Beogradski Sindikat – Svim Srcem Lyrics

to vise nismo mi, to je ideal, to je borba
Refren:
BS se voli kao klub? svim srcem! BS
Svi k?o jedan, i u dobru i u zlu? Svakog trena, kroz ceo trnovit put? BS je legenda sto zivi
Udahne vazduh svakom pesmom koju snimi
Udahne zivot svakoj reci koju napise
BS inspirise i kad je najteze
Ovo je san koji ceo zivot snevam
Dok sa bine gledam masu kako nase pesme peva
Osecaju ljudi iskrenost, ovo je nase
Oni koji nas ne vole mogu samo da nas se plase
A i imaju cega, Sindikat nova stranica
Ekipa gladijatora oslobodila se lanaca
Domogli se oruzja, okuplja se armija
Sindikat treci album, Hanibal pred vratima! Kad izgubila se nada, u blato volja kad je pala
Tada pod znak Sindikata braca zajedno su stala
Od tada nema vise nazad, svud se rasplamsala vatra
Kad pada lisce morala, mi za istinu smo jatak
Zato nemoj plakat draga kada padnu ova stabla
Zemlja spremna bice tada da niknu nova, mlada
Stigli smo, sve pred sobom cistimo, sindikat, nas ideal istina
Ovde izgledam k?o cudo prave vrednosti kad furam
Sve sto stekao sam trudom, sve podelio sam s? svim srcem! K?o za druga u nevolji, uvek tu? svim srcem! svim srcem! Svakog trena, kroz ceo trnovit put? svim srcem! svim srcem! svim srcem! svim srcem! svim srcem! K?o za druga u nevolji, uvek tu? Svakog trena, kroz ceo trnovit put? Svi k?o jedan, i u dobru i u zlu? Tu smo kao godisnja doba, kao nov dan koji donosi zora
Koju cekas sad sa mnom kao deo plemena moga
BS, jos jedna godina rodna, BS, jos jednom tu kao deo vasih zivota
Kao godina nova, povod za veselje
Novi Sindikat, ulice bruje sirom cele zemlje
Novi Sindikat i odjednom tebra zivot lep je
Ceo dgra pevusi krisom, zvizduce i hejter
Zato i ti sad uhvati korak sa armijom
Sto odlucno podzemlje predstavlja
Hodaj sa mnom, oseti ulice Beograda
Slusas zvuk povratka i slobodan letis iznad oblaka
I nisi jedini, tol?ko ljudi, kraj se ne vidi
Tol?ko ljudi nas prati, k?o je mog?o to da predvidi
Trenuci vredniji od svih materijalnih sranja
Klince skidamo s? svim srcem! Svi k?o jedan, i u dobru i u zlu? kojom moze da se zeza
Mnogo zilava je meta, nema pravog instrumenta
Posle batina i metka, ovdasnjih organa reda
Ostace ideja, pesma, da na njoj odrastu deca
Plameni inicijali prvog podzemnog brenda
Zapaljeni iskrom koja dosla je pravo iz herca
Probudjenih masa ceka ispred regrutnog centra
Masa istine je zedna, ukidanja tabu tema
Toga svaki ker se zenta, prevrce u snu i jeca
Jer kad ne bude nas vise, to ce biti samo smena! To sto na bini sada gledas nije cela santa leda
To je samo deo svega, vrh ledenog brega
Nasa stvar je mnogo veca, pitaj agente DB-a
Ko sve ceo koncert peva, kol?ko spremnih je na jedan
To se pouzdano ne zna, jer prepunila se sveska
Dosijea, manjak mesta, sluzba je odavno svesna
BS nije banda smesna, s? Granda k?o Drajzerova klince s? drugom
I zato smo za drzavu najstrasniji kriminal
Druzina sto nikad se ne prodaje za dinar
I ko hoce da nas skloni, moze slobodno da proba
Al? pajda
Trunka zdravog razuma u ludilu gresnog grada
Rezultate rada vidim cim zakoracim na asfalt
Vojska Sindikata sa svakim stihom jaca
Pa sad ceo grad peva poput horde navijaca
Refren:
BS se voli kao klub?

Cadell – Last Supper Lyrics

Status? [Intro/Hook]
My temper can’t be tamed
So stay up in yours, don’t try be in my lane
Judas, you will get tek out the frame
And there’s no invite to the last supper
It’s like snakes just wanna see the last of us
But they don’t move fast enough
Look
[Verse 1]
Now they wanna know what F.A.M.E stands for
It stands for f**k all my enemies
Come to the rave, one man, that’s ten of me
No influence, no one’s selling me
And they wanna know why I’m so raw
Is it cause I had the key to the door
Since 7 years old, way back in ’04? I don’t know about yours
Of course, none of my bruddas are my disciples
In this life, equality is vital
Seen man fall victim to the spiral
Broke out, me and my team’s on the rise
Pray to God that he keeps them alive
They wanna be in the jungle like us
But you ain’t got what is needed to survive, no
[Hook]
Oh, what a shame
Temper can’t be tamed
So stay up in yours, don’t try be in my lane
Judas, you will get tek out the frame
And there’s no invite to the last supper
It’s like they just wanna see the last of us
But they don’t move fast enough
Wouldn’t let a man talk about blasting us
They’re upset cause you put ’em on blast for stuff
But tough titties, grew up in a rough city
No rivals in the country
Right now, you can either run away or run with me
And I don’t care what you’re saying
All you’ve gotta know is what role you’re playing
And you can’t do too many graveyard shifts
Sometimes, gotta put them days in
[Verse 2]
And I heard man talking my name
Went ghost with a bally on, Patrick Swayzed him
You’re from the block, I am too
I’ll come to the block where your whole team stays in
Traveler, last three years, no manager
Stroke a bit of luck, St Patrick gave it
Flew to Cyprus, learnt how to drive
Still remember them backseat days
I’ma drive a car with who I walk with
Hop out on anybody that I don’t talk with
Been ran over twice, not by Stelf, that’s bullshit
But look at me, I’m still walking
Who would’ve thought it? I’ma buy a yard in Napa
Watch them worry ’bout a mortgage, sorted
And I already told ’em again
Better lace that track when you mention my name
[Hook]
Oh, what a shame
Temper can’t be tamed
So stay up in yours, don’t try be in my lane
Judas, you will get tek out the frame
And there’s no invite to the last supper
It’s like they just wanna see the last of us
But they don’t move fast enough
Wouldn’t let a man talk about blasting us
They’re upset cause you put ’em on blast for stuff
But tough titties, grew up in a rough city
No rivals in the country
Right now, you can either run away or run with me
And I don’t care what you’re saying
All you’ve gotta know is what role you’re playing
And you can’t do too many graveyard shifts
Sometimes, gotta put them days in
[Verse 3]
I spent £10 credit on a ten grand phone call
They wanna break bread with me cause I’m not that social
Joke is I weren’t even in the country (I was in Napa)
But I used a hotline number so I looked local
You ain’t gotta go Paton Close to get taken to Bow School
I was still there in my old days with old tools
And I was already into vocals, now look
I’ve seen the outlook, dem man just wanna shout hooks
Been around Gs, been around moots
You couldn’t take one look at my yard when I’m pushing in keys
Me, I got 9, then I put it in threes
Turned the three into sixes
Couldn’t give a damn ’bout a rookie man team
Evil like boogeyman’s dreams
Whipping up a chicken and I’m cooking my cheese
Share it out, everybody must eat
And anybody who don’t eat, don’t hate
Giving out more than 14 plates
So they might smash up your 14 plate
[Hook]
Oh, what a shame
Temper can’t be tamed
So stay up in yours, don’t try be in my lane
Judas, you will get tek out the frame
And there’s no invite to the last supper
It’s like they just wanna see the last of us
But they don’t move fast enough
Wouldn’t let a man talk about blasting us
They’re upset cause you put ’em on blast for stuff
But tough titties, grew up in a rough city
No rivals in the country
Right now, you can either run away or run with me
And I don’t care what you’re saying
All you’ve gotta know is what role you’re playing
And you can’t do too many graveyard shifts
Sometimes, gotta put them days in

Yu Grupa – Jedan Od Onih Dana Lyrics

Не говори ми
Да су бољи дани испред нас
Не замери ми
Што не желим да тичујем глас
Немој да се љутимо
Ја би` на трен
Заједно да ћутимо
Само да повучем дим
И дођем себи
Глава кида ме
Радо ставио би` облогу
Ти ме не чујеш
Ти си сва у свом монологу
Немој да се љутимо
Ја би` на трен
Заједно да ћутимо
Само да повучем дим
И дођем себи
Један од оних дана
Када би` да одустанем
Имај милости, драга
Када болујем
На леву станем
Један од оних дана
Када би` да одустанем
Имај милости, драга
Када болујем
На леву станем

Beogradski Sindikat – Za Sve Moje Ljude Lyrics

[Текст за “Za Sve Moje Ljude”] []
[Увод]
[Стих 1]
Ово овде нису строфе за љигаве и лоше
Већ за моје што се боре, дискретне хероје
За обичне ликове, искрене и добре
Што не намећу се много, али неће да се склоне
Јер када брод тоне увек прво пале мишеви
А капетани искусни, на друге ће мислити
Живот зна да буде Титаник, усамљеник, изгнаник
Тад рађају се Титани, у невољи исправни
Ово овде нису коске за клинце да се ложе
Поруке просте да глупости се множе
Нема јефтине прозе, лоших трипова што возе
Прво звуче добро, а онда заврше к’о проблем
Ово овде све је лично, ми не продајемо приче
Комплекс не величам, већ ствари што су битне
Овде има рима свима клинцима за пример
За све усијане главе да се охладе и смире
[Припев]
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
[Стих 2]
За све моје људе много љуте и брзе
Што кад наиђу муке не могу да издрже
Филм им лако пукне, лакше друге мрзе
Па се муче и чуде, што снови су под кључем
Клинац лако слуђен истрипа “Боље туђе”
Мисли да је матор, а из филма “Рођен Јуче”
Погрешно си учен, јак си само у гомили
Лако је згутати и попити, слабијег изломити
Немаш коме да се обратиш
Прави пример потражиш
Јер сутра брзо долази – треба човек постати
Нестали су кодекси, остали су комплекси
Победе су порази, а исходи су потресни
Зато стани мало, размисли
Шта ћеш тиме постићи
Ако не знаш сам, ова песма нек ти објасни
Она је за снове, за све људе моје
Што упорно се труде да сутра буде боље
[Припев]
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
[Стих 3]
За све моје људе што поштено се труде
Ходају, не пузе, да би постигли успех
За све што се муче, што рано се буде
Раде послове труле да би плаћали рачуне
И за све оне друге што разна срања трпе
Ал’ не праве компромисе да крај са крајем скрпе
За све вама луде, што сматрате за глупе
Ал’ им завидите увек што не полажу рачуне
Нас не могу да купе, јер све радимо срцем
И кварно кад нас буше, ми им покажемо зубе
Они лажне приче нуде за све моје људе
Који створили су свет у који неће да их пусте
Који поднеће и жртве за снове, макар пусте
А ми стојимо уз њих да се глас о њима чује
Не дамо да угуше наше мале побуне
Ми растемо у дивове до коначне победе
[Припев]
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
За све, за све, за све моје људе
Што упорно се труде да сутра боље буде
[Завршно]

Cadell – Almighty Lyrics

Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
[Verse 1]
I swear to God, I ain’t like none of them
Man claim they came up, same time I came up
Until I switched the game up like “come again”
Call it a night, call it a day
Call it what you want, cause we lock the scene straight
If this one’s grime and that’s one grime
Someone better just slap the DJ
It’s like they don’t know what grime is
Cause nowadays man get punched in the face
Jump on mic and deny it
And dem man wanna ask what I did
Just cause you’re from the road
Doesn’t mean that you’re from my street
One day I’ll offer a chair at the table
Next thing I know, you’re after my seat
So ask God why I’m still standing
Ask him why I spent so many days in the sunlight
Like I’m reigning champion
Ask him why my name stood firm
Even back when no one backed him
Ask him why they attack, but they lack defence
When I’m in the box, I’m tackling
[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what? Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what? Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
[Verse 2]
I held my own nicely
Wanna be driving a car before 19
Right now, we ain’t counting numbers
I advise you just count them hundreds
And back in the day, couple man sang
Can’t be around them youngers
I was in the rave in Camden, ducking man down
Cause I can’t stand them fronters
And I can’t get too near haters
Couple of people might be where I am
But two years later
Walk in the room like “who here hates us?”
Couple of my Gs are two-tear status, no tatts
Streets I been killing, The riddim, I rode that
Couple MCs still seeking revenge
But their real lives and their lyrics don’t match
Feds won’t let man out the country
M16’s at the gate
All that’s late, a shot nearly got fire
Dem man talk too much
We don’t really talk too much so I bet he’s wired
Me I really beat that up
Last time I beat that up, man, I left it tired
Left in a state
Tryna be free, not stuck up in a cage
[Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what? Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what? [Hook]
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what? Just know when I roll out, it goes off
Most shit doesn’t excite me
(NO IT DON’T)
And I always clean up
Most MCs just sound untidy
If you don’t like me, come and on sight me
And that’s word to the Lord almighty
(COME GET ME)
Ask around town why people don’t like me, So what?

Eddie Spaghetti – I Don’t Wanna Grow Up Lyrics

When I’m laying in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that’s
Always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever want to be that way
I don’t wanna grow up
Seems that folks turn into things
That they never want
The only thing to live for is today…
I’m gonna put a hole in my t.v. set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out drinkin’ all night
I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb on grand street
When I see the 5 o’clock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up

Paul Davis – One More Time For The Lonely Lyrics

Driving on the road to home
A few cars back
Maybe three in front
I don’t know
All I know is we
Are going way too slow
The guy in front takes a left
The others follow
I am left alone
Maybe this will be the day
That I’m going home
And I feel lonely for the last time
Walking on the road to home
I take three steps
And I fall backward five more
I want to stop building up
These walls between us
The walls of pride, the walls of pain
Break through these
And make me whole again
I cannot wait to be with you, Lord Jesus
And I feel lonely for the last time
See the walls, see the walls
Come crashing down around us
Now we, now we are together
And feel lonely for the last time

Da Beatminerz – U…, Me…, All Ov Us Lyrics

Heads up, niggas, come on…
(You…) Stay maintaining this rock. Y’all can remain ambivalent
‘Cause from this point, nothing changed the sentiments
Quitting is now hard to say just like cinnamon
I fear…
[Hook: Jean Grae]
(You…) Gotta know when it’s time to stand up. Keep on my niggas…
(You…) Gotta get your paper tight. Don’t smother these bars
I don’t clutter it with garbage—won’t mutter it ‘less it’s simply marvelous
And I need to know I’m a part of this. (Me…) Gotta get my paper right until
(All of us…) And invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it. (Me…) Must keep everybody crunk
(All of us…) Must speak when want. (Me…) Must speak truth every drop
(All of us…) Still stay running from the cops. Heads up, niggas, come on…
(You…) Stay maintaining this rock. Increase the flame
Little bit higher so fire slips out the frame
Until I retire—that’s never. I’m out
Catch you on tour…
[Hook: Jean Grae]
(You…) Gotta get your damn hands up. You better shut your mouth
‘Til me spill rounds, all of us running now
I’ve got a cunning mouth. (Me…) Must keep on giving my all until
(All of us…) Got it locked for real and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed. (Me…) I’m out… (Let’s keep goin’…)
(All of us…) Renaissance—shift over the marketin’
Won’t bother me hardly. My mind since back to starvin’, part partial to startin’
Huge riots caused by new pre-OTTs
Move out the way, biatch, or end up in triage
We got more this year. (Me…) Gotta get my paper right until
(All of us…) And invest, get it back, stay flippin’ it, they doin’ it. (Me…) We’ll keep this party live until
(All of us…) Fall out. (Me…) Must keep on giving my all until
(All of us…) Got it locked for real and stay strong ‘til the truth’s revealed. Don’t sleep—it’s important. (Me…) Must speak truth every drop
(All of us…) Still stay running from the cops. Y’all got a cunt in yours. Severe rain. Keep on my niggas…
(You…) Gotta get your paper tight. Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much…
(You…) Gotta know who you are and (Me…) must take this further, man, ‘til one day
(All of us…) We can all stand strong together and no man is severin’—not ever
[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
I see the responsibility. Y’all know ain’t nothing changed much…
(You…) Hey thanks for feelin’ this song. I’m cleverer than most others. Trust, I wouldn’t lie to ya
(You…) Must get your hands in the sky. Now it’s time for some of y’all to get called out
[Verse 2: Jean Grae]
I gotta build every record, keep reachin’
Lover of free speech, f**ker with these beats, a
Bubbling name, struggle, fame made stronger by
Ducking our aim, sucking pain. [Hook: Jean Grae]
(You…) Gotta get your damn hands up. I’ll bomb your chain
Right off your torso and also
Disconnect your neck from your poor throat for
Tryin’ to take my glory and my shine
You get floored ‘til your pourin’ it south
Beyond permanent pause in the coroner’s house (And)
Time is the case and I’m on with fine pace
And a line so proper from my momma: “I’m laced”
And my pockets got poppa but I’m on the paper chase
I don’t f**k around.

Gemini Club – Nothing But History Lyrics

She’s at church on the weekdays
The priest leaves and she stays
God better tear those walls down
And I can’t hold a flame
To light a fire up in the rain
The bed you made and the debts I paid
Won’t set me free
There’s nowhere left to go until the back door breaks on me
Don’t forget all that I said
With your lies in my head
You know there’s nothing left to hide
And you can’t seem to say the words that I can see in your face
So stay in all night
Because I might want to come over
To keep what’s left and forget
When you turn away
When you’re walking home
On a winter’s night
I am there with you
When you fall asleep
On the broken ground
When you walk away
I am here with you
Keep your eyes on the road
Push down on the pedal
May you listen now to the silence
That fills in every night
While you echo in this heart of mine
And as the silence fades every page you write
Turns back to me
You’re so clever in disguise in the light of your own marquee
There’s nothing but lights and they shine all night
Cause you know
There’s nothing but history, and nothing but me leaving you alone
So stay in all night
Because I might want to come over
To keep what’s left and forget
When you turn away
When you’re walking home
On winters night
I am there with you
When you fall asleep
On the broken ground
When you walk away
I am here with you Don’t forget what you know
Keep in mind what you don’t
I say you move too fast
You say I move too slow
It’s not the speed
How’d you forget all the history?

Cadell – Hotline 2 Lyrics

Everybody knows if he wasn’t your brother
Then nobody would know Cadell’s name
[Sample from “64 Bars of Air Pie” by Mez]
Likkle bro wanna go on like a big man
Likkle bro can’t ever go where I go
[Sample from “SMH (Swipe Man’s Headtop)” by Blaydes]
Guarantee if you weren’t Wiley’s brother
Nobody in the scene would’ve known your name
[Verse]
Look, new week, new victims
This time I ain’t gonna say no name, that’s a kid ting
Likkle brudda wanna be me cause he done seen me
On BBC and my tunes mixing
Might body your body and buss case, rudeboy, but
If I body your body, I do better
One wears Nike, one of them’s the next in grime
I’m a leader of the New Era
And I just got a sponsorship from New Era too
That means fresh new hats for a header, too
Don’t let me see another Nike baseball cap
No baseball team, no revenue
Yeah, I said Nike like an American
Brand new snapback, beak like a pelican
Just got back from the gifting
Giving ’em out, I ain’t selling ’em
You don’t bang for the block, you’re celibate
When I was in Lewisham, you wasn’t on anything
And I ain’t gotta stay relevant
You wanna talk racks? Then show me ten of ’em
And I said six last time but I bet that I’ll clash ’bout ten of ’em
Didn’t wanna see me get up in my element
Maybe they do, though, who knows
Their bars ain’t even worth a blue note
Just know, when I say “go home”, I mean go home
You’re from Nottingham, you ain’t from Bow Road
You weren’t there when grime was young
Don’t know Maniac or know my mum
So, my son, know your place
I’m that same little kid, just an older age
And make sure your runners got runners
You couldn’t make what my soldier pays
And recently, I’ve been on my own ting
No new friends, youngers or older mates
I can’t lie, I ain’t perfect
Not one person on earth with no mistakes
Last time I saw you was at the tour
Time before that, you was getting rushed
You’re going to hate, it’s inevitable
This ain’t even a send or a diss or an indirect
I’m just setting it all
Let me settle the score
I’m on a level that they ain’t tried level before
Last time that we clashed, it was eight to six
If you cut out the lies, it was seven to four
I still won though, told man several times
They ain’t levelling I
Could’ve got a MOBO last year if I tried
“Rematch who? Rematch, when?”
Is one of the best one-liners of all time
Especially in a clash, don
Brought the war, they all laid their backs on
I don’t listen to charts, they made the grime top five
Don’t ever put Aks on, wah gwan for that, don? Why didn’t he give you champagne? [Sample from “Another Body Down” by Aye Nizzy]
Why didn’t your brother give you a Rolex? That’s not right, so many cameras
So it’s not everyday clap on sight
Buck ’em on the rebound, Harry Kane on the hotline
Let me get Robbie Keane out
About shootings
About shootings, I don’t come on the mic about shootings
I come on the mic and show them they’re losing
Yeah, I’ve got a holiday sponsorship
Lots of piff, all came all-inclusive
07950 798805, my brudda, let’s do this
07950 798805, my brudda, let’s do this
You’re stupid

Rich The Kid – Money Talk Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave
Nigga, that’s that money talk
Hmm, yeah, nigga, that’s that money talk
You hear that, all that
[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain’t no talkin’ to me
I need a chick, no, I ain’t talkin’ for free
I tipped that bitch, she ain’t been home in a week (Home for a week)
Pussy so good, right, I might buy a Jeep (Buy her a skrrr)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave now (Hittas on the rave)
Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, watch the money talk)
Need, all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown)
Nigga, that’s the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)
[Verse 1: Young Boy Never Broke Again]
Ever since she got a arm, told her, I can’t hold her
She put on for the gang, shawty, she a soldier
And it don’t matter what she wish, she thinkin’ what I told her
And I told her I always make sure money talkin’ for ya
And I told her I’m chasing a check, I’ma call her back
I ain’t call in a week and I fall of, babe
I got sticks in the Jeep, I’m on all of that
Lotta racks on my jeans, that’s a hunnid, babe
I don’t even much look, I ain’t sayin’ that
All my bitches in a bustdown
I run with that beef, like a running back
That money talk, I get you touched now
You follow behind me I’m slidin’ with all my bitches in the jag’
Watchin’ a nigga can’t figure me out, like bitch, go get the bag
Hold on, watch me swag, keep protection on my waist, ho’
Neckless 1-30 thirty cash, when I’m walkin’ that Patek shows
[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain’t no talkin’ to me
I need a chick, no, I ain’t talkin’ for free
I tipped that bitch, she ain’t been home in a week (Home for a week)
Pussy so good, right, I might buy a Jeep (Buy her a skrrr)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave now (Hittas on the rave)
Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)
Need, all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown, buss, buss)
Nigga, that’s the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)
[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
They say, “The money on the way“, I had to tell ’em “Rush it“
I bought the Cartier, was plain but then I told ’em “Bust it“ (Ice)
He ain’t talking ’bout no money, I ain’t heard nothin’ (No)
It ain’t no discussion (Discussion), every time she call I’m comin’ (What?)
I left the Maybach running (Running)
I keep the cash all hunnids (All hunnids)
Pull out the stick they drummin’ (Grrrah)
Bitch I’m the boss, you nothin’ (Woo)
I be talking ’bout a check, look at my bitch her wrist on wet
Everything I buss it down, put Eliantte round my neck
Feel so good I bought the Wagen off the lot (Skrr)
Pussy so good I bought Chanel right on the spot (Feel so good)
Bitch I’m the boss, I knock you off, gon’ see the case (See the case)
Rich Forever ballin’ like the NBA (Woo)
Rich
[Pre-Chorus: Rich The Kid]
Bitch, I am the boss, no, ain’t no talkin’ to me
I need a chick, no, I ain’t talkin’ for free
I tipped that bitch, she ain’t been home in a week (Home for a week)
Pussy so good, right, I might buy a Jeep (Buy her a skrrr)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I need hittas on the rave now (Hittas on the rave)
Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)
Need, all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown, buss, buss)
Nigga, that’s the money talk (Nigga, that’s the money talk)

Rick Ross – Future Bright Lyrics

Play this song
[Intro: Rick Ross]
The biggest
Bryson
Your future so bright
The flyest shit
It’s time to take ’em down, baby
Maybach Music
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Yo, (Big Billionaire)
Still got the yayo flyin’ in from all the West Coast
Fleet of cars all red like this was death row
Keep it gangsta, never singin’ like it’s “Danny Boy”
All she seen was Givenchy soon as I ran up on her
Begin at what you eat, I’ma change your lifestyle (Boss)
Lamborghinis at Checkers, a nigga iced out (Woo)
From the back I fuck her long term (Huh)
No trippin’, trust me, shawty, this won’t hurt (Huh)
New G wagon, that’s just to go get your nails did
Big fishin’ I’ma get you niggas at LIV
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama (Huh)
I got a plug and it’s comin’ out of Panama
A petty problem had your ass doin’ 30 years
Boy, the future bright, it’s time to touch these 30 M’s
Cocaine and Maybachs throughout the catalog
Expensive wheels for pretty bitches, I had ’em all (Boss)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Me)
Then fuck with a young boss like me
You got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stops like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a-, fuck with a-
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Rollin’ deep, show and tell by the gang unit
All the gangstas show me love and they bang to it (Uh)
Our future bright, I wanna handle your retirement
Life insurance, policy with the Pyrex (Uh)
Kingpin so it’s smoother than a one-two
Got you the same whip I got your mom too (Huh)
Do it big and shit, I’m talkin’ until
Junior Mafia niggas’ll let the guns loose (Bang)
Bad bitch better show me what her tongue do (Huh)
Dapper Dan Gucci suits that I could run through (Huh)
My niggas comin’ up like it was coke prices (Huh)
How can you be trippin’, nigga, with no snipers? (Huh)
Step-steppin’ off the jets, still in the hair-rollers
She rock with dopeboys, all shareholders
20 stacks, blow it all in Fashion Nova
What I’m smokin’, you can smell from California (Boss)
[Chorus: Bryson Tiller]
Shorty said she wanna floss like me (Floss like me)
Never trip about the cost like me (Cost like me)
Live lavish and call the shots like me (Call the shots)
Then fuck with a young boss like me
I know you got a man but he not like me (No), like me, no
Pull out the stop like me, like me
Oh, you say you need a boss like me
Baby fuck with a-, fuck, fuck, fuck with a-, fuck with a-
[Outro]
Maybach Music

Mac Miller – Complicated Lyrics

Play this song
[Verse 1]
Outside is cloudy, but I like that better (Better, better)
Behind the wheel, but still ain’t on my way
Some people say they want to live forever
That’s way too long, I’ll just get through today
[Chorus]
Without any complications (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Does it always gotta, does it always gotta
Gotta be so complicated? Let me, let me know if I can see you later
We could make it easy
[Verse 3]
Inside my head is getting pretty cluttered (Cluttered, cluttered)
I try, but can’t clean up this mess I made
‘Fore I start to think about the future
First, can I please get through a day? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I’m way too young to be gettin’ old
[Verse 2]
And all I wanna do is look, but I can’t see, baby
Who you talkin’ to while you talkin’ to me, baby? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I’m way too young to be gettin’ old (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Well, I’m way too young to be gettin’ old
[Outro]
Some people say they want to live forever
Without any complications (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Does it always gotta, does it always gotta
Gotta be so complicated? [Chorus]
Without any complications (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Does it always gotta, does it always gotta
Gotta be so complicated?

Eminem – Marsh Lyrics

(Yeah), I’m named after the wet lands
[Chorus]
I’m Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)
Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)
My name is Marsh and, my name is, my name is
My name is Marsh Shut up, Beavis, ha ha
I got your bitch with her butt out
I’m hittin’ a lick ’cause she stickin’ her tongue out (Bitch)
You got no hitters, you might be pitchin’ a shut out
She ’bout to give up the dug out (Yeah)
I should just live in a nut house
Right now, I live in an igloo (Yeah)
And I’m not chillin’ the fuck out
Treat you like a stepparent, does to a stepchild with red hair and
Plus I get dough like Ed Sheeran, so call me the ginger bread man
I’m a stan of Redman, X-Clan and I’m a Treach fan
But I look up to myself (Yeah)
Like a fucking headstand (Yeah)
So why, w-w-why else, would I call myself an alien? (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Checked in at the Royal Garden
To chill and avoid my problems
Until paranoia caused me
To feel like I’m going bonkers
For real, think my toilet’s talkin’
I spilled like, like forty bottles
Of pills, think your boy is startin’
To feel like a spoiled carton of milk
‘Cause it just occurred
My girl’s cheatin’, I’m kickin’ that fucking bitch to the curb
But the word “fucking” ain’t meant to be a descriptive word
The type of bitch she is, ain’t no adjective, it’s a verb
Ho thinks her snatch is magical
But that’s how she attracts men, though
Traps ’em and attack similar to an actual arachnid
Or a vaginal tarantula or black widow
In fact it’ll be nothin’ to throw that lil’ bitch with a capital B out the back window
Of the black Cadillac limo like a whack demo
When I’m strapped, when I spit rapid, like a ratchet
A halfwit, I’ll aim at, then I’ll
Been fire bitch, I can outrap Reynolds
A pad and pen’ll be great, but a napkin’ll do
Return of the whack sicko
Head spinnin’ like invisible scratch pickles
Yeah, Shady’s back, see the bat signal
It’s time to go bat shit, like you accidentally ate a Louisville slugger and crapped it
I’d like to introduce myself
Hi there, bitch…
[Chorus]
My name is Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)
Call me extra, extra terrestrial
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial (Skrrt, yeah)
[Verse 2]
I could keep beefin’, fuck is the point? Play this song
[Intro]
My name is Marsh and this world, I’m out of it (Out of it)
‘Cause with all this A-B-C shit, I’m starting to sound like Alf a bit
Ha, I kill me, this medicine’s counterfeit
I was mislead by the sound of it, how am I gonna get turnt up on this Valium shit? How could I hit a dry spell? I could make it really difficult for motherfuckers to come to Detroit
If you’re still looking for smoke, I already gave you an L
I’d rather just see you in Hell, but I should get Puff on the joint (Diddy)
Wait, run it back, I said give you an L, in Hell
Puff on the joint, I am the blunt you avoid
Used to get jumped for my ProWings
When I was growing up they said a Slinky’s a wonderful toy
My mother thought I was such a fun little boy
“Oh, what a bundle of joy”
Until the morning she suffered a punch in the groin
From a tantrum I was throwing
Like a motherfuckin’ disgruntled employee
I don’t cut the beat ’til I fuckin’ destroy it
Once I get going, rain, thunder, it’s storming
Puddles are forming, I hear somebody’s voice
In my head, say it’s still a dream
Then he said kill emcees
Trippie Redd, with pills and lean
Sipping meds in the limousine
Getting head, guillotine
[Chorus]
My name’s Marsh and, I’m out this world (This world)
S on my chest (Superman) like it’s plural (It’s lit)
Call me extra, extra terrestrial (Yeah)
Extra, extra, extra terrestrial
[Verse 3]
Yeah
So all of y’all can just suck a penis (Suck a penis)
I’ll do the opposite (I’ll do the opposite)
Eat you pussies like cunnilingus (Like cunnilingus)
There ain’t no stoppin’ it (There ain’t no stoppin’ it)
They say I’m such a genius (They say I’m such a genius)
When that Kamikaze hit (When that Kamikaze hit)
Now they call me “butter fingers” (They call me “butter fingers”)
‘Cause I just keep droppin’ shit (I just keep droppin’ shit)
You wanna butt heads?

Elujay – Can’t Wait Lyrics (feat. Amen, Daoud & Genoa)

[Voicemail]
Aye, nigga, I ain’t gonna be playing this phone tag with you, my nigga
So at your earliest convenience, give me a call back
Aight, you have a blessed day. (Laughs)
One time
[Verse 1]
Play this for your baby boy
Tell him that it’s all good
Put your cape on, boy
Cause you’re gonna save the hood
I don’t wanna cash out
Brother bust another joog
Displacing black folks
Kicked me out the neighborhood
Sorry cause we been there
Look at what we have here
We gon win another ring
Like we did it last year
This is for my hipster girl
Sipping on that past beer
You the reason why my niggas really have fear
Let me take a second get it right, get it right
Let me take a second, get it right, get it right
Section 8 gon’ have my niggas right, get ‘ em right
Let me get it back, one time
[Hook: Choir]
I can’t wait too long
Cause even if you got too long
Even if you got no home (x4)
[Verse 2]
Forget that call, it’s her no more
Don’t really know, little ma no more
Bad bitch on that big ol boat
That big ol boat
Hey white man, pay these reparations
I’m not tryna be a f**king stat like calculations
And shoutout to them fathers that be tryna beat their cases
Many situations when I’m tryna get my placement
I kick it back, cause I’m placing
You know I’m round the city, cause you know I got some places
Let me take a second, get it right, get it right
Section 8 gon’ have my niggas right, get em right
Let me get it back, one time
[Hook]
[Outro]
I can’t wait, no I can’t wait