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Rastafari
Bless the man dem deh ain’t no stress
You done know god bless with the positiveness
They say many more but the whole world a joy
Jah know , jah know , jah know
Keep on the track
Troyton touch the sky!
Open up your third eye

From the right morning morning morning
Destiny calling calling calling
Light up di chalice ,give thanks fi life
And mi know the devil can’t win
Inna this morning morning morning
Badmind falling falling falling
Mi vibe beat dem wid pressure
Man a feeling better
You know the devil can’t win

Dem a wonder how me live through this
Im blessed im sanctified
From me born pon the earth its a risk
Im blessed im sanctified
No shot can’t stop me no matter how much them buy
Righteous live forever but a slowly them die

From we have life fi live it
No negativity no that can’t hold we down
God help we fi push to di limit
Now that i am living it up
Fill up my cup , dont let those enemies in it
They dont really know love
Let the lights keep shine every minute
We ain’t giving it up

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland & Busta Rhymes]
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Yeah)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Oh yeah)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Sick)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Let’s go)

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Dressed, ready to impress, fresh up in my Louis suit
Step up in the cub, bitches line up ready to salute
Let me squeeze your juicy fruit, Mamis call me Huey Newton
Dapper like a cracker that’s an act to gettin’ movie loot
Get on your mark and get set, ready, go
Funny, but these niggas already know
That we’re knocking on microphones
Just hadn’t already sh*tted on niggas, miraculous flow
Got niggas tryna reappear while the damage is low
That’s an emphatical “No”
Slap him up, clap him up, bundle these niggas like packages
Wrap ’em in bandages slow
See a lot of bitches in they Humvee 4
Coward niggas comin’ in and we be flingin’ the door
Pause for a minute, then I peel a little slow
Black, then I throw the West up at every hoe
Why y’all other niggas money slow?
Peep game, ’cause my money come retarded though
This sh*t here be the anthem for all of my bitches
And every one of my gangsters, yo, gangsters, yo

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland & Missy Elliott]
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Yeah)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Oh yeah)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Sick)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Aw, let’s go, let’s go)

[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
Pop to the pop drop, like a drop top
Errbody lookin’ when I step up in the spot
See the way I rock? I’m hot, you not
Errbody wanna clock, man, get off my jock
Errbody know Misdemeanor don’t stop
And my records don’t flop, got the game on lock
Not tick tock, six carats in my watch
Now, kiss my ass, haters, keep watch
Get it, get it, money, money, I get it (Get it)
Hundred grand in the club, I’ll spend it (Spend it)
You lose, you lose, and I’m winnin’
Y’all lame doing nothing, know I been did it
Don’t come at all or ya better come with it
Money in my bank be sippin’ digits
See me buy bottles with no cash limit
Flow be tighter than skinny jeans fitted
There is no competition, I are the one, no competition
Lick a gyal, no competition
When mi come through, tell the fool “Better run”
Wanna battle me? Well, you a dum-dum
Not Kelly, but I give her motivation
My style you not takin’, I’m Missy E, money maker

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland & Busta Rhymes]
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Good)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (So good)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Sick)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Here we go)

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all niggas already know what it is
Y’all niggas already know what I do
Every time we step up in the spot
Homie, I’ma take yo shine from you
Homie, you ain’t got the slightest clue
Diamonds’ll shine with the brightest blue
Niggas had to throw that money how we throw it
Funny, but they money on a diet, too
I ain’t even knew him, why they try it, boo
‘Cause I throw brass if a nigga tired
Broke nigga leave until they gone, gone, gone
Homie get a little inspired, too
Preach sh*t ’til another amp is smokin’
Spend til’ I’m lookin’ like a martian, floatin’
That motherf*cker’s lookin’ at me all weird
Funny nigga, you ain’t seen that God has spoken?
It’s like they turnt the lights on, see the way we shine, bitch?
You spend ’til your bread gone, we spend like it’s a crime, bitch
Homie, now throw that bread like you don’t give a f*ck
Shawty, go ‘head, bend over, pick that money up

[Chorus: Kelly Rowland & Busta Rhymes]
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Yeah)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Oh yeah)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’ (Sick)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Flip it, tip it, dip it, pimpin’

[Verse 1]
I am looking for something
A dream, is all that I’m hunting
This fire, is keeping me running
Keeping me holding on
I’m not heard and on healing
I’m just fighting for feeling
With these wings skies the ceiling
Living inside a dream

[Chorus]
Talk me down
Little but little I sink, I swim
Feels like I’m all falling down in string
Talk me down
Saking, by saking I chace but when
Feels like I’m living inside a dream

[Verse 2]
This girl is a little bit crazy
That one, so amazing
These stars, keeping me gazing
Keeping me holding on
Feels like, dream in the dream
Inside, none us believe
Outside a freaks like me living inside a dream

[Chorus]
Talk me down
Little but little I sink, I swim
Feels like I’m all falling down in string
Talk me down
Saking, by saking I chace but when
Feels like I’m living inside a dream

[Bridge]
We’re living inside a dream
We’re living inside a dream

[Chorus]
Talk me down
Little but little I sink, I swim
Feels like I’m all falling down in string
Talk me down
Saking, by saking I chace but when
Feels like I’m living inside a dream

[Outro]
We’re living inside a dream
We’re living inside a dream

[Verse 1]
My life is great
I write then hit update
I turn you on
Wanna belong
So I go to the mall
And I buy it all (All on)
Thank God it’s the weekend (My squad)
Got time we can waste it (Don’t know)
Should we drive to the sunset or the fire? (It’s like)
We live in a bubble pretending it’s cause we are young

[Chorus: Noah Cyrus & MØ & Together]
We are f*cked
These days we only follow (we only follow)
These days we’re feeling hollow (we’re feeling hollow)
“Get paid”, the only motto (yeah)
We are f*cked
They say “It all gets better”
They say “Won’t last forever”
Then someone pulls the trigger
We are f*cked

[Verse 2: MØ]
The fame, the fame
I want to hear my name
And I don’t care what for
I’ll change the world
Save all the trees and birds
But first I’ll grab a Starbucks
And I’ll get to work (All on)
Thank God it’s the weekend (My squad)
Got time we can waste it (Don’t know)
Should we drive to the sunset or the fire? (It’s like)
We live in a bubble pretending it’s cause we are young

[Chorus: Noah Cyrus & MØ & Together]
We are f*cked
These days we only follow (we only follow)
These days we’re feeling hollow (we’re feeling hollow)
“Get paid”, the only motto (yeah)
We are f*cked
They say “It all gets better”
They say “Won’t last forever”
Then someone pulls the trigger
We are f*cked

[Bridge: Noah Cyrus]
We’ve got hearts in the right places
But we’re still a danger to ourselves
Maybe it’s ’cause we are young
Thank god it’s the weekend
Should we drive to the sunset or the fire?

[Chorus: Noah Cyrus & MØ & Together]
We are f*cked
These days we only follow (we only follow)
These days we’re feeling hollow (we’re feeling hollow)
“Get paid”, the only motto (yeah)
We are f*cked
They say “It all gets better”
They say “Won’t last forever”
Then someone pulls the trigger
We are f*cked

[Intro]
Ain’t this what they’ve been waitin’ for?
You ready? Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of time I spent on some locked up sh*t
In the back of the paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game, and I said: “Yeah, I do.”
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she tryna bless me like I said achoo
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please, ‘fore them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin’ cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil’ nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m a artist
No crawlin’, went straight to walkin’ with foreigns in my garages
All foreign bitches ménagin’, f*ckin’, suckin’ and swallowin’
Anything for a dollar, they tell me “Get ’em!”, I got ’em
I did it without an album
I did sh*t with Mariah
Lil’ nigga, I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga, I’m flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari – hater, rest in peace
Hater, rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big it can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout my niggas, then what you talkin’ ’bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, f*ck nigga!

[BEAT CHANGE]

[Verse 2]
Hold up, wait a minute! Y’all thought I was finished?
When I bought that Aston Martin, y’all thought it was rented?
Flexin’ on these niggas: I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash, then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo my new bitch, but she don’t ride like my Ghost
I’m ridin’ around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
‘Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
‘Cause my mama need that bill money, my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they f*ck around and get killed
You f*ck around, you f*ck around, you f*ck around, get smoked
‘Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t f*ck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it come to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin’, I got niggas throwin’ B’s
I done did the DOA’s, I done did the KOD’s
Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin’ 30 G’s
But now I’m hangin’ out that drop head, I’m ridin’ down on Collins
They let my nigga Ern back home, that young nigga be wildin’
We young niggas and we mobbin’, like Batman and we robbin’
This two-door Maybach with my seat all reclinin’
I’m that real nigga, what up? Real nigga, what up?
If you ain’t about that murder game then, n*gger nigga, shut up!
If you diss me in your raps, I’ll get yo’ n*gger-ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood; no, that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy, I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o’clock
And they be throwin’ dueces on the same nigga they watch
And I’m the king of my city ‘cause I’m still callin’ them shots
And these lames talkin’ that bullsh*t the same niggas that flopped
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids, that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hatin’ on me, hoes waitin’ on me
Still on that hood sh*t, my Rolls-Royce on E
They gon’ remember me, I say remember me
So much money, have your friends turn into enemies
And when there’s beef I turn my enemies to memories
With them bricks they go from 40, ain’t no 10 a key
Hold up! Broke nigga turned rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave, you think them pretty hoes gon’ still suck my dick?
It was somethin’ about that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feelin’ like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone