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[Intro]
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat
Ah, ahhh, ah
Lil Boat

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 1]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest
Like skrrt in a drop top (skrrt)
Damn, baby girl look so fine in that crop top (fine)
Why my name always in your mouth just like Pop Rocks? (yeah)
I don’t understand (no)
Take a pint on the jet, yeah that’s contraband (oh)
Diamonds keep me cooler than a ceilin’ fan (oh)
All this drink gon’ turn a nigga to the Michelin Man (no)
I gotta slow down, yeah
Fuck that shit, I’m pourin’ up now (yeah)
And my new choppa hold a hundred rounds (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew, pew)
I’m so happy, I can’t remember the last time I had to fake a smile, yeah

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Verse 2]
From the East to the West (yeah)
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (yeah)
I got 2, 3 cell phones (yeah), ring, ring
Pick it up, “Who is it?” It’s your main ho (brrt)
Your main ho, my gang ho
The same ho, she switched clothes
‘Cause I fucked her in a Range Rove (fuck, fuck)
Fired up (ooh), lay it up (ooh)
I can’t do (no), I can’t choose (no)
I’m gettin’ money, I’m gettin’ all the blues (yeah)
Lil Boat
Said I’m back and I’m better (yeah)
Know I look good ’cause my bitch pussy wetter (yeah)
Treat the stock of my Uzi as light as a feather
And the beam got me shootin’ like Kareem

[Chorus]
Hip hop’s most wanted (yeah), I’m in a Ghost, haunted (skrrt)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (uh)
What they wanted (wanted), yeah I’m what they wanted (wanted)
Took a break, now I’m back ’cause that’s what they wanted (wanted)

[Outro]
From the East to the West (to the West)
All my fans the best (they are), all my bitches the baddest, like (yeah)
From the East (yeah)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best (yeah), all my bitches the baddest (Lil Boat)
From the East to the West
All my fans the best, all my bitches the baddest, like…

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?”