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[Intro]
PG County Police! Get your hands above your fuckin’ heads!

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Stick a middle-class kid in a bad school and that’s me (hi)
The bad apple that dangled up on the fam’s tree
Ballin’ to be like 2K, no Raz B
My fruit been forbidden, you niggas ain’t gotta ask Eve
The first one in my family to see the
Penitentiary when I shoulda been seein’ C’s, B’s
A’s too, mama and Martin just wasn’t able
To keep me studyin’ history in their teepee
Where the hoes at? Yeah, and not the navajos
Skippin’ Spanish with your bitch like vamanos
At night, hit the lick with the toasty toast
Hit the alley, then I hit 12 with the okie doke (haha)
You’ll never catch me (ha,) you’ll never catch me
My description was a 5’9" nigga with mild acne
Ski mask, coat and boots make me look like a tall athlete
So they lose every time that they thinkin’ they ’bout to bag me

[Chorus: Jay IDK]
We (yeah)
We don’t give a fuck about you (right)
Your homie on your block’ll get it too (woo!)
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know you (right)
Don’t make me put a hit out on you (bop, bop, bop)
Don’t make me and my niggas come through (yeah)
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know

[Bridge: Swizz Beatz]
Goddammit!
Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Oh)
I ain’t have to do it, but I did it still (woo)
What I’m s’posed to do? Call God now? (Right)
What I’m s’posed to do? Call God now? (Yeah)
Press your life, how the fuck you feel? (Woo!)
I ain’t have to do it, but I did it still (Oh)
Oh you actin’ hard now? (Oh)
Oh you actin’ hard?

[Verse 2: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz]
Oh goddamn, yes the hell I am
I’ma run up in your house just to say I can
Tell a ho that I love her when the shit ain’t true
When I hit, she my bitch when she think she my boo
That’s fucked up, I know, but fuck that, I’m grown
I used to hit it in the kitchen when my mama not home
That’s messed up…
I’m tryna right my wrongs
But I’m sorry, them same wrongs help me write this song
Okay, runnin’ halls, runnin’ school, runnin’ home
Runnin’ pockets, gang gang (oh!)
Runnin’ church, mama say I don’t even pay attention anyway (real)
After church, call the clique, smoke the spliff, hit the lick, split the shit
Take this check, buy some kicks, man it’s it, yeah that’s it (right)
Told my job that I quit, tell the truth, I got fired
Boss said I had a warrant, I said, "You a lie"
Check my voicemail prior, guess who the shit was from
Third district sayin’, "Turn yourself in now ’cause we got the gun"

[Chorus: Jay IDK & Swizz Beatz]
We (yeah)
We don’t give a fuck about you
Your homie on your block’ll get it too
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know you (oh!)
Don’t make me put a hit out on you (oh!)
Don’t make me and my niggas come through (woo!)
You little motherfuckers ain’t gangster, they know

[Verse 1]
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me
Been an awful good girl
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

[Verse 2]
Santa baby, a 54 convertible too, light blue
I’ll wait up for you, dear
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

[Chorus]
Think of all the fun I’ve missed
Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed
Next year I could be as good
If you’ll check off my Christmas list

[Verse 3]
Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot
Been an angel all year
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

[Verse 4]
Santa honey, one little thing I really need, the deed
To a platinum mine
Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

[Bridge]
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Tiffany
I really do believe in you
Let’s see if you believe in me

[Verse 5]
Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring
I don’t mean on the phone
Santa cutie, hurry down the chimney tonight

[Outro]
Hurry down the chimney tonight

[Verse 1]
Going overboard
I don’t wanna stop now
You just struck a chord
Spinning me around
It’s the energy
It’s the chemistry
Oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Give me something that I never had
Give me something and I’ll meet you halfway
A little something that’s gonna make it last
One for you
One for me

[Chorus]
I, I need your loving
Give, give, give me something
All, all, all or nothing
Keep, keep, keep me buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing

[Verse 2]
Fire in your eyes
Striking me like lightning
Warming up my soul
Oh, it’s hypnotizing
It’s the energy
It’s the chemistry
Oh, oh

[Pre-Chorus]
Give me something that I never had
Give me something and I’ll meet you halfway
A little something that’s gonna make it last
One for you
One for me

[Chorus]
I, I need your loving
Give, give, give me something
All, all, all or nothing
Keep, keep, keep me buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing

[Tommy Lee Jones]
The revolution gets it’s name by always coming back around in your face
You tried to kill me you son of a bitch, so welcome to the revolution
There’s more to follow, I’ll stay in touch

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army its still off with your head

[Verse 1]
I know y’all think I’m out my mind (out my mind)
Your fired if you are one minute late
I dont play about my time (Get your shit and go)
Even when a nigga sleep I hustle
That’s how I grind (how I grind)
If you try to take food off my table
I’ma kill, I’ma die about mine (die ’bout mine)
Unghh
If I gotta do a murder I ain’t losing no sleep I’ma sleep so peaceful
Show up at the funeral like I ain’t did nothing give condolences to all of your people
I’m a crip grim reaper say my name 5 times I’ma make you pay for all of your evil
And if i do a drive by I do it in a Lamborghini I am too rich to do it in a Regal (ha ha)
Was from a hood called trust my people, from a block named show love boulevard
Now I’m from a hood called fuck my people from a block named no love boulevard
Now how can I ball, how can I ball
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
You ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

[Verse 2]
Nigga I lit yo whole street
That’s the .50 If you still living that mean you dove deep
I’m a hood regular but you ain’t known in these streets
So connected ‘Ro don’t need a telephone in these streets
On MLK in every city it’s a real nigga hustling
And fuck niggas in the way they just on the field fumbling
But I ain’t got no time for that
Gun in the front with a pound in back
I give a nigga what he looking for I bet he won’t do it no more
You can see where his mind is at
Through cereal bowl holes, yes I’m cocoa pops up in this bitch
Murder gangs, once they start it ain’t no stopping in this bitch
It’s Joseph McVey baby, shooting this a way and that way baby
I’ma put it in they face, Mocity Don, King of the Ghetto
God forgive me, I don’t want to be a devil
But these niggas be and these bitches be
Having meetings ’bout killing me
For more show money and more hoe money
Houston Texas will never hear the end of me
I don’t pretend to be cause I am
Y’all already know what I’m talking ’bout
But we gon’ keep that on the low cause real killers don’t talk a lot

[Chorus]
Get lit up
When you talking out your face
Get hit up
The detectives gon’ close the case
Get lit up
See you fucked with us, we got to see you die
Get hit up
Bottle after bottle one more DUI
Get lit up
You gon’ have to let the swelling go down
Get hit up
Oh you ain’t got nothing to say no more now
Get lit up
Yeah I heard what ya said
Even if you living with an army it’s still off with your head

[Verse1: Tank]
You just want a nigga that’ll
Treat you like a pop star
Let you blow the budget on the
Turn-up like a rock star
Cuff you and just fuck you in the
Back seat of a cop car
You just want it real and if you
Lookin’ I ain’t that far

Oooooh Oh, you just want the cash and the fast life
Know you see the Lambo’ you can see that I’m the fast type
I can make you famous got the cameras and the flashlights
You just want a daddy you ain’t neva’ gotta ask twice

[Bridge]
You supposed to wanna be wit’ a boss, whoo
Not supposed to give a fuck about the cost, yeah
You look too good to take a loss
Hop your little pretty ass in and let’s floss

[Chorus]
You too fly to fuck with any guy
You know I’m on your line
Give a real one a try
To give you everythang

Cash I got enough to blow
(Everythang)
Think I got enough to show
(Everythang)
Trip and whip it just for show
(Everythang)
Yeah yeah ye yeah yeah
(Everythang)

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
(I like it)
You just want a nigga that’ll
Treat you like a pop star
You just wanna ride real
Fast with the top off
You just wanna ride real
Slow wit’cha top off
I got all the time might as
Well take my watch oooo-

Off; you just want the cash and the fast life
You just want a nigga that could change your life
Good sex that could go a long way
And I got money that can do the same thang yeah yeah

[Bridge]
You supposed to wanna be wit’ a boss, whoo
Not supposed to give a fuck about the cost, yeah
You look too good to take a loss
Hop your little pretty ass in and let’s floss

[Chorus]
You too fly to fuck with any guy
You know I’m on your line
Give a real one a try
To give you everythang

Cash I got enough to blow
(Everythang)
Think I got enough to show
(Everythang)
Trip and whip it just for show
(Everythang)
Yeah yeah ye yeah yeah
(Everythang)

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Ha — wrist frozen like Queen Elsa, nigga
Pinned her down; got your chick in a full Nelson, nigga
I’m here to put in work otherwise my job is useless
Your women pretend they brainless; my women pretend they toothless
All a nigga wanna do is blow a couple thousand how that sound to ya
When you move in love you need someone that’s always down down for ya
They can make you feel comfortable and grant your every wish
Who you know go park his jet and have twenty bitches twerkin on the landin’ strip
Me that’s who! Cuban sticks in a jacuzzi tub like Scarface
Niggas be rentin these houses in videos little do they know that’s my place
That’s payed up, you owe still; I need the cash in hand like dope deals
And I can give your girl everything that put in my five-course meal

[Chorus]
You too fly to fuck with any guy
You know I’m on your line
Give a real one a try
To give you everythang

Cash I got enough to blow
(Everythang)
Think I got enough to show
(Everythang)
Trip and whip it just for show
(Everythang)
Yeah yeah ye yeah yeah
(Everythang)