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Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

[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