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Some might even die before the revolution comes

LAST POETS - WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES 1970

When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes some of us will probably catch it on TV, with chicken hanging from our mouths. Youll know its revolution cause there wont be no commercials When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Preacher pimps are gonna split the scene with the communion wine stuck in their back pockets Faggots wont be so funny then and all the junkies will quit their noddin and wake up When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Transit cops will be crushed by the trains after losing their guns and blood will run through the streets of Harlem drowning anything without substance When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes Our pearly white teeth froth the mouths that speak of revolution without reverence The cost of revolution is 360 degrees understand the cycle that never ends Understand the beginning to be the end and nothing is in between but space and time that I make or you make to relate or not to relate to the world outside my mind your mind. Speak not of revolution until you are willing to eat rats to survive When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes; guns and rifles will be taking the place of poems and essays. Black cultural centers will forts supplying the revolutionaries with food and arms when the revolution comes When the revolution comes White death will froth the walls of museums and churches breaking the lies that enslaved our mothers when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Jesus Christ is gonna be standing on the corner of Lennox Ave and 125th St trying to catch the first gypsy cab out of Harlem, when the revolution comes When the revolution comes Jew merchants will give away motza balls and gifilka fish to anyone they see with afros. Frank Shieffin will give away the Apollo to the first person he sees wearing a blue dashiki, when the revolution comes When the revolution comes afros gone be trying to straighten their heads and straightened heads gone be tryin to wear afros When the revolution comes When the revolution comes When the revolution comes But until then you know and I know niggers will party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party and bullshit and party...

THE SUGARHILL GANG LYRICS 1979

I said a hip hop, Hippie to the hippie, The hip, hip a hop, and you dont stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie, To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. Now, what you hear is not a test - Im rappin to the beat, And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet. See, I am Wonder Mike, and Id like to say hello, To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, The purple and yellow. But first, I gotta Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie, Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie, Lets rock, you dont stop, Rock the rhythm thatll make your body rock. Well so far youve heard my voice but I brought two friends along, And the next on the mic is my man Hank, Cmon, Hank, sing that song! Check it out, Im the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A, And the rest is F-L-Y, You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix, And these reasons Ill tell you why. You see, Im six foot one, and Im tons of fun When I dress to a T, You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously. I got bodyguards, I got two big cars That definitely aint the wack, I got a Lincoln Continental and a sunfoofed Cadillac. So after school I take a dip in the pool, Which is really on the wall, I got a colour TV, so I can see The Knicks play basketball. Hear me talk about Checkbooks, credit cards, mo money Than a sucker could ever spend, But I wouldnt give a sucker or a bum form the Rucker Not a dime til I made it again. Everybody go Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) Cos Im a get a fly girl, Gonna get some spank n drive off in a def OJ. Everybody go Ho-tel, Mo-tel, Holiday Inn, Say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend. Master Gee! My mellow! Its on to you, so whatcha gonna do? Well, its onnnonnon onnon, The beat dont stop until the break of dawn. I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E, I said I go by the unforgettable name Of the man they call the Master Gee. Well, my name is known all over the world By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls. Im goin down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be. Now Im feelin the highs and youre feelin the lows, The beat starts gettin into your toes You start poppin your fingers and stompin your feet And movin your body while while youre sitting in your seat And then damn! Ya start doin the freak, I said Damn! Right outta your seat Then you throw your hands high in the air, Ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere Ya rockin to the beat without a care,

With the sureshot MCs for the affair. Now, Im not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same. I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes All Im here to do, ladies, is hypnotize Singin onnnonnon onnon, The beat dont stop until the break of dawn Singin onnnonnon onnon, Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie Pop da pop pop, dont you dare stop Come alive yall, gimme whatcha got I guess by now you can take a hunch And find that I am the baby of the bunch But thats okay, I still keep in stride, Cos all Im here to do is just wiggle your behind Singin onnnonnon onnon, The beat dont stop until the break of dawn. Singin onnnonnon onnon, Rock rock, yall, throw it on the floor Im gonna freak you here, Im gona freak you there, Im gonna move you outta this atmosphere. Cos Im one of a kind and Ill shock your mind Ill put TNT in your behind. I said One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor A-come alive, yall, a-gimme whatcha got Cos Im guaranteed to make you rock I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike What are you waiting for? I said a hip hop, The hippie to the hippie The hip hip a hop, and you dont stop, a rock it To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie, To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat. A Skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo, And guess what, America, we love you Cos you rocked and a rolled with so much soul, You could rock til a hundred and one years old. I dont mean to brag, I dont mean to boast, But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast Rock it up, Baby Bubba! Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie To the beat, beat, its unique Come on everybody and dance to the beat! [Drum break] A hip hop The hippie to the hippie the Hip hip a hop and you dont stop, rock it Rock it out, Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang The boogie to the boogie, the beat. I said, I cant wait til the end of the week When Im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat And I attempt to raise your body heat. Just blow your mind, so you cant speak And do a thing but a-rock and shuffle your feet And let it change up to a dance called the freak And when you finally do come into your rhythmic beat, Reast a little while so you dont get weak. I know a man named Hank He has more rhymes than a serious bank So come on Hank, sing that song, To the rhythm of the boogie, the bang bang da bong! Well, Im Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp, The women fight for my delight.

But Im the grandmaster with the three MCs That shock the house for the young ladies And when you come inside, into the front, You do the freak, spank, and do the bump And when the sucker MC try to prove a point, Were a treacherous trio, were the serious joint! a-From sun to sun and from time to time I sit down and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that miracles never cease Ive created a devastating masterpiece Im gonna rock the mic til you cant resist, Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was walking home late one afternoon A reporter stopped me for an interview She said shes heard stories and shes heard fables That Im vicious on the mic and the turntable This young reporter I did adore, So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before She said, Damn, fly guy, Im in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true I said, By the way, baby, whats your name? Said, I go by name of Lois Lane And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can, Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman. I said, Hes a fairy, I do suppose Flyin through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy, or even cute, But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit, I said, You need a man man whos got finesse And his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night, But can he rock a party til the early light? He cant satisfy you with his little worm, But I can bust you out with my super sperm! I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it. An Im here an Im there, Im Big Ban Hank, Im everywhere Just throw your hands up in the air And party hardy like you just dont care Lets do it, dont stop, yall, a tick tock, yall, you dont stop! Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) Im gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ, Everybody go, Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn You say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend I say skip, dive, what can I say? I cant fit em all inside my OJ, So I just tak half, and bust em out, I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house It was twelve oclock one Friday night I was rockin to the beat and feelin all right Everybody was dancin on the floor Doin all the things they never did before And then this fly girl with a sexy lean She came into the bar, she came into the scene She travelled deeper inside the room All the fellas checked out her white Sassoons She came up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, its time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house, this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now the group you hear is called Phase Two And let me tell you somethin, were a helluva crew Once a week, were on the street Just to cut in the jams and look at your feet For you to party, you gotta have the moves, So well get right down and get you a groove

For you to dance, you got to be hot So well get right down and make you rock Now the systems on and the girls are there You definitely have a rockin affair But let me tell you somethin, theres still one fact And to have a party, you got to have a rap So when the partys over, youre makin it home, And tryin to sleep before the break of dawn And while youre sleepin, you start to dream, And thinkin how you danced on the disco scene My name appears in your mind, Yeah, a name you know that was right on time It was Phase Two just doin a do Rockin you down cos you knew we could To the rhythm of the beat that makes you freak, Come alive girls, get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat To the double beat beat that makes you freak To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on Onnon into the break of dawn Now I got a man comin on right now Hes garuanteed to throw down He goes by the name of Wonder Mike Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like! I say a can of beer thats sweeter than honey, Like a millionaire that has no money Like a rainy day that is not wet, Like a gamblin fiend that does not bet Like Dracula without his fangs, Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang Like collard greens that dont taste good, Like a tree thats not made out of wood Like goin up and not comin down, Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound To the beat beat, you do the freak Everybody just rock and dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friends house to eat And the food just aint no good? The macaronis soggy, the peas are mushed, And the chicken tastes like wood So you try to play it off like you think you can By saying that youre full And then your friend says, Mama, hes just being polite He aint finished, uh-uh, thats bull! So your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie And you say that you already ate And your friend says Man, theres plenty of food So you pile some more on your plate While the stinky foods steamin, your mind starts to dreamin Of the moment that its time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin Into something that looks like cheese Oh so you say Thats it, I gotta leave this place I dont care what these people think, Im just sittin here makin myself nauseous With this ugly food that stinks So you bust out the door while its still closed Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief From a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend two weeks later To see how he has been And he says, I understand about the food, Baby Bubba, but were still friends With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie The hip hip a hop, a you dont stop the rockin

To the bang bang boogie Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat I say, Hank, can ya rock? Can ya rock to the rhythm that just dont stop? Can ya hip me to the shoobie doo? I said, Come on, make, make the people move! I go to the balls and then ring the bell Because I am the man with the clientele And if ya ask me why I rock so well, A Big Bang, I got clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best advice I ever had It came from my wise, dear old dad He said, Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you And dont say a word until Im through Now theres a time to laugh, a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized or act real ill But whatever you do in your lifetime You never let an MC steal your rhyme So from six to six til this very day Ill always remember what he had to say So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style I let them know that Im versatile I got style, finesse, and a little black book Thats filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look But the thing that seperates you from me And that is called originality Because my rhymes are on from what you heard I didnt even bite, not a go---word And I say a little more, later on tonight So the sucker MCs can bite all night A tick a tock, yall, a beat beat, yall A lets rock, yall, you dont stop Ya go, Ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?) Ya say, Im gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and Drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn Ya say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friends A like that, yall, to the beat, yall Beat beat yall, ya dont stop! A Master Gee, my mellow Its on to you so whatcha gonna do? Well, like Johnny Carson on the Late Show A like Frankie Crocker in stereo Well like the Barkays singin Holy Ghost The sounds to throw down, theyre played the most Its like my man Captain Sky Whose name he earned with his super sperm We rock and we dont stop Get off, yall, Im here to give you whatcha got To the beat that it makes you freak And come alive, girl, get on your feet A like a Perry Mason without a case Like Farrah Fawcett without her face Like the Barkays on the mic Like gettin down right for you tonight Like movin your body so you dont know how Right to the rhythm and throw down Like comin alive to the Master Gee The brother who rocks so viciously I said the age of one, my life begun

At the age of two I was doin the do At the age of three, it was you and me Rockin to the sounds of the Master Gee At the age of four, I was on the floor Givin all the freaks what they bargained for At the age of five I didnt take no jive With the Master Gee its all the way live At the age of six I was a-pickin up sticks Rappin to the beat, my stick was fixed At the age of seven, I was rockin in heaven Dontcha know I went off I gotta run on down to the beat you see Gettin right on down, makin all the girls Just take off their clothes to the beat the beat To the double beat beat that makes you freak At the age of eight, I was really great Cause every night, you see, I had a date At the age of nine, I was right on time Cause every night I had a party rhyme Going onnnonn on onnon The beat dont stop until the break of dawn A sayin onnnonn on onnon Like a hot buttered de pop pop de popcorn...

LIFE GOES ON - 2PAC 1996

How many brothas fell victim to tha streetz Rest in peace young nigga, theres a Heaven for a G be a lie, If I told ya that I never thought of death my niggas, we tha last ones left but life goes on..... As I bail through tha empty halls breath stinkin in my jaws ring, ring, ring quiet yall incoming call plus this my homie from high school hes getting bye Its time to bury another brotha nobody cry life as a baller alchol and booty calls we usta do them as adolecents do you recall? raised as Gs loced out and blazed the weed get on tha roof lets get smoked out and blaze with me 2 in tha morning and we still high assed out screamin thug till I die before I passed out but now that your gone im in tha zone thinkin I dont wanna die all alone but now ya gone and all I got left are stinkin memories I love them niggas to death im drinkin Hennessy while tryin ta make it last I drank a 5th for that ass when you passed.... cause life goes on [Chorus] [Verse Two:] Yeah nigga I got tha word as hell ya blew trial and tha judge gave you 25 with an L time to prepare to do fed time wont see parole imagine life as a convict thats getten old plus with tha drama were lookin out for your babies mama taken risks, while keepin cheap tricks from gettin on her... life in tha hood... is all good for nobody remember gamin on dumb hoties at chill parties Me and you No true a two while scheming on hits and gettin tricks that maybe we can slide into

THE MESSAGE - GRANDMASTER FLASH AND THE FURIOUS FIVE 1982

Its like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from goin under [Verse 1] Broken glass everywhere People pissin on the stairs, you know they just dont care I cant take the smell, cant take the noise Got no money to move out, I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room, roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tried to get away but I couldnt get far Cause a man with a tow truck repossessed my car [Hook] Dont push me cause Im close to the edge Im trying not to lose my head Its like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under [Verse 2] Standin on the front stoop hangin out the window Watchin all the cars go by, roarin as the breezes blow Crazy lady, livin in a bag Eatin outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag Said shell dance the tango, skip the light fandango A Zircon princess seemed to lost her senses Down at the peep show watchin all the creeps So she can tell her stories to the girls back home She went to the city and got so so seditty She had to get a pimp, she couldnt make it on her own [Hook] [Verse 3] My brothers doin bad, stole my mothers TV Says she watches too much, its just not healthy All My Children in the daytime, Dallas at night

but now you burried rest nigga cause I aint worried eyes bluried sayin goodbye at the cemetary tho memories fade I got your name tated on my arm so we both ball till my dying days before I say goodbye Kato and Mental rest in peace Thug till I die [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Bury me smilin with Gs in my pocket have a party at my funeral let every rapper rock it let tha hoes that I usta know from way before kiss me from my head to my toe give me a paper and a pen so I can write about my life of sin a couple bottles of Gin incase I dont get in tell all my people im a Ridah nobody cries when we die we outlaws let me ride until I get free I live my life in tha fast lane got police chasen me to my niggas from old blocks from old crews niggas that guided me through back in tha old school pour out some liquor have a toast for tha homies see we both gotta die but ya chose to go before me and brothas miss ya while your gone you left your nigga on his own how long we mourn life goes on... [Chorus repeats to end] [sung overtop repeating chorus] Life goes on homie gone on, cause they passed away Niggas doin life Niggas doin 50 and 60 years and shit I feel ya nigga, trust me I feel ya You know what I mean last year we poured out liquor for ya this year nigga, life goes on were gonna clock now get money evade bitches evade tricks give players plenty space and basicaly just represent for you baby next time you see your niggas

your gonna be on top nigga their gonna be like, Goddamn, them niggas came up thats right baby life goes on.... and we up out this bitch hey Kato, Mental yall niggas make sure its popin when we get up there dont front.

U CANT TOUCH THIS - MC HAMMER -1990

You cant touch this You cant touch this You cant touch this You cant touch this You cant touch this My, my, my music hits me so hard Makes me say Oh, my Lord Thank you for blessing me With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet It feels good, when you know youre down A super dope homeboy from the Oak town And Im known as such And this is a beat, uh, you cant touch I told you, homeboy (You cant touch this) Yeah, thats how we living and you know (You cant touch this) Look at my eyes, man (You cant touch this) Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics (You cant touch this) Fresh new kicks, advance You gotta like that, now, you know you wanna dance So move, outta your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While its rollin, hold on Pump a little bit and let em know its goin on Like that, like that Cold on a mission so fall them back Let em know, that youre too much And this is a beat, uh, you cant touch Yo, I told you (You cant touch this) Why you standin there, man? (You cant touch this) Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka (You cant touch this) Give me a song or rhythm Makin em sweat, thats what Im givin em Now, they know You talkin about the Hammer, you talkin about a show Thats hype and tight Singers are sweatin so pass them a wipe Or a tape, to learn Whats it gonna take in the nineties to burn The charts? Legit Either work hard or you might as well quit Thats word because you know You cant touch this, you cant touch this Break it down Stop, Hammer time

Go with the funk, it is said If you cant groove to this Then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust a few moves Run your fingers through your hair This is it, for a winner Dance to this and youre gonna get thinner Move, slide your rump Just for a minute lets all do the bump, bump, bump Yeah (You cant touch this) Look, man (You cant touch this) You better get hype, boy Because you know you cant (You cant touch this) Ring the bell, schools back in Break it down Stop, Hammer time You cant touch this You cant touch this You cant touch this Break it down Stop, Hammer time Every time you see me The Hammers just so hype Im dope on the floor and Im magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doing this? With others makin records that just dont hit Ive toured around the world, from London to the Bay Its Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo, Hammer And the rest can go and play You cant touch this You cant touch this You cant touch this Yeah, you cant touch this I told you, you cant touch this Too hype, cant touch this Get way outta here, you cant touch this

50 CENT - P.I.M.P 2003

I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P Now shorty, she in the club, she dancin for dollars She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them trick niggas in her ear sayin they think about her I got the bitch by the bar, tryin to get a drink up out her She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause Im from New York I aint that nigga tryin to holla cause I want some head Im that nigga tryin to holla cause I want some bread I could care less how she perform when she in the bed Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid Look baby this is simple, you cant see You fuckin with me, you fuckin with a P I M P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P Im bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me If you fuckin with me, Im a P I M P Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy Head full of hair, bitch Im a P I M P Come get money with me, if you curious to see How it feels to be with a P I M P Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV From the backseat of my V, Im a P I M P Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall If ever you needed someone, Im the one you should call Ill be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall If you got problems, I can solve em, they big or they small That other nigga you be with aint bout shit Im your friend, your father, and confidant, bitch! I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P

I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P I told you fools before, I stay with the tools I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels I holla at a hoe, till I got a bitch confused She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes Im shoppin for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper Man this hoe you can have her, when Im done I aint gonna keep her Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know You sayin its secret, but you aint gotta keep it on the low Bitch choose with me, Ill have you strippin in the street Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat Now nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread The last nigga she was with, put stitches in her head Get your hoe out of pocket, Ill put a charge on a bitch Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six Hoe make a pimp rich, I aint payin bitch Catch a date, suck a dick, shit, trick! I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P I dont know what you heard about me But a bitch cant get a dollar out of me No Cadillac, no perms, you cant see That Im a motherfuckin P I M P Yeah, in Hollywoood they say, theres no bness like show bness In the hood they say, theres no bness like hoe bness, you know They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster I aint gotta slow down for you to catch up, bitch! Ha ha ha, yea Read more: 50 Cent - P.I.M.P. Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Lil Wayne Ft. T.I. FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt 2013

I mean its simple Cant fuck wit us [Verse 1 : Lil Wayne] I got money on yo head I dont do my dirty work I cut off my hands, I dont even touch the work I pray these niggas dont fuck with me And I dont like to curse in church And my girl pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworths I mean that, believe that Dont be short with that work nigga We find out where yo ho work nigga We follow your moms from church nigga You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher Getem Tune I dont really fuck around with certain niggas Fuck all yall niggas, except my niggas These niggas hustling backwards Check ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors OG kush keep my mind clearer That choppa get yo mind right I got 2 choppas thats chopsticks Eat yo block up like shrimp fried rice Been so long since I seen my eyes white You know I smoke like dry ice Better stay in yo lane or get sideswiped Its going down, let me straighten up and fly right Still cant turn a ho into a housewife Man its like some things will never change You aint got a shot in a gun range These chumps aint even got chump change Uh yea, and dont fuck with me, you know Im Gotti Check yourself before I sign it Yea, Im shinin on these niggas, no horizon Yea, and its going down if Im her pilot Uh, my new car is so robotic My new bitch is so provided Money talks, yours like no comment Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace Desert Eagle like the Mojave I get my work from Rico Suave uh Its a Rollie if I got time on my hand You ever see me broke? Write on my cast Boy my weed so good I cry when its gone Had a phone in jail, thats a cellphone Yea, Im bout to buy a machinegun We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps Im sittin on some train tracks Hopin that bitch speed up Im strong-arming these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized Put me in a hospital room, full of flat lines Im Tunechi Lee immortal My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I take yo order? I say Testarossa over testimony Got so much shit built up you could smell it on me Fuck all yall niggas in Swahili nigga, Aint nothing free round here but Willy, nigga

Ak-47, call it Mr. Biggs All my niggas blood, fuck yo syringe Chop his head off, put it in the fridge Try not to mistake that shit for dinner Dedication [Verse 2 : T.I.] Hey let me introduce you nigga to America most Every nigga round with me carry a tote Sadity bitches like a nigga Tune on the low They just be like 10 and be doing the most Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the boat Im on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the boat What you nigga make a year I could do it to blow You keep on playin with me, bet Ill put a few in you ho The fate of a fuck nigga, we soon to see These niggas sweet as perfume to me I mean really like cartoon to me Aint nobody fuckin with Tune and me Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we trust Young Money Cash Money, they down with us I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna give the ho up And dont buck shawty listen, you dont really know us We a bust a nigga head, leave him layin for dead I get caught with a banger, Ima lay in the feds In gen pop nigga every day in the feds I was chillin on the yard, really going hard And these pussy niggas catchin feelings over broads King pussy nigga but Im really like a god A town nigga, bank head Im about it Everybody know to fuck with me cuz I got it