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[Intro]
Ahaha niggas love turning this shit ol’ switcheroo-ass, bitch made motherfuckers, just be friends
Outlaw nigga, Westside, throw it up, get it up (never thought it would come through)
Hahaha.. used to had love for ’em, why you turnin’ on me?
Why me? Yeah nigga westside, how you do it boy?

[Verse 1]
I went from, nothin’ to somethin’ now they all wanna see me fallin’
And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ballin’
They say we hate the East coast, but that’s funny
Got a lot of love for, any nigga gettin’ money
I made a song about my enemies and niggas tripped
It was hip-hop until 2Pac fucked Biggie bitch
Y’all niggas hypocrites and bitch made
Now either love me or hate me but real thug niggas get paid
Have me catchin’ cases all across the nation
I went from jail to bail to barely on probation
They got a player facin’ three strikes
And we might, just blast God bless the child, that can get cash
But all these niggas turnin’ and never learn
Got a long line of niggas player hatin’ me but gettin’ burned
Talk a lot of shit but you’s a trick in drag
Like the MAC make you fall back and stick yo’ ass for back stab

[Chorus]
Never thought it would come through
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Why y’all trippin’?
Heheha
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Verse 2]
It, started so innocent, but ended in the fifth precinct
Although two juvenile delinquents, we still decent
Playin’ catch and kiss, used to diss the herbs
Fuck school we was skippin’ drink a fifth on the curb
Me and you, no closer two, while drinkin’ brew
What you need nigga? Anything at all come to me nigga
You can wear my clothes and my gold for the hoes
Gave you the keys to the jeep, offered my home as an open door
But then you picked a new direction, in the blink of an eye
My time away just made perfection, did you think I’d die?
I never got a single visit yet I carry on
All my old friends too busy now my money gone
Said I got raped in jail, picture that? {​*laughter*}​
Revenge is a payback bitch, get your gat
Fuck ​Wendy Williams​ and I pray you choke (fuck you, you fat bitch)
On the next dick down your throat
For turnin’ on me

[Chorus]
Used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?
Fat bitch can’t fuck with me
It’s Thug life biaatch
I used to had love for ’em, but now they turnin’ on me?
Why me?

[Outro]
I fuck around and put a hit on your fat ass
I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat troll
Anybody ever seen Wendy Williams​ fat ass?
Why you always wearin’ spandex, you fat bitch?
I know your pussy stinks, you fat ho’
I’m puttin’ Jenny Craig on you bitch
I’m about to put a twenty-thousand dollar, hit
Through Jenny Craig to come find yo’ ass
And put you in a fat farm, you fat bitch!
Thug Life, Outlaw, Westside bitch
It’s 2Pac so you know who said it
And for everybody who didn’t like what I said about that other trick
And Mobb Deep, fuck you too nigga!
If a nigga didn’t want to get talked about
He shouldn’ta stepped in the fuckin’ ring
If Tyson don’t want to get knocked out
He don’t step in the fuckin’ ring, that’s how the shit go
When Tyson get in the ring, he knock motherfuckers out!
Well that’s what 2Pac gon’ do
When niggas come against me, I’ma knock they punk ass out!
One way or the motherfuckin’ other
This old motherfuckin’ nigga in the South told me nigga
It’s more than one way to skin a cat
It’s more than one way to shoot a gat
It’s more than one way to die nigga
When I’m through, everybody cry nigga
This is how we do it
Why y’all turnin’ on me? Why me?

[TIMON, spoken]
Come on, gang! Let’s take it home!

(sung)
[ENSEMBLE]
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata
Hakuna matata

[TIMON]
It means no worries
For the rest of your days
It’s our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna matata

[FEMALE SINGERS]
Can you feel it?
Can you feel the love tonight?

[FEMALE SINGER]
Can you feel the love tonight? (The love tonight)
The peace the evening brings (Can you feel the love tonight?)
The world for once in perfect harmony
With all its living things

[ENSEMBLE]
Oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

[SCAR]
Be prepared for the coup of a century
Be prepared for the murkiest scam (Ha-ha-ha)
Meticulous planning (Meticulous planning)
Tenacity spanning (Tenacity spanning)
Decades of denial (Decades of denial)
Is simply why I’ll (Is simply why)
Be king undisputed
Respected, saluted
And seen for the wonder I am
(Ooo-ooo-ooo)
Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared
Be prepared!

[MALE SINGER]
Come on
Let every creature go for broke and sing (Let every creature sing)
Let’s hear it in the herd and on that wing (Let’s hear it on the wing)
It’s gonna be a super awesome thing!
Oh, I just can’t wait to be king (Just can’t wait)
You know I just can’t wait to be king (Just can’t wait)
(Oh, I just can’t wait) No, I just can’t wait
To be king!

[FEMALE SINGER]
Oh, it’s the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love (Love)
(‘Til we find our place) ‘Til we find our place
(On the path unwinding) Oh, on that path unwinding
(In the Circle, Circle of Life) Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
(Circle of Life!)
(In the Circle) I want to
(In the Circle) To the land in the
(In the Circle) Circle of Life
(The Circle of Life!)
(In the Circle) Come on now
(In the Circle) Take me to the
(In the Circle) That-a Circle
(The Circle of Life!) Oh-oh-oh
(The Circle of Life!) Yeah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah-e-ah
(The Circle of Life!)

[MALE SINGER]
And it moves us all (Circle, Circle of Life)

[FEMALE SINGER]
Through despair and hope (Circle, Circle of Life)

[MALE SINGER]
‘Til we find our place (Circle, Circle of Life)

[FEMALE SINGER]
On that path unwinding

[ENSEMBLE]
In the Circle (Oh yeah-ea-h)
In the Circle (Oh-oh-oh)
In the Circle (Yeah-ea-h)
The Circle of Life
Circle of… Life!

[Intro]
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your (baby)
I wanna be your

[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (yeah)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend (ya)
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet

[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Man that’s [?]
Like who gon’ pop it out
Baby I’ma fuck it, yeah, raw dog
Baby I’ma cum in that [?]
Baby I’ma pop it no sawed off
Drop it like a fuckin’ hot Pop-Tart
I can’t treat it like a thot thot
Gotta bust up in her mouth like a Pop Rock
I wanna be your nigga, girl, you got me in my feelings
I can’t even lie, baby, love over millions
Money buy can’t buy love nigga, show me your love dealer
I’ma fuck her mouth and leave her teeth under the pillow

[Chorus]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet

[Verse 2: T3]
I wanna be your boyfriend
Play wit that pussy like play pen
Fuckin’ that bitch, she get it in
Shawty better finish
Envision this dick, I leave it in
Halloween flow, I’m treatin’
Stackin’ my candy, that’s M&M’s
No, you can’t fuck me in the Benz
Baby, tell me somethin’ I didn’t
Know before when we was friends
Skate on me like Peter Pan
Baby wanna have this dream again
God she fine, that girl is a 10
[?]
Looked in your eyes and that’s when I said

[Chorus: SahBabii]
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Post-Chorus: SahBabii]
[?]
I wanna fuck in the sheets
I wanna play with that pussy cat
She wanna suck on this D
I wanna bust up in her and
Make her scream [?]
I wanna eat her Garfield and rub up on her feet

[Outro: SahBabii]
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
Boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend
I wanna be your boyfriend

[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies

[Verse 1: SahBabii]
Smokin’ cigarettes, blunts, they bigger [?]
Everyday these niggas rat, bitch, I’m speakin’ facts
Get your pussy wet, get your pussy splat
[?] get pat
Now I’m spankin’ niggas, rob a nigga with the fire, yeah
The fire, swear to God, nigga die
[?] with pat
We gon’ send his ass to the sky
Drive-by
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies

[Verse 2: T3]
Yeah, I like how summertime make you feel fine
I like when the wintertime make you feel fine
Past [?] always hit my line tryna steal time
I remember you couldn’t hit my line until after 9
Same time, nigga on your mind, then split your head
Lay down, get ’em on the floor put some [?]
Don’t nobody ever know what’s gonna happen, no, no

[Chorus: SahBabii]
Sunny days, outside
Let’s take a ride, ride your bike
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies
Come see me baby, come meet me, baby
Pull up on me, baby, wanna have my babies
Old lady, lookin’ crazy
Talkin’ ’bout babies, we havin’ babies

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Verse]
They say they want the old Logic
The one that flow like a faucet
I’m still the same me
They just don’t believe it like they agnostic
If I spit over the boom bap they perceive it as nostalgic
But the truth is my subject matter is still the same
Production selection is still flame
But they love you on the come-up ’cause you ain’t tainted by fame
And you still they little secret
That’s the type of bullshit that they frequent
From 19 to 2019, been murdering this shit for a decade
From the boom bap to the trap, let my style cascade
Listen, listen, yeah
What’s the dealy? Pass the Philly
Get silly, that’s on the really
We snappin’ like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I’m talking Achilles
Try to play me like I ain’t me but I provided all the deets
Who you know worth $50 million still rapping on breakbeats?
From Nasty Nas, Big L, Tribe, the Roots, and many more
Of course, we could never forget Biggie and Young Shakur
Fuck the police
No, we ain’t fucking with our pastor
I’m the bastard that mastered the flow, said it once before for sure
While 6ix produce hits from the soul, you already know
Visualising and realising my life is fucking crazy
Poppin’ like Jay-Z
Dirty dancing on the game like Swayze
I’m one of the illest, and bitch, I’ve been ready to kill this, it’s so amazing
Bitch, I’ve been blazing, I’m talking grass, I ain’t talking grazing
Latest shit the tape while I sip scotch
Let the haters kick rocks
My flow is tip-top; I never flip flop, why?
‘Cause my soul too strong
Did this all on my own ’cause waiting took too long
The flow sophisticated
All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
I’m hated, but yeah, that’s how you know I made it
I’m one of the illest, I’m one of the realest
I’m ready to kill this ’til people they feel this
Me and my team made millions but you know we still us
Yeah, they wanna kill us but they all feel us
RattPack real all the time, we never phony
I’m single-handedly running the game like a Sony
While the rest of these rappers is acting
Pass ’em the Tony, pass ’em the Oscar
From the new school rappers, Logic’s the illest on the roster
Smoke like a rasta
Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
Probably haters on the internet ain’t got nothing to bargain
Said I’d never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden
Sinatra

[Outro]
Young Sinatra IV, the album
September 28th
Bringing that boom bap back for the RattPack