Сайт фанатов группы «КуБа»

[Verse 1: Logic]
Ya, Ya
Hit Record Joe
Ah
Not one to jump the gun just for fun
But we livin in the era where the people on the run
From the young to the old
We live by the code
Do what you love in life
Unless it can get you runnin from the po po
Woo!
Now that money ain’t a thing like
Woo!
Screamin money ain’t a thing like
Most these people only worry bout the bling like
Uh
Let LeBron worry bout the ring like
Uh
Most of these people ain’t what they seem like
Uh
Claim to be happy now they don’t seem right
Uh
Runnin around without a dream like
Uh
Drivin by money caught at the greenlight
Woo!
Addicted to the game like a fiend like, uh!
Addicted to the game like a fiend like, uh!
Addicted to the game like a fiend like, ah!
Addicted to the game like, like..
Uh
Do what you love, Do what you love
Do what you love, Do what you love
Come now do it now
Uh
Ayy

[Verse 2: Not yet finished]

[Verse 3: Logic]
Money, Money, Money, Money
You know if I got, they won’t take it from me
But if I don’t get it you know they won’t love me
Can’t do what I love
No I can’t do what I love
Need that when push(?) gonna shove
That’s why my brother selled drugs
Call me the plug
Living like I never had it
Momma was an addict
Listen to the static
In the streets, in the attic to the beats
Money make the world go round
Money make a girl go down like..
That is a lie
Come now boy open your eye
You hipnotised bye
To me the more money we make
The sooner get greedier
Sonner get greedier
Now, stop it just do what you love
Come now just do what you love
Just do what you love
Come now just do what you love
Come now just do what you, do what you, do what you love
No for the money
Say no for the womans
Say no for the (?)
Come now just do what you love
Come now just do what you, do what you, do what you love

[Verse 1]
My head is another space, my space in another way to end your
Words. Have You listened to that last thing I said? No you didn’t cause
I know you’re already dead, another mistake is another way to
Go down in a grave today, my tables are full in every way now

[Chorus]
I Don’t think I feel alright, but you know I’m lying cause I feel just fine
When you say that I’m alright in my mind

[Verse 2]
My feet are stepping
Another way, my hands turn to the side and shove my energy away I
Don’t know why I do these thing’s, I need to drink my energy away right
Now cause

[Chorus]
I Don’t think I feel alright, but you know I’m lying cause I feel just fine
When you say that I’m alright in my mind

[Bridge]
I got 764 reasons too walk away, random numbers
Use confusion to save the day, yeah random numbers use confusion to save the day
I know you’re already dead, another mistake is another way to
Go down in a grave today, my tables are full in every way now

[Chrous]
I Don’t think I feel alright, but you know I’m lying cause I feel just fine
When you say that I’m alright in my mind

[Bridge 2]
So I didn’t want it to
I didn’t want it to end like this dude
I didn’t want it to end like like this this
So I didn’t want it to end like this dude like like

[Chorus]
I Don’t think I feel alright, but you know I’m lying cause I feel just fine
When you say that I’m alright in my mind
I Don’t think I feel alright, but you know I’m lying cause I feel just fine
When you say that I’m alright in my mind
When you say I’m alright, alright
I think I feel all, all, all
Feel alright

[Intro: Jadakiss]
Paint me purple and call me Barney!
Ahahahaha
Light up!
Aha! Yeah!
The Champ is Here

[Jadakiss Scratches by DGL]
Professional hood shit, look how I get back to it
Motherfucking gangsta Kiss (ya heard?)
And it’s more, it’s not like after this, I’m through
No love this time, nigga
(Tell ‘em it’s the Kiss of Death)

[Intro 2: Jadakiss & DJ Green Lantern]
A-ha!
This motherfucking crack music!
Yeah! You know who it is!
State your name
Jada
Kiss of Death, motherfucker!
Let’s go! (Alchemist!)
Definitely the strongest shit on the shelf
You already know
Double R, D-Block
Off that Alchemist album
Yeah, what, yo, yo

[Verse: Jadakiss]
Listen, the thugs need it, hoes gon’ use it
Me? I’m just a young nigga that make old music
Ugh, shit is real, I put the emph on the four
Keep it with me ‘cause possession’s nine tenths of the law
Here I am, going all out again, doing all that I can
Even had a daughter born out of sin
Nigga, I make pain cinematic
I spit dope and you been a addict, treat beef like jail
Summertime, something big with the scope
Under the winter jacket; I use the winner tactics
And I know you tryna play the role
But bullets the wrong shit to interact with
I hurt the game, hurt ravine
Soon as you murk something, these niggas’ll chirp Janine
Yeah!

[Outro: DJ Green Lantern]
Nah, man
Too early for that
Alchemist album coming out this summer!

[Intro]
Cash Money AP
Cash AP got the beat tight

[Chorus]
They told me that I got a way with words
But couldn’t get away with my heart
She told me she gon’ kick me to the curb
But I’ve been on the curb from the start
I’ve been takin’ drugs to the face, yeah
If I run out, call the plug for replacements
In the basement, takin’ pills til’ I’m shakin’
Fixations, rich drugs I’m laced in

[Verse]
I’m just smokin’ on chronic
Poppin’ these pills, rockin’ my designer
My insides hurt, but my outside’s flawless
Fresh to death, like I’m out a coffin
Bitch it’s Deja Vu, I done seen it before
I, wonder if you don’t love me no more
Too many pills, now I’m down on the floor
I woke up wanting some more
I woke up crying for more

[Chorus]
They told me that I got a way with words
But couldn’t get away with my heart
She told me she gon’ kick me to the curb
But I’ve been on the curb from the start
I’ve been takin’ drugs to the face, yeah
If I run out, call the plug for replacements
In the basement, takin’ pills til’ I’m shakin’
Fixations, rich drugs I’m laced in

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus]
They told me that I got a way with words
But couldn’t get away with my heart
She told me she gon’ kick me to the curb
But I’ve been on the curb from the start
I’ve been takin’ drugs to the face, yeah
If I run out, call the plug for replacements
In the basement, takin’ pills til’ I’m shakin’
Fixations, rich drugs I’m laced in

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana]
I got trash bags full of money, ay
I got mad bags full of money, ay
I got glad bags full of money, ay
Don’t get mad, go and get some money, ay
I pity the fool that go against me, ay
So much ice, thought I was Mr. T, ay
GBE the new Cash Money, Bling Bling
Hunnid pints on my dresser, I’m a fiend
I don’t wanna focus, get up on yo knees
Finna pour a four then take my ass to sleep
Don’t need no cosign, bitch I’m certified in the streets
And I don’t go nowhere without my fuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 3:]
I got 3 watches
I got 2 maids, 1 mansion
I got 7 chains
I got 8 beamers, none rented
I got marble floors, marble countertops, none granite
I got all this guap, go and get you some, young nigga
I got 11 thousand 50’s, 12 thousand hunnids, ain’t none little
I got 5 thousand ones in the strip club, they know I live it
I got 5 bricks, 10 traps, boy I really get it
Everything you already done, I already did it
I got 5 Glocks, 3 MACs, and 2 K’s
Run up on me, boy your stupid, I’m too crazy
Can’t put my trust up in a bitch or nigga, they two faced
Everywhere that I go, it’s a shootin’

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop