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Yeah they pissing they pissing
They nutting they nutting
They pissing on me
Yeah
Penis on my booty left a nut on my sheets
Fucking with no lube is like a struggle for me
Dont pull up with 60 men to clap on my cheeks
You know how i like when you suck it to sleep
Sitting on his dick and then he kiss me
Yes i like the semen that you left on my sheets
Hope i get that penis in my butt cheeks
Yeah
Im gone ride the penis till i shit on that d
Cum jam cum jam
I suck dick yeah i deep throat yeah
Eat that dick up like some toast
Stuck that penis in my hole
Might suck up a cop yeah wait
I go hard on birdmans d yeah wait
I make sure that nigga skeet
And still
Gay things its a lot of straight things that they
Pissing they nutting they licking they wishing they wishing on me
Gay things its alot of straight things that they
Wishing they pissing they nutting they licking they nutting on me
I say are you straight
He told me only partly
I fuck him on his bed
Then he fuck me till i farted
50 nuts i even got it squirted on me
Shooting cum the nut dripping off my body
And he fuck me
Turn the straight nigga into a gay freak dawg
Three fucking cocks sitting on me
Imagine if i never let the hole bleed
Cum jam cum jam
I can’t fuck me on my own woah
Eat that booty like some roast yeah roast
I been raping booty holes ay holes
Might suck up a cop yeah wait
I go hard on birdmans d yeah wait
I make sure that nigga skeet
And still
Gay things its a lot of straight things that they
Pissing they nutting they licking they wishing they wishing on me
Gay things its alot of straight things that they
Wishing they pissing they nutting they licking they nutting on me

[Intro: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Hey
Lil’ bitch wanna
Every night
That’s alright
Got a
On the ice
TheLabCook
Hey (yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 1: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
Lotta jewelry on me, diamonds on me dance, see the light
Fuck the jury, free my niggas out the jam, only right (out the jam)
Got a toolie on me, heard they tryna plan on the ice
But I got tango with me now, I bet your man’s thinkin’ twice (grraow)
My new bitch lookin’ like Kim, though (Kim, though)
Diamonds they hittin’ like Kimbo (like Kimbo)
Pull up in the Saint Laurent shit (hey)
These niggas be talkin’, ain’t on shit (yeah)
These niggas be talkin’, they startin’ shit (no)
Got ice my neck like four degrees (like four degrees)
I got water my neck like Palm Springs (like Palm Springs)
I got all of the money, she notice me (she notice me, yuh)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
New freezer on my wrist, I bet she notice me (what)
That bitch actin’ too bougie but eat Applebee’s (stupid bitch)
Four rings, that’s a new crib (whoo)
Break a bitch like a twig (huh)
Yeah, I’ll smoke you like a cig (yuh)
BK to the bridge (yuh, yeah)
Pussy too good, make a boo (boo)
I got a Masi, a coupe (skrr)
Smokin’ strong like I’m Snoop (huh)
Eatin’ chicken noodle soup (yuh)
My bitch she wanted a Beamer (a Beamer)
You can’t ball from the bleachers (what)
Two seater with a eater (two sweater)
Jay Critch with the skeezers (whoo)
I need my money right now (right now)
Don’t want wanna fuck, get the mouth (ugh)
Gucci, lean, that’s a house (Gucci)
Too much money, can’t count (can’t count)
I had to shout out to Yeezy (Yeezy)
Fuckin’ your bitch in some Yeezys (what)
Too much money for a feature (huh)
Bitch too foreign, I don’t need her (bitch)

[Chorus: Jay Critch & Rich The Kid]
She tryna get lit, lit a life (what)
Lil’ bitch wanna suck me every night (lil’ bitch)
That’s alright, lotta Henny on the ice (huh)
Pour the Sprite, red bottoms with the spikes (yuh, yuh)
Count blue chips, pull up in a Lamb, got a heist, I’m so high (skrr)
I’m so hood rich, we got weed and Xans, what you like? (what)
Cut the bullshit, she ain’t talkin’ bands, ain’t my type
Got a full clip, pull up on ’em blam, see the light (huh)

[Outro]
Black Steve Jobs

[Intro]
Turn your radios up
The real niggas are back on the radio

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 1: Nas]
Uh, no slackin’, no beggin’, no askin’, no fastin’
No disrespect to Islam, no Imam or Pastor
No answers to questions the media’s askin’
Why we fight each other in public in front of these arrogant fascists?
They love it; puttin old niggas verse the youngest
Most of our elders failed us, how could they judge us? Niggas
There’s verbal books published by niggas, produced by niggas
Genuine niggas, so I salute my niggas
Not mad cause Eminem said nigga, cause he my nigga
Wigga, cracker, friend, we all black within, okay?
We all African, okay, some Africans don’t like us, no way!
A killng happened in Johannesbur yesterday
Slain artist named Lucky Dube, hijacked
Some say N-double A-C-P, keep us sidetracked
But I don’t buy that, I buy Aston Martins
Faster cars than NAS-a-CARs and, sparkin while ridin
Critics, eat a dick! Journalists see I’m rich
With this N-word jargon I’m just starting, bitch!

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute)

[Verse 2: Nas]
Wake up in the morning, shake my third leg in the toilet
Uzi on the nightstand, I’m the man you go to war with
Not the man you go to war against, patience, I’ll get you
If that means I can’t sleep a whole year, I’mma get you
I’m official, not a-tisket or a-tasket
I’ll put you in the casket, with the biscuit or the ratchet
They smoke hibiscus, they plants or trees, advanc-ed weed
Don’t forsake us, you all are fake bloods like move make-up
I flow tighter as Tootie’s braces, who he hatin us?
I be on a state bus in shackles if my .8 bust
Cause y’all some tellers, opposite of bankers
I’m the shit for ages, my clique still real QB gangsters
Clique still movin’ like Freemasons, so if I’m on the flow
From the law, there’s lodges all across the nation
Nas is bred for the plan
To hold the Grand Dragon’s head in my hand
Come and get me, here I am

[Hook: Dante Hawkins (Nas)]
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas
This is for my niggas, niggas, niggas (So I salute my “Niggas!”)

[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