Browse Month: January 2018

Birdman & Young Thug – Lil One

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Aye, yeah, yeah
Hey
We got London On Da Track
Thugger

[Hook 1: Young Thug]
Lil’ one
I want to know, how you feelin’ lil’ one (tell me, how you feel)
Tell Lil Thugger, how you feelin’ lil’ one
Hey, I need to know just, how you feel, feel, feel

[Post-Hook 1: Young Thug]
How are you feelin’ lil one, how you feelin’ lil’ one? (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
How are you feelin’ lil’ one, how you feelin’ lil’ one (I just want you to tell me, I just want you to tell me)
I wanna know, how you feel lil’ one
Tell me just, how you feel lil’ one
Tell, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, just tell me (tell me)

[Bridge 1: Young Thug]
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me (I’m listenin’)
I just want you to tell me (go ‘head)
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me
I just want you to tell me

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that I’ma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie, oh
We might just stroll, we ain’t tryna roll
I just wanna enjoy every second
She can take it slow
I’m like oh, oh, oh, oh whoa
I’m not talkin’ bean
But she keep pigeons on her toes

[Bridge 2: Young Thug]
Aye
Thugger want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it (yeah)
I just want you to feel it
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)
Yeah (lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one, lil’ one)

[Hook 2: Young Thug]
How you feel lil’ one?
I wanna know just, how you feel lil one
Please, tell Thugger, just, how you feel lil’ one
How you feel, how you feel, how you feelin’?
How you feelin’, how you feelin’, just, how you feel

[Post-Hook 2: Young Thug]
I just want you to feel it
Blood. just want you to feel it
YSL, want you to feel it
Please
Baby girl, I wanna feel it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it
Please, tell me, I’m feelin’ it, yeah

[Verse 2: Young Thug & Birdman]
She not a Crip, but her coupe blue
She not a Blood, but she eat ravioli
Wanna twist yo’ body around, I hope you know yoga
Nigga screamin’, "free Pibb" like I’m giving away soda
I don’t really talk, but I been said, "I told ya"
I’m ridin’ with the yoppa like I come from Magnolia (graw)
I just wanna bang bang like Chief Sosa (bang-bang)
It’s a shame on Stunnaman so, yeah
Tell me, how you feel, nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga
Tell me, how you feel, a nigga, for real
Show you, how we dealin’, nigga
Show you, how we kill a nigga
Show you, how we illy niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s bang-bang and chop-chop
It’s Blood gang, we kill niggas, for real
It’s chop-chop and bang-bang
It’s Cash Money, it’s Rich Gang, it’s YSL
We kill niggas, for real
I thought I told ya
Born stunnas, we known high rollers
Bang-bang for young soldiers (I just want you to tell me)
Bang-bang for lil’ soldiers

[Outro: Young Thug]
Yeah, yeah
Go ‘head and tell me, how you feel
Hey, I’m playin’ doctor just like Phil (go ‘head)
I got more syrup than Uncle Phil (ooh)
I’m almost certain that imma feel, hey (hey)
Screwed to the max (I’m geeked)
I swear to God, I got that coolie on a mack (graw-graw)
I ran up my bands up, now she act like a brat
She could never be a gnat (no)
I’m not talking ’bout no build
But lil’ mama gotta six pack (woo)
She workin’ on it (she, what?)
She get on top of me and work me, homie
Actin’ childish in this phantom
Lay back the curtains on it
She tryna show ’em, that she ridin’ ’round with me
And they trash, no curby, homie

Lee Ann Womack – All The Trouble

I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
And I just don’t want no more

The deck is stacked against you
Life’s a losing hand
Even when you think you’re up
You’re right back down again
Either way you play it
The house is gonna win

It’s hard being little
It’s hard being small
Make it up that mountain
You’re standing big and tall
Well the trouble with the mountain
There’s 8 million ways to fall

I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
And I just don’t want no more

I need a happy ending
Somebody write me one
If there’s a prince awaiting
Somebody send him on
Even Cinderella had to find her own way home

Well it started with a dark cloud
And a couple drops of rain
Then the storm and the wind and the thunder and the lightning came
Somebody give me shelter
I’ve had all I can take

‘Cause I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
And I just don’t want no more

If you’ve got some good news
Give me a chance
If you’ve got some good love
Just put it in my hand

‘Cause I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
I got all the trouble I’m ever gonna need
And I just don’t want no more

No I just don’t want no more
No more, no more, no more

(All the trouble)
(All the trouble)

DJ Spin & Whiiite – Til She Lose Her Voice (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Intro]
Scoob in this bitch with me
But this about you
Ooh, let’s go

[Verse 1]
Girl, you know I love ya, and I’m there for ya
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya
I got some candle lit and some underwear for ya
Them edible underwear, I ate a pair for ya
Ooh, now she on a handstand, I’m her number one fan
She the intelligent one, I’m just me with my dumbass
She a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her
She ain’t got a lot of ass, but I could work with her

[Chorus]
‘Cause she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, scream and holler ’til she lose her voice
Yeah, she shake it like a dog, hop like a frog
Ride it like a horse, so I ain’t got a choice
She pop it like a tart, and stab it like a heart
She [?], she watching her remarks
And she said, "We gon’ ride this shit on out & now we walk"
I said, "Fuckin’ right," ooh baby, ooh baby

[Post-Chorus]
‘Til she lose her voice, like
She said, "Ignore them hoes, better not"
She said, "Them hoes, better not fuck with my Tunechi
He got a magic stick and know how to use it"
She said, "Them hoes, better not fuck with my Tunechi
He got a magic stick and know how to use it"

[Verse 2]
She a slim, fine woman with some twerk with her
She ain’t got a lot of ass, but I could work with her
She a slim, fine woman with some shit with her
She ain’t got a lot of ass, but she pretty as fuck
And she can shake it like a dog, shake it like a dog
Shake it like a, now take that dog for a walk
And want you walk it like a serve it, like a, bounce it like a, yeah
Walk it like a, serve it, like a, bounce it like a, yeah
Girl, you know I love you and I care for you
Girl, you know I love you, I go hard for you, it’s from the heart
Girl, you got a monkey on that dick, monkey on that dick
Act a donkey on that dick, Pony on that shit
Let me see you monkey on that dick, monkey on that dick
Act a donkey on that dick, Pony on that shit

[Chorus 2]
I got some new shoes and a bag of hair for ya
Just ask my bitch about me, I got her a belt vuitton
And this dick is A1, pussy well
And she said, "Ooh baby, ooh baby"

[Post-Chorus]
‘Til she lose her voice, like
She said, "Ignore them hoes, better not"
She said, "Them hoes, then I pop with my Tunechi
He got a magic stick and know how to use it"
She said, "Them hoes, then I pop with my Tunechi
He got a magic stick and know how to use it"
‘Til she lose her voice, like, like, like, like

Luke Combs – One Number Away

[Verse 1]
Are you sitting at home, all alone, trying to fall asleep?
Are you staring a hole through your phone, praying that it rings?
Are you watching a movie that you’ve seen a thousand times?
Or maybe playing some Mayer, getting lost in your favorite lines

[Pre-Chorus]
Well, if you’re anything like me
You just might be doing whatever it takes
To drown out the noise
But I just wanna hear your voice

[Chorus]
And I’m one number away
From calling to you
I said I was through
But I’m dying, inside
Got my head in a mess
Girl, I confess
I lied when I said
"I’m leaving and not coming back"
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain
But everywhere I go, I see your face
In my brain, dial it up, everything I wanna say
But I’m still one number away

[Verse 1]
Are you stuck at a red light with a Marlboro Light on your lips?
Does the smoke in your mirror get clearer without my kiss?
Are you changing the station replacing our favorite songs?
Well maybe it’s a mistake, hit the brakes, I’m moving on

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Well, if you’re anything like me
You just might be doing whatever it takes
To outrun the storm
But I’m almost out that door

[Chorus]
And I’m one number away
From calling to you
I said I was through
But I’m dying, inside
Got my head in a mess
Girl, I confess
I lied when I said
"I’m leaving and not coming back"
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain
But everywhere I go, I see your face
In my brain, dial it up, everything I wanna say
But I’m still one number away

[Bridge]
Will you pick up when I call?
Or just forget we loved at all
We don’t have to talk
I just wanna hear your voice

[Chorus]
And I’m one number away
From calling to you
I said I was through
But I’m dying, inside
Got my head in a mess
Girl, I confess
I lied when I said
"I’m leaving and not coming back"
Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain
But everywhere I go, I see your face
In my brain, dial it up, everything I wanna say
But I’m still one number away, away, away
Yeah I’m still one number away

Mist – Game Changer

[Intro]
Steel Banglez
Sickmade

[Verse 1]
Live life on the edge, won’t topple
Like when I’m on a bike, full throttle
Step in the dance, kop bottles
MIST from the ends is the kids role model
New whip soon land, looking like a space shuttle
Black-on-black, yeah, I call that subtle
My dargs dem a bark, no muzzle
Beef get solved real quick, but it’s long like puzzles
I just wanna watch money double

[Chorus]
I’m getting hot like Nelly
Legend in the game, Machiavelli
Glastonbury, yeah, yeah, you see me on the telly
I’m a very calculated nigga, never miss a penny
I’m getting hot like Nelly
Legend in the game, Machiavelli
Glastonbury, yeah, yeah, you see me on the telly
I’m a very calculated nigga, never miss a penny

[Verse 2]
Just gimmie health, health and wealth
Fear no one but God himself
Got P from my EP and weren’t selling on the shelf
I remember hustling for Ralph
These day I hustle for a house
Stepped in the dance, shut down, bounced
Came through stinking of ounce
Yeah, I came through stinking of ounce

[Chorus]
I’m getting hot like Nelly
Legend in the game, Machiavelli
Glastonbury, yeah, yeah, you see me on the telly
I’m a very calculated nigga, never miss a penny
I’m getting hot like Nelly
Legend in the game, Machiavelli
Glastonbury, yeah, yeah, you see me on the telly
I’m a very calculated nigga, never miss a penny

[Verse 3]
Game change like weather
Yeah, I changed, but I changed for the better
Diamond in the dirt, yeah, you know that I’m treasure
So far gone, dem boy can’t measure
Having no dough brings pressure
When you get dough, don’t go broke, yeah, that’s clever
Sickmade on my chain and my sweater
Yeah, the game got changed with pleasure

[Bridge]
Sickmade
MIS to the fucking T
Just gimmie health, health and wealth
Just gimmie health
Just gimmie health, health and wealth
Just gimmie health

[Chorus]
I’m getting hot like Nelly
Legend in the game, Machiavelli
Glastonbury, yeah, yeah, you see me on the telly
I’m a very calculated nigga, never miss a penny
I’m getting hot like Nelly
Legend in the game, Machiavelli
Glastonbury, yeah, yeah, you see me on the telly
I’m a very calculated nigga, never miss a penny

Trippie Redd – Hellboy

[Intro]
I wuv Trippie Redd
Aye, it was always a, a fucking goal to, uh
Give all these niggas hell, know what I’m sayin’
A Love Letter to You 2
Ooh, fuck your boo
Baby wish me well

[Chorus]
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell

[Verse]
I let the money dance, the diamond blings all by itself
Without any help, so that means it shine on it’s own
Without any gold, I’ve been a king without any throne
It’s time to take your ass to school, ain’t no place, like, home
I’m 1400 with the screw up kids, don’t screw up kid
Or that choppa wet your crew up kid, I’m two up kid
We animals, better zoo up kid
I’m from Canton but the whole country where I blew up big
Who knew us kid, I think I came from under a rock
Was out on the block, my cousin had that shit in his sock
He movin’ the work, your bitch all over my cock
I put dick in her mouth, like the whole mother of bombs
And I ain’t talkin’ Donald Trump, but I’ll take Donald out the trunk
And let Donald’s ass bust if you keep talkin’ down on gang
I just pulled up in a Lamb, cuzzo pulled up in a Range
And we reloadin’ them sticks lil’ nigga, we release them things, ayy

[Bridge]
Hold up, give ’em hell, give ’em hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well, yeah
Give ’em hell, give ’em hell
I been on the road wish me well, wish me well

[Chorus]
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell
Baby wish me well (wish me well)
It’s all a dream just like a wishing well (well)
To give ’em hell (hell), and you know that I live in hell (hell)
A livin’ hell (hell), I’m Hellboy, I live in hell

[Outro]
Baby, wish me well
Baby, wish me well
Baby, wish me well
Ooh, I was like sayonara to you
Ooh, I was like wish me well, lil’ boo
Ooh, I dropped a love letter to you
Yeah, and gave you another one, lil’ boo
Yeah, sayonara to you
Ooh, sayin’ wish me well, lil’ boo
Yeah, screamin’ wish me well, lil’ boo
Bitch

Chromeo – Bedroom Calling (feat. The-Dream)

[Intro: Chromeo (The-Dream)]
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
(Radio Killa!)

[Verse 1: The-Dream]
You need my time, and I’m here to watch you
I could be here everyday, Johnny on the spot
Just name the place, and show your face
First I had no clue about you, now I’m all brand new about you
Girl, be my love all day, trying to be cool but you’re too flame
Burnin’ up this life of mine, head to toe
Competition ain’t even close
You know that I want you, girl
You know that I need you, girl
You know that I get it

[Chorus: The-Dream]
I could be anywhere, but I wanna be here with you, girl
My mind’s here and there, but I wanna be here with you, girl
It’s okay, let ’em stare, I wanna be here with you, girl
Girl, you always set my love on
Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire
Girl you always set my love on fire

[Verse 2: The-Dream]
Pinch me babe, say I’m dreaming
All these girls [?] ya, I know they schemin’
They not like you, you should be celebratin’
Tonight it’s goin’ down, but feels like we elevated
You know that I want you, girl
You know that I need you, girl
You know that I get it

[Chorus: The-Dream]
I could be anywhere, but I wanna be here with you, girl
My mind’s here and there, but I wanna be here with you, girl
It’s okay, let ’em stare, I wanna be here with you, girl
Girl, you always set my love on fire

[Bridge: Dave 1]
Bet you callin’
Bet you ballin’
I bet you’re fallin’ in love in the bedroom you can’t call in
There’s some confusion, and nothing’s solid
Too hard to know what’s right from wrong
So baby talk to me, come on
(Talk to me, come on)
Talk to me, come on
(Talk to me, come on)
So baby talk to me, come on
(Talk to me, come on)
Talk to me, come on
(Baby talk to me, come on)
So baby talk to me, come on

[Outro: Chromeo]
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up
Bedroom calling, better pick it up

[Outro: The-Dream]
Grab the girl you love the most, and bring her out on the floor
Grab the girl you love the most, and bring her out on the floor
Grab the girl you love the most, and bring her out on the floor
Grab the girl you love the most, and bring her out on the floor

Fabolous & Jadakiss – F Vs. J Intro (At Vevo) (Live)

[Intro]
At night, I lie awake and this man is…is burning
Every waking moment, he haunts me
I think he’s coming
I know he’s coming
I see someone else…in the fog…by the lake
And he’s holding something…
Who is he?

(Ted Smooth, straight face, you remember!)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Yeah, it’s getting spooky out here
All the Nino Browns done turned Pookie out here
No cool niggas, it’s just goofies out here
I mean, niggas is eating pork wearing kufis out here
Through it all, stood tall, Doofy out here
Ten toes down, I’m on two feet out here
Truthfully, out here, I’ll be too flee out here
Getting fly, no bullshit, I’m the 2-3 out here
From Jordans you ain’t see, shoutout to Carolina
To all baby me’s, I see all you Harold Miners
Mixtape three-peats, I fadeaway at the go-go
With girls that’ll spread they legs open for a logo, ay
Check out the swag, yo, I walk like a ball player
To the locker room, I’m back to cock it to ‘em
Toast to all you niggas that was talkin’ caca to ’em
We on a different FLŌH, we ain’t sendin’ vodka to ‘em
The shots that we giving make you send a doctor to ‘em
Bet he say ‘aah’ when it blocka-blocka to ’em
Now he in a awkward room tryna lock a goon
Like the shooter had a hood on, mighta been Dr. Doom
Sounded like a fifth or a nine, couldn’t tell though
All a sudden, thunder, it mighta been Hoodie Melo
You soft as pudding Jell-O, we’ll come to your hood and "Hello"
Wave it at everybody, ain’t tryna be put in jail though
All I know is that the Lambo look good in yellow
And I be swervin’ potholes in every hood and ghetto
Lame nigga, swerve, I lame nigga swerve
It’s been 10 years and you the same nigga, swerve!
I just gotta keep on keepin’ on
But I’m not gon’ be the one you keep on sleepin’ on
This verse right here be your worst nightmare
I just laugh at you niggas then come after you niggas
Freddy!

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
HA-HAAAEEH! (You remember!)
I’m dead wrong; you wanna live, I can’t let you
You at full speed, I’m walking, I still catch you
Mr. Voorhees, good looking, I destroy these
These niggas ain’t bosses, they workers and employees
I came out of the lake, but I be in the boondocks
Flannel or overall, work boots, tube socks
I’ll put something right through your face from out the toolbox
Niggas get hot and make the news, I make the news hot
You can be as hard as whoever, I crack craniums
You know all my killings are brutal and spontaneous
I like this, pop out, soon as you hit the light switch
Run and then all a sudden you fall like the white chicks
Might have to crush your Adam’s apple with the vice grips
You never see me during the day, I play the night shift
Cartilage, flesh and bone, damp gristle
Be my guest, go ahead and hide, I can’t miss you
You already know I reside at Camp Crystal
Lake, dismantle your face, revamp tissue
Power from the hockey mask, James St. Patrick
Three bodies in one night, that’s a hat trick
Pay the plug soon as you finish, that’s a backflip
Spend six, make 12 back, that’s a crack flip
Sad part about it, you boys ain’t even ready
Preferably my weapon of choice is the machete
Screaming at the top of your lungs before I mangle you
Zip you up in your sleeping bag before I strangle you
Yeah, I had it in me since a youngin’
When you hear that (Kill kill kill), you don’t see me but I’m comin’
Everybody gotta die, every man, every woman
(Kill kill kill) Yeah, it ain’t even no sense in runnin’
(Kill kill kill) Nah, my name ring around the nation
How the crime scene was left, they could tell that it was Jason

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Soul Food (At Vevo) (Live)

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Time to put in work, we all got a job to do
I light a joint then ask myself "What would Pablo do?"
Coming through with the paper plates like the barbecue
Got the haters shaking heads like the bobbles do
Yeah, but it’s all for my family
The goal wasn’t live middle class and buy Camrys
I want us all to eat, even if from my pantry
I guess I’m just more soul food than eye candy
I feel like these young niggas need more eye jammies
More passport stamps, less trips to Miami
Yeah bro, we all need a little culture
A little time away from bird ass niggas and vultures
I tell you what you need to hear and not try to insult you
I’m too old to kid you, I gotta adult you
Listen, the shit is getting outta hand
Like fumbles in football, I humbly put y’all
In y’all fucking place, that’s my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it’s mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That’s Supreme Clientele, all I know is buy and sell
We had to hustle to eat, it wasn’t no Thanksgiving
Pour out a little liquor for homies that ain’t living
It’s big dinner shit, baby, everybody up in here
Find what you bring to the table, then pull up a chair, yeah…

[Interlude: Jadakiss]
You see?
Without hope, it ain’t nothing
HA-HAAAEEH!
I like this shit, you should love it
(Kill kill kill! Kill kill kill!)

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Uh, let’s finish the game, Billy (uhh)
Do something and stop stalling, that’s silly (haha)
The bul over there just drawlin’, that’s Philly (woo!)
Invisible set, F class, that’s chilly (mmm)
Life is short, death’s fast, that’s illy (yep)
When ya whole crew got cash, that’s willie (uh)
To everybody living it up, you gotta feel me (yep)
And nah, I ain’t giving it up, you gotta kill me (uh uh)
Whoever you look up to, ask ’em, I’m a real G (ask ’em)
As far as this rap shit go, I got realty
Before being signed to a major, I had a real ki
And I ain’t tryna play you, I’m tryna give you the real me (nah)
Almost twenty years in the game, and I’m still me (woo!)
Niggas fear hearing my name, I got skills, B
The boy, the girl, the weed, I got pills, B
How many other owners you know that’s in the field, B (who?)
No license or registration, that’s where the steel be (uhh)
Honor’s in your pocket, your heart, that’s where the will be (yes)
From the hood, cop out, even if not guilty
Rich ain’t good enough, nigga, I’m not filthy
I’m hardcore, rough and rugged, I’m not silky (uh-uh)
Guns under mattress, money is where the quilt be
(POOF!) This is the last supper here (eat)
Last time we break bread, so pull up a chair, yeah…

Fabolous & Jadakiss – Theme Music (At VEV) (Live)

[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Goddamn! Right
Oh this that Freddy and Jason
Smooth it out

[Verse 1: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music (talk to ’em, Fab)
Told Swizz gotta put the top down (hey)
Drive by my old school just to make my Dean lose it, hah
Always said I’d be a dropout (damn)
Yeah, only right I bring the drop out (woo!)
Look, and everyday is first class
Not bad for the kid who never made his first class
{*school bell ringing*} Yeah

[Verse 2: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
I’m in homeroom with dime sacks (Jada)
If you miss something, rewind that
Memories take you back to the time
Take the time to remember that you can’t get the time back
Now your boy’s invincible
Got me teaching niggas principles
It just make me wanna holla
You can’t even get a dollar cause I can’t talk sense to you (owww!)

[Verse 3: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
They wanna front ’til you jump in the back
Shawty named Rosa, jump in the back
House party days, you’d get jumped in the back
Nowadays the jump offs just jump in the back
Swish, my jumper is back (oh!)
The bars is up, high jumper is back (whoop!)
You gon’ make one of the gremlins jump from the back
Put the strap over the shoulder like the jumpers is back, yeah

[Verse 4: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
The Eurostep, the German ruger (woo!)
You already know Voorhees (kill kill kill) and Krueger (hahahaha)
Kill shit, still move ki’s through Uber (huh)
Real shit, still gotta feed the shooters (goddamn)
First comes the torture, then they abuse ya (woo!)
Are you the victim? Are you the accuser? (huh)
Nowadays the dealers worse than the users (oh)
Besides that the system thirsty to lose us, yeah
(Freddy and Jason!)

[Verse 5: Fabolous & (Swizz Beatz)]
Flow smooth over the Marvin
Show and prove over the talking (yeah)
They told me as a young G
Even when you hungry never move like you starving
Any questions, asking above (woo!)
Any problems, mask and the gloves (ayy)
Jason and Freddy basically ready
I’m like Masika and Alexis how I’m chasing the fetti
(Goddamn!) Ugh

[Verse 6: Jadakiss & (Swizz Beatz)]
That’s all I do (woo!), please don’t make me call my crew
Life’s a bitch, don’t make me call my boo
They get the drop
Then them killers they’ll fall right through (blaow!)
Yeah, I’m in the projects hella late (damn)
Shooting dice, playing spades and they selling plates (4-5’s)
The love is for free but they selling hate (ayy)
Either selling weight to you or you selling weight?
(Goddamn) Yeah

[Hook: Fabolous]
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music
This that theme music
Some back on your deen music

[Outro: Swizz Beatz]
Goddamnit! This that Freddy and Jason, huh?
This that Freddy and Jason, huh?
It’s about to get ugly in these streets
That Fab, that Jada, that Swizz
Middle finger to your haters
C’mon man get a plate, get your own plate
Get a seat at the table, if you lucky, huh
Back on that thing, back on that B.S. business
Can’t even walk the streets
Bout to make it so y’all can’t even walk the streets, huh
Put the business suit up and put the hood on
Put the chains on, huh, goddamnit!
Smooth it out

Roxette – Queen Of Rain (Video Version)

In that big big house, there are fifty doors
And one of them leads to your heart
In the time of spring I passed your gate
And tried to make a start

All I knew was the scent of sea and dew
But I’ve been in love before, how about you?

There’s a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

In that big old house there are fifty beds
And one of them leads to your soul
It’s a bed of fear, a bed of threats
Regrets and sheets so cold

All I knew your eyes so velvet blue
I’ve been in love before, how about you?

There’s a time for the good in life
A time to kill the pain in life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

It’s time to place your bets in life
I’ve played the loser’s game of life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain
(instrumen)
Time went by as I wrote your name in the sky
Fly fly away, bye bye

It’s time to place your bets in life
I’ve played the loser’s game of life
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Dream about the sun
You queen of rain
Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Dream about the sun
You queen of rain

Kim Wilde – Say You Really Want Me (7 ” Version)

Why you always got to be so cool
And why I always got to play your fool
You don’t really know what life’s about
Baby come and let your feelings out

Say you really want me
Don’t keep it to yourself
Say you really need me
Just me and no one else
Say you really love me
Ooh let me know it’s true
Say you really want me
The way that I want you tonight

You don’t know a thing about romance
Deep inside you’re scared to take the chance
‘Cos love like this may never come again
Make your move or I’ll be in the wind

I need somebody through the thick and the thin
‘Cos I know the problems of today
The time is over now for playing those games
Lets take it all the way

John Mellencamp – Hand To Hold On To (Video Edit)

You can laugh and joke and make fun of your friends
Spin in the middle when the troubles begin
Take it nice and easy and always pretend
That you’re cool, so cool, so cool

Say I’m alone and I’m wild and I will not be tamed
Talk like a jerk or an educated brain
Be an old girl drivin’ the young boys insane
Be a joker, a preacher, it does not matter

Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Don’t need to be no strong hand
Don’t need to be no rich hand
Every one just needs a hand to hold on to

Havin’ good luck with your financial situation
Play the ponies, be president of the United Nations
Go to work and be a Hollywood stud
Drive your four-wheel drive right into the mud, yeah

Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Don’t need to be no strong hand
Don’t need to be no rich hand
Every one just needs a hand to hold on to

And then those hours when you’re alone
And there’s no body there except yourself
I know it, you wanna pick up the phone
And say, "Talk to me, talk to me
Somebody please talk to me"
Yeah…ah…ah…ahhh

Oh, yeah…ah
Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Don’t need to be no strong hand
Don’t need to be no rich hand
Every one just needs a hand to hold on to

Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Don’t need to be no strong hand
Don’t need to be no rich hand
Every one just needs a hand to hold on to

Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Every one needs a hand to hold on to
Don’t need to be no strong hand
Don’t need to be no rich hand
Every one just needs a hand to hold on to

Winger – Easy Come Easy Go (Album Version)

If you start to feel like there’s no time to waste
Baby, try to let go – there’s
Nothing that strong – can’t break your heart
Easy Come Easy Go

And the only only only way you find it…

Is if you’re not digging too deep
Though it’s easier said than done
You’ve got to feel it in your blood
Play the game like you’ve already won

And you only only only own it when you say…

Easy Come Easy Go
This won’t break my heart don’t you know
Sometimes high, sometimes low
Easy Come Easy Go

You fell in a trap that won’t let you win
You try again and again
You let the heat burn your feet
Baby try to understand that you

Only only only own it when you say…

[repeat chorus]

So if you start to feel like there’s no time to waste
Baby try to let go – there’s
Nothing that strong – can’t break your heart
Sometimes high, sometimes low

And you only only only own it when you say…

[repeat chorus]

Roxette – Dangerous (Album Version)

Hold on tight
You know she’s a little bit dangerous
Ooh, just a little bit dangerous

You pack your bag
You take control
You’re movin’ into my heart
And into my soul
Get out of my way!
Get out of my sight!
I won’t be walking on thin ice
To get through the night

Hey, where’s your work?
What’s your game?
I know your business
Don’t know your name

Hold on tight
You know she’s a little bit dangerous
She’s got what it takes to make ends meet
The eyes of a lover that hit like heat
You know she’s a little bit dangerous

You turn around
So hot and dry
You’re hidin’ under a halo
Your mouth is alive
Get out of my way!
Get out of my sight!
I’m not attracted to gogo
Deeper tonight

Hey, what’s your word?
What’s your game?
I know your business
But I don’t know your name

Hold on tight
You know she’s a little bit dangerous
She’s got what it takes to make ends meet
The eyes of a lover that hit like heat
You know she’s a little bit dangerous
Ooh, just a little bit dangerous

Hey, hey, hey, what’s your word?
What’s your game?
I know your business
But I don’t know your name

Hold on tight
You know she’s a little bit dangerous
She’s got what it takes to make ends meet
The eyes of a lover that hit like heat
You know she’s a little bit dangerous

She’s armed and she’s extremely dangerous
She’s got what it takes to make ends meet
The eyes of a lover that hit like heat
You know she’s a little bit dangerous
Ooh, just a little bit dangerous

Oh, oh oh, hey, where’s your work?
Mmm, what’s your game?
I don’t know your name
Hey, you!
Ooh, just a little bit dangerous
I don’t know your name