaq in them size 22's
Except my games not a game
And I don't play by any rules man
Its time to build without a hardhat and goggles
Even with a map I'm still a hard head to follow
I thought you knew we do this everyday ok
And I think marijuana is just nature's way of saying hi
Only hydro buds, I get it crunk
It's alright if that bitch don't smoke then get her drunk
Now I pop a lot of shit, cause I can back it up (what)
I got that fire, bitch, its hard to pass it up (what)
While you'll was partying I been in the lab
You want that dope, give me an hour
Plus a pen and a pad

[Streetlife]
Aiiyo Meth what they look like (look like)
3rd LP nigga better be tight (be tight)
Don't forget where you come from, the hood life (hood life)
Let them know from the door we ain't the shook type (shook type)

[Method Man]
I got that shit that keep your head bobbin
Cause your neck know
Meth yo, I'm trying to get that more dollars then crep flow for certain
Before I put the paint, I put the work in
And each person I catch slipping gunna need nursing
Got these wanna-be gangstas, sleeping with they lights on
Shook up by the python, everybody got they eyes on
Not only is the streets watching, the streets is talking
And word has it that these rappers don't come around at all
Take it from the most stepped on, your wearing open toe sandals
And I'm looking for some new toes to step on
And one to build a rep on, you all got me fucked up
My crew stick bitches like you, for acting stuck up
Methods like that yall, when I return you know the good herb is back y'all
Ladies desiring without further adieu
let's keep it wu, and fuck keeping it real y'all
Just keep it you

"Bring The Pain"

Basically, can't fuck with me

[Verse One:]

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain
Let's go inside my astral plane
Find out my mental's based on instrumental
records hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggaz is decaf I stick em for the CREAM
check it, just how deep can shit get
Deep as the abyss and brothers is mad fish accept it
In your Cross Colour, clothes you've crossed over
Then got Totally Krossed Out and Kris Kross
Who da boss? Niggaz get tossed to the side
And I'm the dark side of the Force
Of course it's the Method, Man from the Wu-Tang Clan
I be hectic, and comin for the head piece protect it
Fuck it, two tears in a bucket, niggaz want the ruckus
Bustin at me bruh, now bust it
Styles, I gets buckwild
Method Man on some shit, pullin niggaz files
I'm sick, insane, crazy, Drivin Miss Daisy
Out her fuckin mind now I got mine I'm Swayze

[Chorus:]

Is it real son, is it really real son
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real

[Interlude: Booster]

And when I was a lil stereo (stereo)
I listened to some champion (champion)
I always wondered (wondered)
Will now I be the numba one? (Tical! hahaha)
Now you listen to de gargon (Gargon!)
And de gargon summary
And any man dat come test me (test me)
Me gwanna lick out dem brains (it's like that)

[Verse Two:]

Brothers want to hang with the Meth bring the rope
the only way you hang is by the neck nigga poke
off the set comin to your projects
Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise
Comin from a vet on some old Vietnam shit
Nigga you can bet your bottom dollar hey I bomb shit
And it's gonna get even worse word to God
It's the Wu comin through sickin niggaz for they garments
Movin on your left, southpaw em it's the Meth
Came to represent and carve my name in your chest
You can come test realize you're no contest
Son I'm the gun that won that old Wild West
Quick on the draw with my hands on the four
nine three eleven with the rugged rhymes galore
Check it cause I think not when this hip-hops like proper
Rhymes be the proof while I'm drinkin 90 proof
Huh vodka, no OJ, no straw
When you give it to me aiy, give it to me raw
I've learned when you drink Absolut straight it burns
Enough to give my chest hairs a perm
I don't need a chemical blow to pull a hoe
All I need is Chemical Bank to pay da mo'

What, basically that, Meth-Tical, ninety-four style
Word up we be hazardous *car crashing* *horn passing me*
Northern spicy brown mustard hoes
We have to stick you
[horn sound of car racing by]

[Chorus]

[Outro:]

I'll fuckin, I'll fuckin cut your kneecaps off
and make you kneel in some staircase piss

I'll fuckin, cut your eyelids off
and feed you nuthin but sleepin pills

You motherfuckers
(So??) So fuck the hoe
Fuck the hoe

(Look at this nigga, this motherfuckin...)

"Wesley Presley"

(Yeah. Future Hendrix. Huh. Super future. What. Hoo. C'mon)

[Hook:]
White girl with me like elvis. Ol girl say I'm too selfish. (Prrrt)
Sippin on lean can't help it. (Po up) If I take a drug test now I'm gon fail it. (Fuck it)
Got a pimpin on a nigga port arthur. (Pimp) Young rich nigga bangin on ya daughter. (White)
Got the white girl with me like presley. (Presley) New jack city nigga like wesley. (Wesley)

[Verse 1:]
White girl with me send the choppa. Tryna sell that bitch to my potna. (Here you go)
Pocket full of bread like apostles. (Come on) Have a whole spread on ya nigga like shotta.
Fuck these pussy niggas I'm a gon get cocky. keep a down bitch on team like rocky. (Aye)
Got them bricks on me nigga Mr Miyagi. (Whoo. Ha) Can't skip down with the law, ain't speak Chinese. (Hoo)
Fucked his bitch then tell her hachi kachi. (Hachi) Copped the new balenci like them bitches was huaraches. (Aye)
I should move to italy I'm fresher than everybody. (Everybody) I'm a underground king I'm turning up on everybody. (Everybody)

[Hook:]
White girl with me like elvis. Ol girl say I'm too selfish. (Prrrt)
Sippin on lean can't help it. (Po up) If I take a drug test now I'm gon fail it. (Fuck it)
Got a pimpin on a nigga port arthur. (Pimp) Young rich nigga bangin on ya daughter. (White)
Got the white girl with me like presley. (Presley) New Jack city nigga like wesley. (Wesley)

[Verse 2:]
White girl with me like elvis. White girl with me like elvis.
New jack city nigga like wesley. Got the white girl with me like presley.
I got this bad bitch on me sean carter. (Whoo) Turn a hoodrat bitch to a model. (Prrt)
A few shooters on deck all summer. Got choppas shootin' all the way to that Selassie.
W-white girl hanging on my arm like I'm Brad Pitt. Got foreigns on me like a pain dripper candy.
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. (Thank you) Percocets getting on a nigga while I'm drankin.
And I got a white girl with me tom brady. Gold bottle coming right now I got a ace. (Ace) Spades. (Spades)

[Hook:]
White girl with me like elvis. Ol girl say I'm too selfish. (Prrrt)
Sippin on lean can't help it. (Po up) If I take a drug test now I'm gon fail it. (Fuck it)
Got a pimpin on a nigga port arthur. (Pimp) Young rich nigga bangin on ya daughter. (White)
Got the white girl with me like presley. (Presley) New jack city nigga like wesley. (Wesley)

[Outro:]
White girl with me like elvis. White girl with me like elvis.
New jack city nigga like wesley. Got the white girl with me like presley.
Sippin on lean I can't help it if I take a drug test now I'm gon (Drug test now I'm gon)

"Hardly"

I remember, it was New Years. We was in the studio when I did "Chosen", my nigga Double D was there. I started sayin' look D Chinchilla cause he had the chinchilla and shit. Real, you know what I'm sayin'? This that super Future, fire marshall Future, Future Hendrix, you know the whistle, you understand me? Yah dig? Yah dig what I'm sayin'?

[Hook:]
Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly
Hardly, hardly, hardly, hardly, forget anything
You know I hardly forget anything

Call them niggas to the dirt
Margiela my fur
I was overdosin' on percs
Wakin' up, drankin' that syrup
Bentley Spur with the curtains
Balenciagas, my proteges
I wear them shits like Michael Js
Wash the molly down with champagne

Wash the zanny down with syrup, yeah
Hope it take away all this damn pain
Hope it take away all this damn pain

[Hook]

Crack in the bushes
I'm tryna buy me a new 88 Cutlass Supreme
Every day hustlin', I gotta go get it
I gotta get Wu-Tang, man, gotta get cream
Long as they print it, my niggas, come get it
All of my love, I gave it to my city
All of that game you gave me, can't forget it
All that finessin' you gave me, ain't forget it
I turned the whole world up
Now they wanna treat me like an outcast or somethin'
These niggas so broke, instead of go and get it
They'd rather go ask for somethin'
Remember them days I had to load it up
And put on my mask for somethin'
Remember we juuged for somethin'
Remember we take for somethin'
I spent 3 stacks on these Rick Owens, I try my best to forget it
I pour my life inside these poems, my whole soul and my spirit
I'm easily agitated, get intoxicated, try to fight the demons
Tryna find right and my wrong, hope my legacy live on
Hope my legacy live on
That's why I wrote this song
I ain't have to write this song
Future Hendrix is forever

[Hook]

"Fetti"

"Fetti"

Freebandz Sunny in this motherfucker
Original Black Migo gang
Yo Metro, yo Metro, yo Metro

[Hook:]
Don't make me go and get the Wraith
I'm tryna dodge another case
Order Ace of Spades by the case
Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face
I keep a pack of wolves by the safe
I rob the bank, I'm goin' on a chase
I hear the styrofoam, they goin' crazy
I got my chains on, they like lasers
And you gon' make me go and get the carbon
And I was tacky back when I was starvin'
And I ain't lookin' back with these fortunes
I'm pickin' up hella endorsements
My chain is yellow on yellow
My bitch, she's yellow on yellow
In the kitchen remixin' this yola
They ran out of red, I'm drinkin' on yellow
Tell me you came with the 'fetti
Tell me you came with some 'fetti
Tell me you came with some 'fetti
Tell me you came with the 'fetti
Tell me you came with the 'fetti
Tell me you came with some 'fetti
Tell me you came with the 'fetti
Tell me you came with some 'fetti

[Verse 1:]
'Fetti, 'fetti, 'fetti, 'fetti
Reincarnated Makaveli
Audemars Piguet a presi (presi)
Presidential with a bezzy (bezzy)
And I'm sharper than a machete
I done made it, now I'm greedy
Takin' the codeine, it's red
I shake it up in a Tahiti
200 somethin' sittin' on the dash
The Bentley Spur makin' 'em crash
Sippin' codeine, rollin' grass
I don't agree what you're doin'
I don't agree who you're screwin'
I fucked around, opened a traphouse in Europe
I fucked around, throwed away all of my problems
They ran out of singles, I'm throwin' up hundreds

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Tell me you came with the wax
Man, I'm about flippin' some stacks
Man, I'm about flippin' some racks
I had to flip me some racks
You can treasure and honor this
I'm the one breakin' my promises
I started losin' my conscience
We creepin' like Jeepers Creepers
That codeine is sleepy, sleepy
That codeine, it got us so sleepy
I'm plannin' on savin' my soul
Ain't fuckin' 'round savin' no hoes
I burn up a zip, that's a' O
You can smell all this weed on my clothes

[Hook]

"Gangland"

[Intro:]
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up

[Verse:]
I'm the one who got the presi' flooded
You wear more chanel than anybody?
You the type to get ya man indicted
I'm the type to pull up in a Spider
I'm the type to drive a hummer
Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle
It's dirty when it got a homi on it
Fuck that nigga put a bounty on em
I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin' noddin' off nigga
You was gettin' fronted runnin' off nigga
I made myself to a boss nigga
Put a hundred carats in a cross nigga
Put a 200 thousand on a cross nigga
Could never sleep cause it a cost niggas
They can never see my palms sweaty
You a never seen the hunger in me
I'm sick and tired of being humbled nigga
This money put a lot of demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me
Fuck that nigga put a tracker on em
Then we throw a Pat Riley on em
These commas coming in
These haters coming in
The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in
My baby mama tryna sue again
Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins
Get my nigga Conversary in the pen
Got the federallies on a nigga chin
Fuck the Benz, imma whip the Spur
Fuck my Spur & bought my bitch a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghost
I'm pushing Heroin right through NO

[Pre-Hook:]
Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me?
Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More & DC

[Hook:]
Lil' Mexico turf a gang land
Maybe Kane like I'm Soloman
Does anybody kill a nigga?
Do you have the heart to kill a nigga?
100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran.
Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water

[Verse 2:]
Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia(my migos)
We on every channel when we pop it
Hit em in the head and start braggin' bout it
They on 7th street
They gotta bunch of bodies
Gotta bunch of chains
My neck is very crowded
When I flood the street
They have a powder shower
Know the recipe, you need to learn about it
Finnesin' niggas, gotta learn about it
I could cook it in the microwave
I got ya baby momma with the shits
Got ya son sittin' on a brick
My teacher said I wouldn't be shit
She even know what I represent
Free Band Gang President
Money up, everything nigga
Everything else irrelevant

[Hook]

"My Savages"

[Intro:]
(Esko!)
I be on the phone with dope boy, I be tiltin'
Ya inspire me 2 go harder, nahwimsayn?

[Hook:]
My savages, my savages, my savages
I'm always dressin' fresher than the mannequin
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment

[Verse 1:]
I'm on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
Thirty five racks is how my day was spent
I got a cocky back, that's how my day would get
Ya got me thinkin' all these bitches artificial
The way ya actin' ya must don't respect a real nigga
Roll some herbal, pour some syrup up
They tried 2 infiltrate us & then betrayed us
I told ya way befo' what happened they was hatin' on us
Ya know when we was juggin' fo' it they was mad at us
And this a letter fo' my dog, how we let the $ get between us
How we let these bitches get between us
How we let these niggas get between us
I got luv fo' all my savages with itchin' fingers
I got luv but it ain't life 2 luv I got fo' indie
She held me down when I was broke, I got her 2 infinity
My lil dawg caught a murder, gon' fo' infinity
Dumpin' ashes on yo obituary, I know ya feelin' me
R.I.P. grandma quick, ya shoulda seen this shit
Twenty thousand O's of child support, I seen that shit
Ridin' round with all them choppers, I done seen this shit
These rappers made at me but these niggas ain't doin' shit
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit
I went & spent a half a ticket at the dealership
The fame is doin' a lot of damage 2 my friendships
If Esko didn't luv me would've been a damn shook
And it's the luv from my fans got me still here
Monsta, ha!

[Verse 2:]
Say I'm Illuminati, & try to make me catch a body
I don't know when I'm a flip niggas
Get me sum' codeine to sip, nigga
Big bank sayin' wipe a nigga's nose, but girl change a lot from the doors
Befo' this shit brought up in phantom, & finally luvin' no ho
That what ya want from me? That what ya really expect?
Ya thinkin' I'm still not depressed?
My soul can't loan me a check
I hate I had 2 fuck with any of ya niggas, that's my only regret
Dropped the mink on the flo', the Cuban links on my ho
Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor? There's $ layin' on the flo'
Got sum'hoes layin' on sum'hoes, got a shawty with me, she a pro
No she'll neva meet another nigga not another nigga like me
Even if he got a billion dollas he can't make her cum like me
Who compliment ya like me? It betta be about a image
Tell me all of this a gimmick, I thought the whip's got rented
Cause the spurr one tenant, I told em ain't got none to hide
I told em I'll do with the pies, told em fuck all of my roles, I don't even write

[Hook:]
My savages, my savages, my savages
We gon' leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin
Free all my niggas incarcerated, ya heard?
Em goin' fo' life, ya heard?

"2Pac"

"2Pac"

[Hook:]
I got a bandana 'round my head like I'm 2pac
My little brother he ain't scared he got two Glocks
Push a blunt in my dreads I'm with 2pacs
Hes my young nigga he'll shoot you for a two pack
A bandana 'round my head like I'm 2pac
My little cousins they got feds around with two choppers
And when you imaginate they tryna' sell you two flocks
Got a bandana 'round my head like I'm 2pac

Got a bandana 'round my head screaming thug life
I get faded out the vans on a money day
Got a bandana round my head like a soilder
Get that chopper on a nigga like Magnoli
Push a blunt in my dreads I'm with two pacs
For my brother 16 birthday momma bought a new Glock
These niggas taking out they head for a new watch
My young nigga he ain't scared he oughta new baller
How to fuck around and catch that hollow om some looters huh
Bitch ain't never speed no iglo I swear two chopper
Got a bandana 'round my head like I'm birdman
I love my dope, when my grandma had a servent

[Hook]

These hood bitches loving a nigga like alpo
My lil cousin got that yapper automatic bro
Got designer on my collar like I'm banjo
I got all these problems with polo dojo
These niggas killing everyobodys bitches fuck that dirty pussy
These niggas ain't used to pimping they gon' pay for pussy
Got that bandana round my head like a rebel boy
All this money in my system I can see the devil
Ain't playing with these broke niggas, skip to the other round
Caught a felony, can feel the kilos
On me now feel me now feel me
They have lasers on me now they wanna kill me
Got banna clips on banna clips on bannana clips

[Hook]

"Stick Talk"

"Trap Niggas"

Times gettin' hard but a nigga still gettin' it
Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

Weighed 1008 grams on the spot
I got a lower case T across my chest
Your crack house doin' numbers then you blessed
You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects
It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath
We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug
A few beef pies stashed in the trunk
Shoot dice all day and sell dust
You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
What?

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

I thought Ia-la was gone wake up with that Glock, okay though
Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur
He got your work, he posted up in the hood Bodago
Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth
Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese
We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet
I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me
I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal
We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal
You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixie Hill
You hit Old Nat'al, I know you gotta see a traphouse
Gotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit without

When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas
When you wake up before you brush your teeth
You grab your strap, nigga
Only time you get down on your knees
Shooting craps, nigga
Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas
God blessin' all the trap niggas

You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust
Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck
Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut
Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck
What?

"Stick Talk"

"Stick Talk"

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy
They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk

10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

They came through with a stick and you heard it
They came through in this bitch and they were swerving
I can't believe the blood ain't on my shirt
Because he got hit close-range
We be talking stick talk, we be talking bricks too
We be talking lick talk, and I'mma fuck your bitch too
I ain't got no manners for no sluts
I'mma put my thumb in her butt

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy
They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk

10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

I'mma tell a lie under oath
I can see it in your eyes, you want boat
I forgot, ain't got a word on body count
Riding in the club, barely tripping now
Ordered up a sofa, told her "ride me round the whole world"
I was on the E-way with that molly and that old girl
Get a little cheaper, you could win
Get it little harder, get the Benz

10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk
I'm 'bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
'Bout to fuck this cash up on a new toy
You can't understand us cause you're too soft
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

Fully loaded whip, fully loaded clips
Fuck her with my niggas, I ain't smoke a zoot
Red eyes in, I got them zones with me
Taliban bands, run 'em straight through the machinery

Took a shot of Henney, I've been going brazy, brazy
They say my whole hood got it under investigation
They know they talk that stick talk, that stick talk
They know we talk that lick talk, that lick talk

10 million dollars cash, fuck a friend
Started sipping syrup, I've been geeked ever since
Gotta keep that heat on the scene ever since
You know we talk that stick talk, that stick talk

"Shabba (Remix)" (feat. Shabba Ranks, Busta Rhymes & Migos)

"Shabba (Remix)"
(feat. Shabba Ranks, Busta Rhymes & Migos)

[Intro: Shabba Ranks]
Shabba! Him deh yah! (Yeah!)
S and a H and a A double B and a A-R-A-N-K-S (A$AP MOB!!!)
Always di best! (Fly di flag!) A$AP Mob! Do di job fly di flag! (Yeah! Fly di flag!)
Lawd a mercy! People!

[Verse 1: Shabba Ranks]
Say my name a likkle louda, holla out mi name mek I rip up dat crowd a
Say it three times if a mi oonu proud a SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA! Awww man!
Awww man! Said a likkle likkle louda, holla out mi name mek I rip up dat crowd a
Say it three times if a mi oonu proud a SHABBA! SHABBA! SHABBA!
Hey! Holla mi name, shout to mi name, call out mi name, bawl out mi name
Nah stop until it reach hall of fame seh yuh body waan Shabba now di same
People! Holla mi name, shout to mi name, call out mi name, bawl out mi name
Nah stop until it reach hall of fame anytime mi spit mi spit flame
A mi a dem need a, true crowd pleasa, tun non-believa, inna believa
Come crowd a people, follow di procedure, mi nuh Rakim but, (Follow The Leader)
Hey dog go jump off a fool dem shoulda, chop off dem head, wid meat cleava
From Jamaica right back to Geneva, Shabba Rankin a true crowd pleasa

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm....WOOF! WOOF! WOOF!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Who that stocky nigga with the grills? (Trap Lord you're so trill!)
I could get a new Bugatti but a nigga rather chill, rather sit up on the block and stack it 'til I get a mill
What about them old bitches who ain't wanna give me feel? Now they wanna make it gushy cause a nigga got a deal
Rather double up and strap and hit a booty in Brazil (I hit Punta Cana when shit gets so real)
Two bad bitches in my vehicle, yellow hood rats like Pikachu
Hit it from the back got 'em screamin' like "AHHHHHHHH~!!" like Yeezus do
Bringin' rappers from the dead like Jesus do, can't call them bone thugs cause they eatin' dude (yeah)
I (bust-a-rhyme) and (Flipmode), speak the flu, nigga; YAH YAH YAH! - Eat ya crew
Butter pecan, Puerto Rican, be freakin' and peekin', a (Hood Pope) get good throat, I'm skeetin' the sheets
She feelin' my team, I asked her if she feelin' The Weeknd cause a nigga like she give head while you're singin' (HMM)
I'mma get the bread while I'm breathin', I'm the rookie of the year and you better believe it
I be barkin' like a Q like I'm very collegiate! (WOOF! WOOF!) Like a pedigree eatin'

[Verse 3: Quavo]
Meetin' up the plug at a QuikTrip (QuikTrip) young nigga had to make that money back flip (BRRRT)
I'm trappin' with accuracy (accuracy) gold on my toilet like Master P (shine)
Lil' mama, she drunk off a daiquiri (who?!) Shabba Ranks my pinky finger, please (SHABBA)
You mad cause you workin' at Mickey D's (hah) young nigga, I'm flexin' like Hercules (flex! FLEX!)
You can take her to the movie and go watch a film (watch a film) A$AP Ferg, front me a pelican (pelican)
Lean, lean, lean -- that's my medicine (lean); Quavo, old money, Sega Genesis (uh)

[Verse 4: Takeoff]
Takeoff got ten gold rings, bling, bling, bling (bling) for tryna take my rings, gun go bang (pyoo!)
Cashed out on the jeweler (ching); got 'em feelin' like Martin Luther King, (I Had a Dream) (had a dream)
Actavis, I only sip and begin with a beam by extending my clip (BLOAW!)
If I see the police, grab my chips and I dip (DIP) snappin' my fingers, we fillin' arenas (SHABBA)
I flip up the Hannah Montana in real (WOW!) I feel like that Keyshia Ka'oir
That double AK-47's, they aim at your lip (BLAOW!) Versace, Givenchy, this shit is ridiculous
SHABBA!

[Verse 5: Busta Rhymes]
Look nigga get it straight you could never fuck with my clique boy!
Awww shit quick hit you with a drop kick jaw (HUH!)
Bone break you could see the way the clock tick tock tick
Money roll these niggas stop bitch boy (HA!)
Bus Rhymes back up in the cockpit spit toxic always givin niggas hot shit boy (HUH!)
Niggas see me shinnin 'til they sick sick sick (UGH!) any bitch really wanna slob dick boy
So much jewelry nigga lookin priceless out here alot of rappin niggas lookin lifeless out here
Kill 'em 'til they say a nigga triflin out here
And you can let 'em talk you know who the nicest out here
(VROOM VROOM VROOM!) Bike dust pussy!
Betta get low when yuh hear di shot buss pussy!
Everytime I come you know I body niggas fully (HUH!)
Godfather with it while I learn a little rookie
And I'm diggin in your shorty though her pussy kinda bushy (OH!!!)
Fuckin on the low besides she low go under hoodie (YES!)
Hear horn blow my nigga WAMP WAMP WAMP!!!!
Let it go you already know what's really goody (Goody Goody!)
Kill the shit like I'm some kind of cancer (AHHHH!!!) bag your bitch now she my private dancer (Uh Huh!)
I don't understand why niggas feel like they have to
Ask who the God is when you know what's the answer (Uh Huh!)
Chokehold shit 'til they be callin me strangler (YEAH!)
Hundred million dollar safe behind the plasma (Ok!)
Proper with it 'til they spreadin propaganda (Uh huh!) and when I tick tock and we pop your man up
On my Sha-Shabba Ranks, on my, Sha-Shabba Ranks
Nigga, gettin, so much, money, it's like, I JUST, ROBBED A, BANK, NIGGA!!!

[Chorus: A$AP Ferg]
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks

"Trap Anthem" (feat. Migos)

[Intro:]
Migo!
A$AP, A$AP!
Woo! pull up, pull up
Cozy Boys, pull up, pull up

[Chorus - Quavo & A$AP Ferg:]
Pour an 8th, that's a dirty Fanta
That's what I call a Tropicana
Take the blow, hold them at ransom
That's what I call a trap anthem
This is the real trap anthem
Fuck a bad bitch in a Phantom
Fuck a rich bitch in the bathroom
Eyy, this is the real trap anthem

[Verse 1 - A$AP Ferg:]
Swagging on these hoes
Leave these bitches with the dogs
All my niggas in the room
And we finna fuck them all
Bout to hit a Marty Baller
Tell these bitches to bring the sauce
Pockets fat, Ricky Ross
Feeling like I am the boss
Yeah I'm driving the Porsche
I could be flying a coupe
I could be flying the Honda
Nigga I'm swagging on you
Check how I rap in the booth
I'm letting the animal loose
I'm feeling like I'm the nigga that could kill it
Just don't let it happen to you

[Verse 2 - Quavo & Takeoff:]
I'm been in and out of the country
I've been chasing all the money
You know I came from nothing
And the bando still bunking
I keep the banana for monkeys
If I see 12 on the block then we running
The trap is a jungle, no fumbling
If I see fences, my nigga, I'm jumping
This the trap anthem
Migo's, A$AP propaganda
You know we handsome
Your pocket got cancer
Turn the Ritz to Airbnb
She a dirty dancer
We're fucking up that powder
Then fuck Mr. Arm & Hammer
Then make a movie
My nigga pulling up with Uzi's
So don't pursue me
I got more gold than Shaka Zulu
You cannot sue me
I pay my lawyer, he a Jew-y
They try to chew me
That balling nigga tried to do me
Said I influence, the children listen to my music
I told em prove it
Told me some shit and I refuse it
I'm in the kitchen whipping
You might think I'm barbecuing
Whipping, whipping

[Chorus]

"Ja-Rule" (feat. Big Sean)

"Ja-Rule"
(feat. Big Sean)

Flyer than a motherfuckin' propeller
Pretty bad bitch that's so yellow
Finna fuck a clip out for fellas
Get it cracking on a bitch like a old leather
Toupee'd on a bitch like an old fella
Souffle on a bitch cause my dough better
Used to go to Mickie D's with no cheddar
Now my chauffeur getting fuckin' so fed up
Now let's go to Sue's Rendezvous
Most of your crew be strange dudes
Two bitches like deja vu
Blowing that skunk like Pepé Le Pew
Make it hot in here like Nelly
Make her side burn like Ashanti's 'do
Murdering Ink like I'm Irv Gotti
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule

[Hook x4:]
Sing like I'm Ja Rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule
(Where would I be without my baby?)

[Big Sean:]
It's the player you heard of, the young and assertive
I came from the dirt up, and did the unheard of
Hoes say I'm the man, mm-hmm I concur it
I'm young and perverted
If I don't get the pussy or the payment, what the fuck is the purpose?
Don't call on my phone, unless you're the fam or my girl
I'm a just say it's no service, stay connected as cursive
I bet if you put my name on it that I make it bigger
She saying she wanna take a picture, I let her take a picture
But don't send it to me 'less it's fuckin naked pictures
Feel me, I'm into safe sex-y, latex-y, rubber stretch-y
Good weed, no stress-y
You can get your broke bestie, show your chesties
Tell your boyfriend to stay off my testies, lil bitch
What he tryin' to say?
Make that 9 shake, pump up the crime rate
Pump up the value, make that bitch vibrate
Pump up the alcohol on the hydrate, she thirsty
And that's a damn shame
Red bone, white money, blue dream that's my campaign
I order Hors d'oeuvres, roll up more herb
I hit it, I bust, and throw it to Ferg, for sure

[Big Sean:]
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule, hah
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule bitch
Aha, Sean Don, ASAP Mob nigga

[Hook]

Baby, what would I be without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?

"Work (Remix)" (feat. ASAP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James & Schoolboy Q)

"Work (Remix)"
(feat. ASAP Rocky, French Montana, Trinidad James & Schoolboy Q)

[A$AP Ferg:]
I gotta close the window before I record
'Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
Stand up! Ferg... Ar, ar, ar!

Coogi, down, to the, socks, like I'm, Biggie poppa (baby!)
Keep your girl head in my Tommy boxers
But really though, she a silly ho, 'cause you know the Fergenstein getting plenty dough
She don't get nothin' from a nigga though; all she get is hard dick and some Cheerios
Kinda silly though, but I'm lyrical, bet I put him in the dirt with the penny loafs
No tint though, on my window, so you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Ballin'! (Skkrrrrr!) Got me feelin' like Jim Jones
I'm a pimp though, no limp though, couldn't copy my style in Kinkos
Put in work, run up on a killer then I put him in the dirt
Run up in the buildin', semi gon' squirt, that's what a nigga get when they gettin' on my nerves
I ain't lyin' – lay 'em on the curb, ridin' on a killer who be coming at Ferg!
(Damn!) Girl you twerk, twerk that kitty girl make it purr
Put in work, Flacko put 'em in the dirt
French got the shovel he gon' put him in the earth, Trinidad maniac with a all gold hearse
Yeah, uh, put in work, Schoolboy Q with a pound of the purp
So much work he'll smoke up the Earth – Polo Ground, A$AP World

[French Montana:]
(Ha!) That ain't Kanye
That's Montana – loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten homies on it
Her ass fat, you could park ten Tahoes on it
When they mask up, comin' for your ice
When they bare-faced, they coming for your life
Baby don't pray for me pray for the weak
I'm drinkin' lean, it help me sleep
Illuminati? I'm from the streets
Never sold my body, we takin' bodies

[Chorus – A$AP Ferg:]
Put in work, put in work
Put in work, put 'em in the dirt

[Trinidad James:]
Shout out that motherland, 12 years old with guns in hand
They don't ask no questions, nigga, all they do is bang!
Bang, bang! They don't ask no questions
All they do is bang, bang!
I said I do this for them shottas, Trinidad I love ya
I do this for them shottas, Jamaica I'm your brother
I know a bitch from VI, yeah yeah yeah that's my partner
You got a problem with it, then, then, then, then that's your problem
I fuck with Asian niggas, and I fuck with Migos
I fuck with Haitian niggas, all they speak is Creole
I said all I speak is real, y'all niggas might hate me but
That don't get no deal, I said no that don't get no deal
I just now got my deal, but I been gettin' this money
No green card in this struggle, immigration give you nothing
But work... work... work

[Chorus – minus last five words]

[Schoolboy Q:]
Yawk, yawk, yawk, yawk!
A lotta niggas died, should've been from Hoover Street
No I do not have a car, but I could buy one every week
Pimpin' like I'm 33, move keys like I'm 36
Ship O's like I'm 28, Tacoma know I'm pushin' weight
O-X-Y I'm in your state, eatin' off your dinner plate
My heart live where Santa stay, super fly, I need a cape
Bitches throwin' pussy back and forth, they on my dick
Passion drippin' off her lip, she say she never had a crip
Uh, put in work, all big booties make ya twerk
All big titties lift your shirt, show a player what you're worth
Yeah, put in work, spray his ass in front the Church
Deacon said I did my shit, the pastor said, "That nigga turned."
Pop my collar on my shirt, make these bitches go berserk
Shippin' units, Captain Kirk, takin' xannies poppin' percs
Might not last, I'll bomb ya first, turn your backseat to a hearse
Back to the lab with mother Earth, had to give Young Ferg a verse

[A$AP Rocky:]
A lot of homies cried, due to crimes, homicide
Drivin' by, poppin' nines, Pakistan, Columbine
Out of line, pistols barkin', "Ar, ar!" Ride or die
Write a script, design a line, all I see is dollar signs
You want that pretty Flacko? Ratchets, designer jackets
The same niggas who jack it be the first who claim we faggots
My bitch is a movie actress, side bitch won a beauty pageant
Got a chick that worked at Magic, but I'm so damn fine make a bitch look average
See my daddy in heaven, right next to Ferg's
You know what's up I'm throwin' bucks, Loaded Lux (put in work!)

"Love$ick" (feat. A$AP Rocky)

"Love$ick"
(feat. A$AP Rocky)

[A$AP Rocky:]
Please man, pretty please with a cherry on top, ok?

The weather cold
The weather so
Chill, chilly really penguin feather roll
Cause I'm sipping Pro'
Yeah that 'meth is pro'
Promethazine, yeah a stepping stone
Oh they acting up? Get your weapon drawn
They only killing time, another second gone
I heard your man ain't home
Now you melatone
But you acting young
And you hella drunk

[A$AP Rocky:]
I need you
(I'm gonna wait for another moment to come)
I want you
(And I swear to God, you should miss me when I'm gone)
I need you
(I'm a lovesick fuck, feel for these white bitches)

[Mura Masa:]
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you

[A$AP Rocky]
Okay she giving me love
But it fuck my energy up
Every time it finna be summer, only got the memories up us
And now we industry lovers
They making enemies of us
I mean sometimes we in public they drain this energy from us
Visit Italia, be my señorita
La vida or I vida either way you need a reason
I ain't talking bout MasterCards, debit cards either
Credit charge, Kermit the Frog, margaritas
Yeah, I heard she got a man, homie
Yeah, he wanna lay the hands on me
But he should see the way she dance on me
Yeah, wishing I ain't had no pants on me

[Mura Masa:]
I need you
I'm a lovesick fuck
I want you
I'm lovesick fuck

I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you
I need you
I want you, come on fuck me, babe
I need you
I want you

I need you
I'm a lovesick fuck
I want you
I'm a lovesick fuck
I need you
I'm a lovesick fuck
I want you
I'm a lovesick fuck

I'm a lovesick fuck
I'm a lovesick fuck

"Everyday" (feat. Rod Stewart, Miguel, Mark Ronson)

[Rod Stewart:]
Everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes I am

[Miguel:]
So everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow

[A$AP ROCKY:]
Off again did he go
To another dimension my mind
Body, soul imprisoned my eye
Probably going ballistic but listen
I'm missing a couple of screws
They ain't never do dreaming true, you been sipping away at the truth
But besides the wisdom I do-do-do
Rolling do, hitting switches, rolling ditches, blowing kisses
To the bitches, hold the biscuits, what's the business
Beat the system, cold defendants
Blow the symptoms, go to prison
Go to church and pray to father Lord forgive us
And only God can judge me
And he don't like no ugly
I look so fucking good most dykes'll fuck me buddy
Yeah I'm a piece of shit
I know I plead the fifth
I tell her holla if ya need some dick
The devotion its getting hopeless
Behold it I'm getting closest
My soul is I'm seeing ghosts
A solo is now a poet
Hypnosis overdose on potions
Adjusting to the motions
And getting out all my emotions

[Rod Stewart:]
Everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes I am

[Miguel:]
So everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow

[A$AP ROCKY:]
This type of shit make a nigga wanna flip September through August
This type of shit got em busting off the clip in the middle of the office
And a message to the bosses
The Misfits new outfit is on the bloglist
Gorgeous hoes, keep the saying that they cost it
For the Porsche's get em nauseous
Plus I ain't even mad yet, niggas caught me in a good mood
Paparazzi wanna nag a nigga chillin' at the bag check
Wanna show me in my good shoes
When papa got the brand new bag
Flacko got the brand new rag
That's good news
Hood dudes usually don't look like you
How I'm finna get a deal and come back and the whole hood look like you
Screaming "Pimp Squad, hold it down!"
Can't drive, bitch I'm legally blind bitch
If I leave or die, it's up to me to decide
Shit niggas copping guns like they legal to buy
The only key to survive in getting a piece of the pie
Is to agree with them a lot or just believe a facade bitch
And I'll be fine just drinking my wine bitch

[Miguel x2:]
I got the love birds chirpin' out the window
But I don't need love no mo
I'll be fine
Sipping wine
Taking time slowly

[Miguel:]
Everyday I spend my time
Drinking wine, feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand
Yes I am

[Rod Stewart:]
Everyday I spend my time drinking wine
Feeling fine
Waiting here to find the sign
I don't care if I ever know

I got the love birds chirpin' out the window
But I don't need love no mo
I'll be fine
Sipping wine
Taking time slowly
[x2]

"Fuckin' Problems" (feat. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar)

"Fuckin' Problems"
(feat. Drake, 2 Chainz, Kendrick Lamar)

[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fucking problem
If finding somebody real is your fucking problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keef
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fucking bitches, she rollin' swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigga-rish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju... (Okay, I got it)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah hoe this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali (umm)
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow (uhh)
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I'll do ya, beast

[Hook]

"Grown Up" (with Seth Narley)

"Grown Up"
(with Seth Narley)

[Verse 1 - ASAP Rocky:]
Bachelor with no tux, still got my shirt cuffed
Still got my sleeves rolled up and my shirt tucked
Grown up? Sure enough
Sipping on that syrup
Purple Label shit, yeah I wear what I sip
Scarface vision, see my visions on a blimp
And a quarter key will turn a G into a gent
All-purpose flow, we are the great
I'm so Kurtis Blow, and these are the breaks
My Christian Louboutins got nails, give me hammer toes
Niggas get shy when that camera rolls
Drop crotch pants will remind you of them Hammer clothes
All-yellow Phantom, I'm like Yeezy in that amber Rolls
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha," but who am I kidding?
No way I could afford it so for now I'm just pretending
How these gold diggers digging without a single pot to piss in?
Cause my pockets full of lint and my heart is full of vision
I'm grown

[Bridge - ASAP Rocky:]
I don't do kid stuff much
Niggas say, "Now, nigga all grown up"
I don't hear y'all much
I'm all grown up
Tough luck

[Verse 2 - Seth Narley:]
Curtains drawn and six dudes back
The chauffeur ride in the front as we speed to the dot
Deanna waits along with the classy mist
My waist my shoulder blades the type you can't resist
Picture this: being 21 with a gift
Bamas don't understand how I'm [?]-swif
Or I'm MJ-nice, like Jordan up on the mic
Amen for the new saviors of rap
My birth's 3/89 but I'm 30 up on the track
That's grown man, little homie, that's real rap
Y'all trying to switch up the style, I'm bringing Versace back
Giovanni, Medusa, and all black
Hot boy, I done ran through hell and walked back
Passport is stamped from sightseeing the map
And to think, I'm asleep but won't blink
I'm dreamin all this within
Young Leo, Inception
Come again?
No offense, but fuck whoever said wearing slims was a trend
More like a lifestyle in the rawest form
All grown up, nothing like before

"Uptown" (feat. TY Nast, Two Twelve Mel)

"Uptown"
(feat. TY Nast, Two Twelve Mel)

[Hook - Lil Wayne:]
I'm so uptown
And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
I'm so uptown
And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
Don't go uptown [8x]

[Verse 1 - A$AP Rocky:]
(Uptown, uptown)
A$AP where my crew at
Swag so sick where the birds caught the flu at
All the hoes know me, don't need to ask, "Who dat?"
Or where the heat at, my nigga, cause we do that
And pistol-popping get it popping, niggas better move that
Cause we get a Glock and with the stock and he ain't scared to shoot it like
4 Gs: blew that, G4: flew that
I'm the shit, you must admit, true that
I'm so uptown
Niggas know we get it from the low uptown
Gold, got dro, got snow uptown
Bitch-shit niggas scared to go uptown
We making Manhattan, whip game proper
Them might be the product of the locker
ASAP, know I'm gonna prosper
Don't care, cause I'm only ? as my posture

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - TY Nast:]
Boom, nigga, Nast in the house
Flow like a drug, pass it around
Fag, you're in doubt, what you rapping about?
ASAP nigga, trash on the couch
Glass to the mouth, Patrón in the system
Tool on the waist just in case I gotta fix em
Bullets like fiends just dying to hit them
Nigga did I mention, swag house nigga
Get slapped in your shit if you badmouth nigga
Left the Range in the garage and brought the Jag out, nigga
Nast be the shit that you brag about, nigga
I ain't even tryna hear about your hereabouts, nigga
Weird-ass nigga, scared-ass nigga
I am done with this track, did you hear that, nigga?
[?] and I did wrap niggas
Try to step on my throne? Bitch, this is my home

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Two Twelve Mel:]
I'm a uptown blood slime
Balling's in my blood line
Pants sagging real low, I'm running from the one time
Free Church boy, yeah, my nigga caught a gun crime
Mobbing on Lenox and I'm grinding 'til the sunrise
I'm really getting dope, boy, free my nigga Dough boy
Catch me on Broadway, we got it for the low, boy
And I got flow, boy, in other words, hoes, boy
Body after body, yeah, you already know boy
I'm bumping Old Boy, classic Harlem shit
True Religion, who you kiddin? Nigga started this
Young 12 get it gang, got the hardest shit
Polo down to the socks, looking marvelous
I'm from the home of the free S
I'm Grade on the West like I'm Gucci on the ES
Aura like GS, stepping out the GX
ASAP up, y'all niggas kill me with the BS
PS:

[Hook]

"Get High" (feat. DEEFERG)

"Get High"
(feat. DEEFERG)

[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Aye lady, got something for you to buy now
Something cool, something new
Something for you to try now
I know you feel alone but I'm gonna get you high now
Now that you high, take your clothes off, and lie down

[Hook]
We get high
She said, we smoking reefer
Got her open now she hoping we get high
She said, we smoking reefer
I got her sipping now she tripping

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Come, listen, yeah I can be your E-pill
Better yet your He-pill
When it come to tricking D-pills
She say that my pipe is crack and you know I'm gonna get very ill
So I just penetrate and hit her with my needle
She need ill, to stay alive
Keep my crack in between her thighs
When she smoke she feel her high, delicate enough to make her cry
(I think she need new lungs, cause my bitch she get)

[Hook]

[Bridge]
I can be your pusher, know you need your pusher
Get it how live it when you know you need the hook up
I can get it cook up, know I got you shook up

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
I'm yo pusher, but I don't be on no corners
Put me in your nose, inhale my aroma
Shit so potent, shit stronger than ammonia
O.D. and fuck around and slip into a coma

[Hook]

"Purple Swag"

"Purple Swag"

[Intro:]
Smoke, Ty Beats
Better do it 'til we get right, uhh

[Bridge:]
This is for my niggas getting high on the regular
This is for my bitches getting high on the regular

[Verse 1:]
Purple drink, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, I'm coming down, that paint drip, I still tip
That pimp shit, she ain't plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit
That's swag, bitch

[Hook:]
Everything is purple (Swag)

[Verse 2:]
Purple swag, purple swag, I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone
I'm getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on
I'm flexing steel, I'm flexing steel, I'm sitting high, I'm tipping slow
I'm Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow
(I got these boppas going crazy, they see me coming
Robitussin, quit discussing, ASAP tell these niggas something, swag)

[Hook]