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[Hook: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it

[Verse 1: Nas]
Ugh, felonious, Thelonious Monk melodic
Monster Cody OG, hard as the Ramparts police
Warring like the Answars and Sunni
I never pull my pants up, sagging my Gucci, and what?
I give a fuck who you bidded with, or where you cop coke
The bitch you with or the reason you not broke (“Rappers!”)
I don’t count your money, don’t want none of your smoke
I don’t feel your pain, I ain’t none of your folk
(“Niggas!”)It’s easy to put a gun in your throat
But I ain’t on that, trying to sip Coladas where it’s warm at
Cognac, crushed ice, y’all know how it is
Elijah said a women half your age plus seven years
Is a plus way to live, this is for the blunted
For the niggas who keep it one hundred
Who hunted by DAs and judges (“Green Lantern!”)
This is for the drunkards, stuck in the ghetto, for winos
And old ladies with high sugar levels
Who am I? I’m here to murder the devil
I survive through the struggle and perils, I’m thorough (“Nas!”)
Who am I? I’m here to murder the devil
I survive through the struggle and perils, I’m thorough

[Hook: Nas (Curtis Mayfield)]
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Niggas!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it
(“Rappers!”) If they call you a nigga
Ain’t nothin’ to it, tell ’em Nas made you do it

[Outro: MC Ren Sample]
“Why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me?
Because police always wanna harass me!”

[Interlude: Sample Collage]
“This is once again proof that no routine police stop is actually routine. We saw that last week, of course, in Brooklyn, with the tragedy over there, and then again last night, another police shooting.”

“Here’s what they think about you!”

“I hate motherfuckers like you. You niggas ain’t shit! Think you tough, huh? I could blow your head off with the Smith and Wesson and you couldn’t do shit! How you feel now?”

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah
Everybody should have their joints lit
Yeah
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
Yeah
Yeah

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
You can act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Bullet proof German coupe car doors close
Take photos
Car shows in my lo-lows
My sixty-four ride slow bumping Snoop Dogg
Blowing dolo
Its like a fog machine done went off in my car yo
Pull up after all the bars close
To the civilians
Underground casinos for the real ones
You would suffocate in the building
Last one tried to infiltrate I think they
I’d rather not say
Money on the plate like I never ate
Not a crumb finna go to waste
Chevy crates tear up the interstate where I stay
Muscle cars do the figure eights where I play
Live from New Orleans, rolling weed out the Bay
RIP Nate Dogg, smoke weed everyday
Living out what I say
On these albums and tapes

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Bridge: Curren$y]
Yeah
Act like you don’t know
Spitta and Cardo
Money and power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Nigga whatchu know
That original dope flow
Stained glass cathedral ceilings and marble floors
Hustle hard to afford, I work for it
Sports cars I drive slow, Imma show off
Sucka bring his ho, his ho tossed
He cried alone in his car as he drove off
High up as I float on
They gon’ have to call the fuckin’ coast guard
Shit

[Hook: Curren$y]
Roll another one up while I’m smoking
Keep it going
Money and the power and some more shit
We staying in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floatin’
Mother fuckin’ Billy Ocean

[Outro: Curren$y]
Yeah never will I get into no ho shit
Nope, I’m not for it
Spitta and Cardo
Money and the power and some more shit
We stay in motion
Never will I get into no ho shit
I’m not for it
Stay golden, frozen, floating
Nigga
Billy Ocean
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Not for it

[Verse 1]
Got me lyin’ lyin’ for your love
Got me lyin’ lyin’ for your love
Am I losing losing myself
When I’m lyin’ lyin’ for your love?

[Chorus]
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Dyin’ dyin’ for your love
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Dyin’ dyin’ for your love
For your love

[Verse 2]
In the silence, silence we broke
Sometimes violence, she makes no sound
Just a shadow in the darkness
In the darkness we were
In the silence, silence

[Chorus]
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Lyin’ lyin’ for your love
I was insane, I was so blinded
Nothing remains, I didn’t mind it
Lyin’ Lyin’ for your love
For your love

[Bridge]
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh

[Chorus]
I was in chains, I was in fire
I was in deep, I was a liar
Dyin’ dyin’ for your love
I was insane, I was so blinded
Nothing remains, I didn’t mind it
Lyin’ lyin’ for your love
For your love

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 1: Yhung T.O.]
Shit changed shit sick now days
I ain’t worried about shit, look at my wrist now days
For them bands I make a nigga strip now days
Even though a nigga on our still won’t change
These new niggas they ain’t keepin’ it a hunnid
I swear these streets and they take a nigga conscious
We ain’t runnin’ we the ones doin’ a hunnid
Merkin’ niggas skrt off doin’ a hunnid
On the next blocks be livin’ dry regular
We ain’t talk feds tappin’ in the cellular
I know niggas want me dead I ‘on’t carry none
At some point, you gotta notice niggas amateurs
And I don’t got time to be fuckin’ wit’ you
I do not got time to be duckin’ from you
Say we runnin’ from four, bitch we runnin’ from who?
So I promise to catch a body when I run into you

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug, nigga never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
VVS diamonds my shit clear, your’s cloudy
E’rywhere I go I hear a nigga talkin’ ’bout me
SOB we the best no disrespect to DJ Khalid
If a nigga run up trippin’ I’ma catch a body proudly
The realest nigga some type can’t even turn fake
Seen a lot shit change when the fuckin’ K came
Crestside stays up but I don’t fuckin’ gangbang
And if a sucka slide bustin’ I’ma do the same thing
Ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you niggas ’cause you niggas too strange
TEC on my neck, hangin’ on a shoestring
I slide down your block and treat it like a shootin’ range
Real duffle bag boy like that nigga 2Chainz

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any of my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Verse 3: Lul G]
For any of my brothers I knock a nigga down
I be posted in the Jag, we been thuggin’ wit’ them rounds
Opp niggas slide down get his ass knocked down
Double back, masked up, lettin’ off hella rounds
I be posted wit’ the thugs lately, we been sendin’ slugs
Paranoid off the kush, gotta lay of the drugs
Only nigga eighteen, I can whip out a dub
And these niggas they be mad ’cause these bitches show me love
But these bands, I don’t love for they bust yeah
Left pocket, pink fifties ridin’ thug yeah
And these bitches I don’t love ’em, I won’t cuff yeah
And these nigga I won’t ever ever trust yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]
I never leave my brothers, I never hold out
Always be thug nigga, never go south
Keep both eyes open, I know niggas go now
Always shoot first when those shots go off
Tell me that she love me, I already know now
Can’t buy tickets, every show sold out
Chop hold a hunnid and we empty whole rounds
For any my brothers, I knock a nigga down

[Intro: Young Scooter]
Can’t trust these niggas you dig, they so broke
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides, a-hah
Brother with me in this bitch you digg, that’s one til infinity

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Whippin’ a brick, right out a crock-pot
Put me a coupe on some sticks, drinkin on [?]
We the slimiest it get, you wanna swap sides
My bitch is black and they white, I don’t do [?]
I’m in a chocolate Ferrari, yeah, I look like a spider
My fifth pocket molly
My partner on Roxies, yeah, my bitch caught a body
She eat up lil bitch like a [?]
She play with my drip I’ma dump her
She say I’m the best so I tongued her
Pimp the bitch, [?]
If you fuck my dog, make sure you keep it sexy
I’m pouring up Texas, Codeine
We got a few out of town it’s the nosebleeds
I just got a call from Scooter, and he told me

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 2: Future]
Triple cross, triple black cross, woah-oh-oh
Niggas they’ll look at you just like a mill, eat you like food
Where I grew up there were warlords
Where I’m from we worship the drug lords
I’m on molly and xan, with the black card
And this gang done
Gave me a black heart
We bury cash at the graveyard
Tatted my chest with them angels
Tell my bitch to keep away the danger
Money inside the problems
Puttin’ the gang on a private
You need to see life through my eyes
Mercedes all white navy blue top
I gotta get me another vault
Niggas ain’t doing the withdrawals, gotta keep acty on deck
I gotta keep Becky on deck
I keep it real, it ain’t no flex
Twenty five hundred for Actavis
I’m on a yacht with some convicts
Come from the gutter live lavishly
Keep one in the head automatically, yeah

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BMFBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides

[Verse 3: Young Scooter]
You my nigga but I don’t trust your man, damn
He a CEO, but why he take the stand, damn
In every verse I be wrappin’ grams, yams
Just made a twin and played Uncle Sam, damn
Playing both sides’ll get you killed quick
I know you down to ride, but is you gon’ snitch
Trap the corner off [?] just me and rick
I get money in every zone, from one to six
These dirty bitches play both sides
Don’t trust these hoes cause all of them lie
These dirty lawyers they play both sides
They’ll Swap you out and make you do some time
A true feeling

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Watch out for these niggas playing both sides
BM, FBG nigga til the day I die
Watch out for these bitches playing both sides
I fuck with slime and I ducktape my bricks everytime
Bitch I’m on a paper trail ’til the day I die
Seen shawty locked up and his brother died
Real nigga that’s the only reason that I’m still alive
I never cross my niggas, playing both sides