CD Booklet & Poster

8/16/2019 CD Booklet & Poster

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[Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone & re)]Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s the

first o the month)o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your

checks and come up)Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s the

first o the month)o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your

checks and come up)

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]Hey

oday I think it’s a wonderul day And I won’t ront with it (Why?)

Cause it’s the first o the month, and now We smokin’, chokin’, rollin’ blunts

And sippin’ on 40 ouncesTuggin’, come, come, we got to in ront row ( Stay

blunted)And all nights, we ride

Hit up the block to where? (East 99)I get with my partner to get me some yay, so

Double up, tell usWhat you need, we got tweet to get P.O.D’ed, fiend or

the green leavesGive it up

For the first, it’s sure, better lay low

Cause the popo creep when they roll slow Break, i you can’t get away

Better toss that yayo, keep your bankroll (Yeah)We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

And you better believe when it’s time to grindI’m down or mine, crime afer crime

Fin’ to creep, to the pad, cause mom’s got a grub onthe grill

I we got the our-ohYou know it’s the first o the month, and my trues,

we TugsFor real

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2: Bizzy Bone]Wake up

And I see that my sister was already dressedShe said, “I’m a run and go get my stamps

Watch and make sure no one snatches my check”And that’s the mailman

Sort through the mail and put it up in-a me pocket(So I be)

Hittin’ the 99 to get me a dub, or orty ducketsBut ain’t no bucket, ride that

Rita

Hop on the 10 to the click Ready to get ‘em up

With-a me thugsAnd to cash that dub, man, I gotta get paid

Player, playerHolla, holla

Saint Claire got much to offerWith-a me peeps on 93, or off on the glock glock

or some dollarsSo Get a bag o yayo and a quarter roll

OhMost all o my thugstas got the sameAnd we gonna roll it all up to smoke

Better to change the hydroWe know all the cuts

o the up, to the po-pooss all that yayo, then roll with the chrome

and say “Mo”Runnin’ through the alley, into the melee

Up on the second to sundownTose run rom

January, November, December, I’m lovin thefirst o the

Month

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]It’s the first o the monthGotta grind, gotta get mine

In the hood, that I claim, and I slang on that doublenine (Nine)

Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a orty, can athug, get love

What’s upCome and thug in my corner, baby, a donor

Saint Claire thugs don’t like thatAnd sellin’ them dummies

Makin’ that money come back All o it

From the first to the 15th, thugs a-more plenty GBut I gotta save, gotta come up

Put it all in a cupWhen I get blowed, in a pot or stove

Grab a double O’s, time to roll to the padCount up my profits and add it to the stash

Gotta watch my back, see (Player haters)Maybe out to rob me, ool

But never no shorts or no lossesDumpin’ keepin’ this busters up off me, see

Gotta search the whole block Spend a couple bills

TugBurn a lot o green on the first

[Break: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone) {re harmonizing inbackground}]

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s thefirst o the month)

o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash yourchecks and come up) {Ah, hah)

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It’s the firsto the month) {No, ah, yeah}

o get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash yourchecks and come up)

[Verse 4: Layzie Bone (Krayzie Bone)]Wakin’ up

Feelin’ buzzed upEarly in the mornin’

Stretchin’, I’m yawnin’, lightweight bentChugga lugga, take a fifh to the dome

Instead, I kick it with my trues, but it is the first, so I’mgetting me hustle on

Hop on the phone, callin’ up Krayzie BoneWanna know

Did you O.G. check come? (She put me down)I’m a hop on the bus with Biz’ (You know, let’s get drunk)

And I’m comin’ with a pocket o unk From hump, here to hump, put me down

Oh God, how I love, when the first come aroundMe be reakin’ the Black ‘N Mild

Runnin’ through town, cause, see, the first get celebrated

Rushin’ to the block, cause I wanna get adedLookin’ all wild cause I’m needin’ me hair braidedWe heavy off into this game

rue to the first, just call me that pro slangTem reckless rom the east to the west coast

Makin’ that money all across the world, mayneSaint Claire true

And I know I’m workin’ late, tonightBut I gotta make a lick, so I ask the Lord to keep my

homeboys highWe be comin’ up with ends, all about makin’ more

on the firstGet a fifh, but don’t flip

Gettin’ live with the Bone Tugs, Poetic Hustlas in thegraveyard shif

On the first

[Hook: re {Krayzie Bone in background}]It’s the first o the month

Loc’in, show and air {Come down to Saint Claire}Loc’in, show and air (It’s the first o the month)

Loc’in, show and air {Come down to Saint Claire}Loc’in, show and air

1.1st Of Tha Month- Bone Thugs Released : June 15, 1995 Recorded : 1995 Producer(s) : DJ U-Neek

2. Let Me Know- Aaliyah Released August 22, 1994 Recorded 1993; Chicago Recording Company Blackground/Jive Writer(s)Isley Brothers & Chris Jasper

R. Kelly (Remix) Producer(s) R. Kelly

3.Thuggish Ruggish Bone- Bone

Thugs Released : April 20, 1994 Recorded : 1993 Producer(s) : DJ U-Neek

4.Hit Em Up- 2pac Released : June 4, 1996 Recorded : May 1996 in Los Angeles, C... Producer : Johnny “J”

5.Wicked- Future Wicked [Prod By Metro Boomin &

Southside] Jan 17, 2016

6.Semi On Em- Chief Keef & Gucci Mane October 31, 2014, 1017 Records

7.Panda- Desiigner Original Release Date: February26, 2016

Release Date: February 26, 2016 Label: Getting Out Our Dreams Inc.(G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ

Copyright: (C) 2016 Getting Out Our Dreams, Inc./Def Jam Recordings, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.

8.Love No Thotties- Chief Keef Release Date: March 19, 2014 Label: 101 Distribution Copyright: (c) 2014 GBE / GLO GANG

9.Juicy- Biggie Released : August 9, 1994 Recorded : 1993-94 Producer(s) : Poke of Track - masters , Pete ..

10.Cut It- O.T. Genasis Original Release Date: Septem - ber 25, 2015 Release Date: September25, 2015

Label: The Conglomerate Entertain - ment/Atlantc Records

11.If I Ruled The world- NAS Released-June 4, 1996 Format-CD single Recorded-1995

Label Columbia Writer(s)-Nasir Jones,Jean-

Claude Olivier,Kurtis Walker Samuel Barnes Producer(s)-Trackmasters Rashad Smith]

12.Finally Rich- Chief Keef Original Release Date: December 18, 2012 Release Date: December 18, 2012 Label: Glory Gang Records Copyright: (C) 2012 Interscope Records


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[Acapella:]Let me know, let me know

Ha - ha, let me know, let me know Let me know

[Verse 1:]When I eel, what I eel

Sometimes it’s hard to tell you soYou may not be in the mood to learn

What you think you know Tere are times when I find

You want to keep yoursel rom meWhen I don’t have the strengthI’m just a mirror o what I see

[Chorus:]But at your best you are love

You’re a positive motivating orce within my lieShould you ever eel the need to wonder why

Let me know, let me know... love... let me know

[Verse 2:]When you eel what you eel

Oh, how hard or me to understandSo many things have taken place beore this love

affair began

But i you eel, oh, like I eelConusion can give way to doubt

For there are times when I all short o what I say,What I say I’m all about... all about



Let me know, let me know

[Bridge:]ell me what it is (ell me what it is)

Tere’s no need to make believe(Make believe, No need to make believe...)

Look beyond your own (Look beyond your own)ry and find a place or me

(ry and find another place or me-e-e)Cause



Let me know, let me know

Let me know, let me know, let me know ohooh woah ooh

Ah, ah, ah - haSee stay at your best baby

[Intro]We’re not against rap

We’re not against rappersBut we are against those thugs (thugs thugs)

[Shatasha Williams]It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Layzie Bone]Your eelin’ the strength o the rump

Step up, hear the unk o the jump that thethugstas eel

Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoplescause we so real

Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppinBring on that ammunition, trippin’ on sip

Not to mention, never knew no competitionBut i gotta get mine, so scream out, mo, and let

me hear ya hollaNot about that mighty dollar

Roll with the bone, mo’ thugs will ollow Chain gang, remains the same

Flamin my dank and drinkin brew Tinkin about hangin, clockin my bank, and

thuggin trues, oo’s

[Shatasha Williams]

It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]

[Wish Bone]Get ready or the bone and the mo thug, bustas

You know me as a hustlary to creep and get deep, make me succeed, peep,

gotta put them underStraight jackets, gotta make that money, man

It’s still the same now, bailin in my blacktrench vest

You gotta be down to bang bangCome and get this teachin, ya soldiers how

thugstas must slack Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack, when we

on our way back


[Krayzie Bone]Now ollow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land

Well, creep i you can, take another swig to thebrain (whoa)

Loc’in, steady chokin off that potent smokeand runnin rom the po-po now

Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to thedouble glock

Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlasPuff, puff puff to the brain shot

Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another caseor my trunk

Old English, really don’t need it, but in case my trueswanna get drunk

Tey pump bone, so leave ‘em aloneYou don’t wanna get shut down

Tug runnin the nine-quad,and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style

So what now? see the bone thug claim,thug never gonna change, so flame upSit back and just smoke the same cut,Leatherace on the creep, I came up


[Bizzy Bone]Gotta give it on up to the glock glock

Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow Te bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta

the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil’ mo heart run up, nut up

And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin’ the

bloody victimsEver i ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest

And, but I won’t test bucks, put a hole up into me vestAnd gotta get through my soul,

but they won’t budge, mud, drug me victimTe blood in me runnin’ my mental, the thug in me,

stuck in meKeepin’ it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so

o the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggishruggish ’s

St. Claire P’s to appeal to the G’sAnd a buck to all my enemies


We got Layzie andWe got Krayzie

Bizzy’s in the houseWish is in the house

And FleshAnd asha

Cleveland’s definiteley in the house

It’s the Tuggish Ruggish Bone [x6]


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[Intro: 2Pac]I ain’t got no riends

Yeah, I’m a do this track Westside!

MOB, Bad Boy Killa!Hahahaha, hey at boy...

[Verse 1: 2Pac]First off, touched your chick and the click you claimWestside when we ride, come equipped with game

You claim to be a playa but I bust your wieWe bust on Bad Boys brothers touch or liePlus Puffy tryin’ to see me weak, hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia is some mark ass tricksWe keep on comin’ while we gunnin’ or ya’ jewelsSteady rushin’ while we bustin’ at them ools, you

know the rulesLittle Ceasar go ask you homie how I’ll leave yaCut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now

be deceasedLittle Kim, don’t conversate with real G’s

Quick to snatch your ugly ass off the streets, youknew we...

I’ll let them suckers know it’s on or lieDon’t let the westside ride tonight (hahaha)

Bad Boy murdered on Wax and killedMess with me and get your caps peeled

You know, See

[Chorus: 2Pac]Grab your Glocks when you see 2PacCall the cops when you see 2Pac, Uhh

Who shot me, but your punks didn’t finishNow, you ‘bout to eel the wrath o a menace

Sucker, I hit ‘em up

[2Pac:]Yeah, straight out on the Bad Boy camp

You know how we do itAll my real homeboys in New York keep thuggin’

All the rest o you bustas die slow!

[Verse 2: Hussein Fatal]Get out the way yo, Hussein Fatal

You know Biggie Smalls just got droppedLittle Mu’ pass the mac and let me hit ‘em in his back

Frank White need to get spanked right or settin’ trapsLittle accident murderers and I ain’t never heard o ya

Poise less gats attack when I’m servin’ yaShanke you, spank ya, your whole style when I gank Guard your rank cause I’m a slam your ass in a pangPuffy weaker than a block that I’m runnin’ through

And I’m smokin Junior Mafia in ront o youWith the ready power, tucked in my guess under my

Eddie BowerYour clout petty sour I push packages ever hour

We hit ‘em up

[Chorus: 2Pac]Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac

Call the cops when you see 2PacWho shot me, but your punks didn’t finish

Now, you ‘bout to eel the wrath o a menace

Busta, I hit ‘em up

[Verse 3: 2Pac]Peep how we do it, keep it real, it’s penintentiary steel

Tis ain’t no reestyle battle, all you suckers gettin’killed with your

Mouths openryin’ to come up off o me you and the clouds hopin’,

smokin’ dopeIt’s like a Shermine brothers think they learned to fly

But they burn little suckers you deserve to diealkin’ about you gettin’ money but it’s unny to me

All you suckers livin’ bummy while you messin’ with meI’m a sel made millionaire

Tug livin’, out o prison, pistols in the airBiggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch

And beg the trick that I let you sleep in the houseNow it’s all about versace, you copied my style

Five shots couldn’t drop me, I took it and smiledNow I’m back to set the record straight, with my A-K

I’m still the thug that you love to hateLittle busta I’ll Hit ‘Em Up

[Verse 4: Yaki Kadafi]I’m rom N-E-W Jerz where plenty o murder occurs

No points, no commas we bring drama to allyou herds

Now go check the scenerioLittle Ceas’ I’ll bring my enemies to they knees

Coppin’ pleas a DegenarioBig Mama is ya coked up or doped up

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked upPlease tell me is you stupid?

I take money, crash and mash through BrooklynWith my click lootin’, shootin’ and pollutin’ your block

With fifeen shot, Cocked Glock to your knotOutlaw Mafia click movin’ up another notch

And your Pop stars popped and get mopped anddropped

And all your ake ass east coast props brainstormedand locked

[Verse 5: E.D.I.]You’se a B-writer a ‘Pac style taker

I’ll tell you to ace, you ain’t nothin’ but a akerSofer than Alizé with a chaser

‘bout to get murdered or the paperEDI Mean approach the scene o the caper

Like a loc, with Prodigy in a choke, huh totin’ smokeOutlawz we ain’t no joke, Tug Lie cowards better

be knownBe approachin’ in the wide open, gun smokin’No need or hopin’, it’s a battle lost

I got em crossed as soon as the unk is boppin’ off HAHA, I hit ‘em up

[Outro: 2Pac]Empty clips, set trip

You know what time it isWestside, Outlaw, Tug Lie till we die

Caliornia love, caliornia thugYou know what time it is

Bad Boy KillaMobb Deep KillaChino XL Killa

Much love to Smiff N Wesson, Freddie Foxxx, BunchyTe Fat Bastard, Naughty

By Nature and all the real thugs out thereKeep it comin’!

Westsiiide!You know what time it is

All my real homeboyz in Jerzey, get up!Outlaw! Tug Lie! to die

Westside, Outlaw

[Intro](DJ Eskimo City the coolest DJ on the m********** planet)

Wicked tunes, you know w hat I’m sayin’?(Southside)

Wizard(Metro Boomin want some more N****)

[Hook]Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWooh, Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedStand up in the motor, bust the dashboardStand up in the motor, bust the dashboardHold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

[Verse 1]Candles burning, money burning, graveyard these n*****

Phantom parkin’, big dawg barkin’ hey Lortabs on me, oh-oh-oh-oh

Shawty want that wave, oh-oh-oh-ohI’m drippin’ Cartier, oh-oh-oh-oh

Put a gold bird on you, that’s what’s happeningI put that lingo on her, she was Spanish

I fill a one liter up with XanniesTis continental and it’s panoramicIt’s complimentary to the savages

You *** around with me, it be a tragedy I want green, green, green, no asparagus

I drink lean, lean, lean it ain’t embarrassing


Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWooh, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

[Verse 2]Now she going, now that bitch going

I purchase Avianne and now she lit, huhWedding band rings on me lit, huh

Married to the game, I’m the s***, huhWoah, woah, woah, woah

Bitch we made menWe ain’t pullin’ up at cribs that we can’t get

You can’t pull a bitch on Instagram I ain’t hit, huhAnd then she tellin’ lies about me cause she ain’t s***, uh

She want that big-big dog statusI was in the alley with them nickel bags, tally

Now I’m aliban gang status, that’s what’s happenin’And you niggas can’t get close cause you don’t know me

It ain’t no more dip and dabbin’, hangin’ low key Tese b****** see me and they panic

I can’t believe it, I was on the corner gamblin’


Hold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWicked, wicked, wicked, wickedWicked, wicked, wicked, wicked

Stand up in the motor, bust the dashboardStand up in the motor, bust the dashboardWicked, wicked, wicked, wicked, wickedHold up, wicked, wicked, wicked, wicked


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[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]B****, I’m Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-locoSo much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker

I’m on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, weplayin’ poker

Sippin’ coladas, smokin’ ganja, he’s a heavy smokerI started right here in the city, they call me a local

I rob you blind and burn the money like the*****’ Joker

And i you don’t believe me, ask them hoes at StrokersSo much money in the air, can’t even see the soaSo much kush smoke in the air, I can’t help but

smell the odorTey say I cook so many deuces my arm need a motor

Hal a pint in the Mountain Dew, now that’s adirty soda

And I sell so many chickens, think I work or Kroger

[Hook: Chie Kee]I’m flexin’, countin’ gualas, parkin’ Lexus, I don’t

ride emBad yellow b****, passin’ unless she a rider

She is down to ride with me and she gone holdmy Glock

And she see an opp, I tell her pop her and shegone pop off

All us like 2Pac, Notorious, b**** I’m like Big PapaI I see an opp, I spot him, shot him, b**** I got him

Drive through, in and out, I throw ‘em up,Benihanas

Ridin’, hemi, semi on me, catch his ass, semi on ‘em

[Verse 2: Chie Kee]I been shot callin’ since I hit the lotto, ballin’

My diamonds no voodoo 504, b**** they rom NewOrleans

Ring, ring, money callin’, I gotta go you not importantI’m smokin’ uu and ooka and countin’ money,

tourin’My Ruger hold a thirty, you can hold a *****’ chorusTat’s 80 shots at your ace, better be good at duckin’

bulletsPull up in that Lord car, that’s that shit them hoes adore

I pull up to the club and tell a b**** to hop aboardBaby I’m a king, I know I am not a Lord

But I’m Almighty So’ and that’s that shit th at I sendshottas or

I’m smokin’ paraphernalia with a Glock on toursMake that b**** sing a melody, you get lot’s o chords

[Hook: Chie Kee]

Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, PandaPanda, Panda...

I got broads in Atlantawisting dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammersHitting off licks in the bando

Black X6, PhantomWhite X6 looks like a pandaGoing out like I’m Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammersBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy

Man I’m the macho like Randy Te choppa go Oscar or Grammy

Bitch nigga pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me







B**** n**** pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me

Panda, PandaPanda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda...

I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and s***sipping Fanta

Credit cards and the scammersWake up Versace s***, lie Desiigner

Whole buncha lot o s***Tey be asking round town who be clappin s***

I pullin up stuff in the Phantom s***I got plenty o stuff o Bugatti whip look how I tr y this s***

Black X6, PhantomWhite X6, killing on cameraPop a Perc, I c an’t stand up

Gorilla, they come and kill you with bananasFour fillas, they finna pull up in the Phantom

Know n*****, they come and kill you on the cameraBig Rollie, it dancing bigger than a Pandie

Go Oscar or Grammy, b**** pull up your panty Fill up I’m a flip it, I got b***** pull up and they get it

I got niggas t hat’s counting or digitsSay you make you a lot o new money

Know some killers pull off and they in the WraithCD, they pull off and they kill the Bape

Call up Phillip-Phillip, gone fill the bank, n***** upin the bank

We gone drill the bank, *** we gone kill the bank, get itI got broads, yea I get it

I got car jack city Tis how I live it

Did it all or a ticketNow Flex drop bombs when he spin it

And Bobby gone trend itJeff Te Don doing business

Zana Ray ****** up s*** and she doin’ her bidnezzI be getting to the chickenCounting to the chicken

And all o my n***** gon split it

Panda, PandaPanda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda...















Panda, PandaPanda, Panda, Panda, Panda, Panda...


6/10

[Verse1]

Tese b****** act local andthink global

Never seen a 100 thousand, well let me show youWhat you want to drink, I know you hate being sober

And I know all these n***** hate Chie SosaI’m cruising in my ‘Rari with my Louie loaers

B**** I’m a Rastaari, I’m a toolie toterWish a n**** would try to screw me over

Now I got blood on my Louie loaersI wear thousand dollar belts cause I’mma rich n****

Nina like to bust a bitch the way she hit n*****Shoes cost a bunch o s***, look at my kicks n****

Could o bought a a** or my b**** n****I’m off this Activis, it got me leanin’ overI poured up 4 o Purp in some Peach sodaYour boyriend a opp, I’mma Nina blow him

You was on the phone with him, sucking his thumb, he ain’teven know it

[Hook 1]I ain’t even try to

You wanna Glo up, baby Kee got youYou’s a gold bottle, these hoes pink Moscato

Baby I’m the owner, you can be my castleBaby cause I like you

Only reason I text you and why I Skype youI just wanna *** all you, I don’t wanna

wie youBut you gotta brush your teeth and do

what I say do

[Verse 2]B**** can you hear me?

Keep your p**** in par, no 360Tat boy said he getting gwuap, no he didn’t

Almighty Sosa his complete missionI’m nowhere around you

I’m high o this earth, I can’t come back down toBaby this is a song, I just thought I tell you

I would send you off but I don’t wanna mail youI don’t wanna smell you

Cause I’mma cut you off, quicker than I met youI’ma swipe your name up off my schedule

And i smoke this blunt, girl, I’m gone orget you

[Hook 2]I ain’t even playing though

I make b****** fly like Peter Pan doTat’s why I just ask you

You’s a alcoholic, I ain’t got no time or youIs you off the molly

I I book your flight, is you gonna top meOkay you got me

I don’t love no thotties

Get a grip m**********

Yeah, this album is dedicated to all the teachersthat told me

I’d never amount to nothin’, to all the people thatlived above the

buildings that I was hustlin’ in ront o that calledthe police on

me when I was just tryin’ to make some money toeed my daughter,

and all the n***** in the struggle, you know whatI’m sayin’?

Uh-ha, it’s all good baby bay-bee, uh

[Verse One:]

It was all a dreamI used to read Word Up magazine

Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousineHangin’ pictures on my wall

Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley MarlI let my tape rock ‘til my tape pop

Smokin’ weed and bamboo, sippin’ on private stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack

With the hat to matchRemember Rappin’ Duke, duh-ha, duh-ha

You never thought that hip hop would take it this arNow I’m in the limelight ‘cause I rhyme tight

ime to get paid, blow up like the World radeBorn sinner, the opposite o a winner

Remember when I used to eat sardines or dinnerPeace to Ron G, Brucey B, Kid CapriFunkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starsky

I’m blowin’ up like you thought I wouldCall the crib, same number same hood

It’s all good

Uh, and i you don’t know, now you know, n****, uh

[Chorus:]

You know very well who you areDon’t let em hold you down, reach or the stars

You had a goal, but not that many ‘cause you’re the only one I’ll give you good and plenty

[Verse wo:]

I made the change rom a common thie o up close and personal with Robin Leach

And I’m ar rom cheap, I smoke skunk with mypeeps all day

Spread love, it’s the Brooklyn way

Te Moet and Alize keep me pissy Girls used to diss me

Now they write letters ‘cause they miss meI never thought it could happen, this rappin’ stuff

I was too used to packin’ gats and stuff Now honies play me close like butter played toast

From the Mississippi down to the east coastCondos in Queens, indo or weeks

Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin’ lie without ear

Puttin’ 5 karats in my baby girl’s earLunches, brunches, interviews by the pool

Considered a ool ‘cause I dropped out o high schoolStereotypes o a black male misunderstood

And it’s still all good

Uh...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****

[Verse Tree:]

Super Nintendo, Sega GenesisWhen I was dead broke, man I couldn’t picture this

50 inch screen, money green leather soaGot two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur

Phone bill about two G’s flatNo need to worry, my acc ountant handles that

And my whole crew is loungin’Celebratin’ every day, no more public housin’

Tinkin’ back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac’ with minks on her back

And she loves to show me off, o courseSmiles every time my ace is up in Te SourceWe used to uss when the landlord dissed usNo heat, wonder why Christmas missed us

Birthdays was the worst daysNow we sip champagne when we thirst-ay

Uh, damn right I like the lie I live‘Cause I went rom negative to positive

And it’s all...

(It’s all good)

...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****, uhUh, uh...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****Uh...and i you don’t know, now you know, n****, uh

Representin’ B-own in the house, Junior Mafia,mad flavor, uh

Uh, yeah, a-ight


7/10

[Hook - O.. Genasis:]Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Tem bricks is way too hot, you need to cut itYour price is way too high, you need to cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it


[Verse 1 - O.. Genasis:]Run up them bands on the regularHittin’ my plug on the celly, yeah

ell my ex bitch that I’m sorry I’m a skate off in the ‘Rari

Keep 36 by my sideI’m a go bake me a pie

Keep 45 on my sideFuck with my n*****, you die

All o my n***** say bloodAll o my n***** say cuhO, I ound me a plug

I got it straight out the mudKeep it a hundred, no budgeI ell in love with the drugsBustin’ it down in the tubPay me my money in dubs

Water whippin’, lookin’ like I’m fishin’Baseball in kitchen, with my arm I’m pitchin’Rolie on, it’s glistenin’, now my doner kissin’N***** steady trippin’ so I’m steady grippin’

Dirty money on me, got a scale up on meI don’t *** with phony, ‘bout to sell a pony

All these n***** on me, all these b***** on meSay my price is good, m***********, show me

[Hook - O.. Genasis:]Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it


Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it


[Verse 2 - Young Dolph:]Went and bought a 911 with my trap money

A million up but still ain’t never touch my rap money I’m out in LA *****’ with that boy O

Flew to LA, got a plug on that OGYou know I’ve been gettin’ money i you know me

When I first met my plug, I tote my pistol, hundred GsI ain’t comin’ to get it unless you got a hundred pieceI don’t want it, *** it, your price, you need to cut it

Your ice, you need to tuck it, she *** with me, she lucky A hal a million, all 20s in that Gucci luggage

Let’s skip the small talk, it’s time to talk numbersYoung n**** playin’ with commas, might go get a Lamb

or the summerI’ve been outchea in these streets all my lie hustlin’My n**** beefin’ then I’m beefin’, wrong or right

I’m bustin’My traphouse, I love it

Put some Forces on my old school and Ihad to cut it

But should I put a roo in?

[Hook - O.. Genasis:]Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itTem bricks is way too hot, you

need to cut itYour price is way too high,

you need to cut itCut it, cut it, cut it, cut it

Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut itTem bricks is waytoo hot, you need

to cut itYour price is

way too high,you need to

cut it

[Verse One: Nas]

Imagine smoking weed in the streets without cops harassingImagine going to court with no trial

Liestyle cruising blue behind my watersNo welare supporters more conscious o the way we raise our daughters

Days are shorter, nights are colderFeeling like lie is over, these snakes strike like a cobra

Te world’s hot my son got knocked e videntaly It’s elementary, they want us all gone e ventually

rooping out o state or a plate knowledgeo coke was cooked without the garbage we’d all have the top dollars

Imagine everybody flashing, ashionDesigner clothes, lacing your click up with diamond vogues

Your people holding dough, no paroleNo rubbers, go in raw imagine law with no undercovers

Just some thoughts or the mindI take a glimpse into time

watch the blimp read “Te World Is Mine”

[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Nas]

I I ruled the worldImagine that

I’d ree all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls

Could it be, i you could

be mine, we’d both shineI I ruled the worldStill living or today, in

these last days and times

[Verse wo: Nas]

Te way to be, paradise like relaxing black, latino and anglo-saxonArmani exchange the reins

Cash, Lost ribe o Shabazz, ree at lastBrand new whips to crash then we laugh in the iller path

Te Villa house is or the crew, how we dorees or breakast, dime sexes and Benz stretches

So many years o depression make me visionTe better living, type o place to raise kids inOpen they eyes to the lies history’s told oul

But I’m as wise as the old owl, plus the Gold ChildSeeing things like I was controlling, click rolling

ricking six digits on kicks and still holdingrips to Paris, I civilized every savage

Gimme one shot I turn trie lie to lavishPolitical prisoner set ree, stress ree

No work release purple M3’s and jet skisFeel the wind breeze in West Indies

I make Coretta Scott-King mayor the cities and reverse themes to WilliesIt sounds oul but every girl I meet to go downtown

I’d open every cell in Attica send em to Arica



I’d ree all my sons, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls

Could it be, i you couldbe mine, we’d both shine

I I ruled the worldStill living or today, in


And then we’ll walk right up to the sunHand in hand

We’ll walk right up to the sunWe won’t land

We’ll walk right up to the sunHand in hand

We’ll walk right up to the sunWe won’t land

[Verse Tree: Nas]

You’d love to hear the story how the thugs live in worry Duck down in car seats, heat’s mandatory

Running rom Jake, gettin chased, hunger or papesTese are the breaks many mistakes go down out o state

Wait, I had to let it marinate we carry weightrying to get laced, flip the ace stack the sae

Millionaire plan to keep the gat with the cop cameraMaking moves in Atlanta, back and orth scramblerCause you could have all the chips, be poor or rich

Still nobody want a nigga having shitI I ruled the world and everything in it, sky’s the limit

I push a Q-45 InfinitIt wouldn’t be no such thing as jealousies or B Felonies

Strictly living longevity to the destiny I thought I’d never see but reality struck

Better find out beore your time’s out, what the ***??



I’d ree all my sons, I love em em baby Black diamonds and pearls

Could it be, i you couldbe mine, we’d both shine



I I ruled the world, i I ruled, i I ruledImagine that

I’d ree all my sons, i I ruled, i I ruledI love em love em baby

Black diamonds and pearls, black diamondsCould it be, i you could

black diamondsbe mine, we’d both shine



I I ruled the world, i I ruledi I ruled, I’d ree all my sons

black diamonds, I love em love em baby Black diamonds and pearls, i I ruled

I I ruled the world

I I ruled the worldI love em love em baby!!


8/10

[Intro: Chie Kee]I Love All My Fans, Without Ya’ll I Wouldn’t Get Famous

Da da da da eh, Tese N***** F*** with My CampaignTese B****** Know My Name

[Chorus:]I know I’m finally rich, but ain’t a damn thang gon’ change

Me and my boys still bangWe’ll clap a n**** up no range

B**** I’m Finally RichI could ride oreign cars, I love all my ans, without ya’ll I wouldn’t get ar

B**** I’m Finally RichI smoke all the dope, I get so high just see the scope, Real n**** rom the O

B**** I’m Finally RichAnd you ain’t the same, All Tese N***** Follow my Campaign

Now these B****** Know My NameB**** I’m Finally Rich

[Chie Kee:]I’m a show you how to ball, first you walk up in the mall, hit every store and buy

it all, cause it ain’t s***I be flexing on these lames, I’m a O-Block n**** can’t change

64th street my domain, savagesSo I gotta take care o my squad, or every ****** body, get robbed, rom they Night

job and day job, Tat’s why I got richSo I take care o my mom, take care o my daughter, and take care o my brothers

But I’m finally rich

So just watch Sosa stack this chedda, Flexing on these n*****no better, hate onme it don’t matter

So just watch Sosa stack this chedda, Flexing on these n***** no better, hate onme it don’t matter




B**** I’m Finally Rich

I smoke all the dope, I get so high just see the scope, Real n**** rom the OB**** I’m Finally RichAnd you ain’t the same, All Tese N***** Follow My Campaign

Now these B****** Know My NameB**** I’m Finally Rich

[Chie Kee:]I be flexing with my big bros, reese money and redo

We got big bands ull o bank rolls, b**** we richYeah I get 20 or a show

I ain’t worried bout no h**Cause I switch those like I switch clothes

B**** I’m richEvery b**** knows chie kee, every b**** want chie kee, all these b****** jump

chie kee, finally richI got diamonds all on my watch, horses all in my car, I get 10 bands or a 8 bar




B**** I’m Finally RichI smoke all the dope, I get so high just see the scope, Real n**** rom the O

B**** I’m Finally RichAnd you ain’t the same, All Tese N***** Follow My Campaign

Now these B***** Know My NameB**** I’m Finally Rich

1. First Of Tha Month- Bone Thugs And Harmony 2. Let Me Know- Aaliyah

3. Thuggish Ruggish Bone- Bone Thungs And Harmony

4. Hit ‘Em Up- 2Pac 5. Wicked- Future

6. Semi On Em- Chief Keef

7. Panda- Desiigner 8. Love No Thotties- Chief Keef 9. Juicy- Notorious B.I.G

10. Cut It- O.T Genasis 11. If I Ruled The World- NAS

12. Finally Rich- Chief Keef


9/10


10/10

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