cope2
the music credit goes 2 streetworkmusic you can check all of his beats overhere
cope2
the music credit goes 2 streetworkmusic you can check all of his beats overhere
http://www.youtube.com/user/Streetwor...
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some pics of the godfather of graffiti seen
the beat is from streetworkmusic you can c
some pics of the godfather of graffiti seen
the beat is from streetworkmusic you can check all of his beats overhere
http://www.youtube.com/user/StreetworkMusic
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RING, RING]
(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. Nigga
RING, RING]
(Hello? Aw shit, nigga. What the fuck time is it, man?
Oh god damn. Nigga do you know what time it is?
Aw shit, what the fuck's goin' on? You alright?
Aw, nigga what the fuck is wrong wit you?)
When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict shit
No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion
She don't even love me like she did when I was younger
Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2
Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't,
I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' me
Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone
She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.
I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
[BANG]
(hey yo big...hey yo big)
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[SPM]
Behind this walls, I'ma find out what's going on
I'm gonna find
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[SPM]
Behind this walls, I'ma find out what's going on
I'm gonna find, the cure for our peoples down fall
I'm gone find out, why we filling up penitentiaries
Faster than they can build them
I'm gonna to find out, why half of our population
Is behind bars and penitentiaries and caught in the system
I'm gone to find out, why all of our people are getting locked up
I'm gonna find the answers, we're on the inside of this hat
I promise, we're only gonna get stronger
[Verse 1]
Just me and you, lets take the town over
You my best friend and a down soldier
At your apartments we can stack dollars
Families to see how the grass hoppers
So I trust you, love you like a brother
I wish you knew she's a _ and I could _ her
But I haven't, I know she hold your heart
You know the streets but you not so hoe smart
Fuck it though! Lets make fast fitty maine
Hits this muthafuckin' streets like some heavy rain
You got kick do' burglarers and murderers
If a fiend wants a front take his furniture
We a team, that's how it should of been
Whether shooting hoops or selling dope at Will & Glen
Public housing on Fridays pushing thousands
Fifty fifty together we was moving mountains
[Chorus]
One day they will come
And try to take your life away
For when devils strike
It's a love thing
They just love to see when you down maine
For when devils strike
[Verse 2]
I get a call from my boy bout seven thirty
Eating pizza with my bitch watching Eddie Murphy
He said his working but something went wrong
I grab my gat and put my bullet prove vest on
He said meet him at Palace Inn room six
Turns out he was smoking crack with two chicks
He said "Los I took a few hits at two A.M
After that I haven't stopped until you came in
Got twelve rocks left out of forty foo
Take what I got or I'll smoke 'em too
See the money started coming in real late
So I tried some, just to be awake
I thought it be like coke that's why I did it
But man it's like ten times more addictive"
That night he turned into a crack head
A month later, my boy looked half dead
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Cops caught him with a pipe full of residue
I was sad but I felt it would help him too
He got two years now his getting healthier
His in the pen, and I regret I felt for her
I took her out to a place called Wizard Lounge
She had soda, me I was zipping Crown
We agreed on a friendly date, no touching
By the end of the night we was both fuckin'
At my trailer was the first time that we did it
I know it hurts, so I won't get that specific
But remember on the first day you got out?
And we met right in front of your mom's house
I cried like a pig, I was feeling low
I couldn't tell you, cause I knew you would kill the hoe
I was mad at me and I hated her
A month later, she asked if I came in her
She got pregnant and didn't know whose it was
If you high right now, you might lose your buzz
But in court, she lied and said it never happened
Now she suing for the money that I get from rappin'
I lost the case, but how did I expect to win?
When my jury didn't have one Mexican
And they knew I didn't do that dumb shit
Now I gotta show 'em who they _ with
[Chorus]
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[Lil Wayne]
Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair
[Lil Wayne]
Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha fuck a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you mop em,
You cant stand em then you drop em,
You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,
[Cory Gunz]
Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanilli's in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont give top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
An I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guinea's wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha
[these lyrics unconfirmed in album version but present in mixtape version]
young money
C3
nay nay, daddys better
ok
a millionaire im a young money millionaire
what chyall really want it now
y'all dont really wanna do it
if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid
and I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
notice I say 'it' cuz to me, it ain't shit
get. it.
call me whacha like trick?
call me on my sidekick
never answer when its private
man I hate a shy chick
don't you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'
she changed her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy thats my girl
and she pops excellent up in waynes world
totally dude you should
see their faces when they see that
this robot can move
and its like...
hahaha, yea
and it go...
thats right
I'm a millionaire I'm a
young money cash money fast money
slow money mo' money neva low money
what is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a 'rest in peace' shirt of it
tell those n***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, murder me
and i'm a, murderer
so I murdered it
and you n***** is what i eatin ill make sure of it
and he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him
sherbet him, I mean
shame on him, or her
Carter, Father of
this rap thang, this is my race
gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon' take a nap man, its nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time
Weezy... F.... yea, ok
they say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
my name ain't bic, but I keep that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall knew dat
true dat swallow
and i be the shhhh
now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
but I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
hahaha
and I'd rather be pushing flowers,
than to be in the penn sharing showers
see Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
dont play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me
man, life, just ain't life, without me
hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me
young moola baby
C3
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I'm in the lab no pad no pen just a styrofoam cup so I can pour 4 in
Up in the studio
I'm in the lab no pad no pen just a styrofoam cup so I can pour 4 in
Up in the studio me and my drank
Diezel on the beat and let me do my thang
Thinkin bout a certain...certain somebody
that perfect somebody sexy purple body
she got service road curves and highway eyes
the road to her soul, just follow the road signs
and holla if you hear me i love it when she near me
i hate when she away and satan see the day
that hell freeze over before i let her go and let one of you bitch niggas get her no no no
you dont know how to treat her
you dont know that i need her
hey...do you know that i need ya
Cuz baby right now
Im feelin like the whole world is against me
Ever since the death of pimp c
But me im up in the studio me and my drank
Me and my drank me and my drank
Im up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
You sit on 24's i sip on 24's
You sit on 24's i sip on 24's
Drop a 4 in a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Drop a 4 in 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Im ridin out leanin never noddin out my girl trippin den i gotta hear my momma mouth
My home boys say i should slow down a little
But this shit im on make me slow down a lot
You bottle pop, i buy a bottle pop
Drop some syrup in it, get out my waffle house i live in waynes world rappers in our south
and this is how we do it, do it in our south
One more ounce will make me feel so great
Wait..now i cant feel my face
Um up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please don't judge me
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please don't judge me
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
So far all of ya who ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E. the barre baby
Was a southside living legend of 3rd ward go hard street veteran
And it all started a 9-3
Highschool he was a fool he was only 18
With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rollin in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd ward
It was aww momma leave em with a trace of Mo E
And promethyzein and he a codeine fiend
And his team was the coldest everyday they rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick ckuz its tha screwed up click
the Barre Baby, Barre Baby, Barre Baby
I sip that Big Mo, i drink that Pimp c
Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C
I sip that Big Mo, i drink that pimp c
Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C
And f**k what they say
Mr.DJ Screw Imma do this for you
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Yea..Uhuh..Yea
I usually don't do this but...
Ahem...
Yea T you gotta feel me
Sippin on some drink the color purple like sili
Really they say I should chill before it kills me
But so will a car crash or a nine milli
And I aint even mention cigarettes or airplanes
So grab a pint heres a sprite we can share Wayne
Yea Mayne...tastes so sweet and I aint gonna have a seat
Cuz I don't wanna fall asleep
So just pour it in my drink and ima sip till I lean hard
Drink got me moving slower than a retard
So press record and hear these hot raps
Im in the booth cup on me like a jock-strap
And I will not nap until the bottles empty
Then I pour a little more for past Screw and Pimp C
And I would stop but believe it I cant
So till Short is gone its just me and my drink
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me and my drank
Uh uh Up in the studio me and my drank, me and my drank, me me and my drank
Up in the studio me and my drink, me and my drink, me and my drink
Me and my drink
Up in the studio someone pour another 4
OOo...hoooaaa
Yea...
I told a bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great
Wait..now I can't feel my face
Will somebody please please double cup me
And tell the world please please dont judge me
Will somebody please please double cup me
And everybody please please dont judge me
You sit on 24's..we sip on 24's
You sit on 24's..we we we
drop a 4 in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
drop a 4 in the 20 ounce and call it 24's
I'm in the lab no pad no pen just a styrofoam cup so I can pour
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