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G Herbo - Write Your Name (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
(SnapBackOnDaTrack)
Gang
All my niggas, man, R.I.P. all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man
Squad
This for y'all, man
Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's
To all my fallen squad (Squad)
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and go and get high
And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry
'Cause I can't never let no fuck nigga see me stuck, nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga
I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin', "Fuck Roc Block," send shots at them (Baow, baow)
Ten-zero on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep goin' nonstop 'til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys (My niggas)
So I'm sippin' Remy, smokin' fifties for my guys (For my niggas)
Never let a nigga go on any of my guys
Ain't nobody fuckin with No Limit in my eyes (Gang)
Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, fours of the lean
R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher
Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (Free Joc)
Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December
Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda
'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on, stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song
Squad
R.I.P. my niggas, man
Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape
Ballin' like I'm Kobe
R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
R.I.P. Pistol P, man
For all my niggas gone, man
We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man
R.I.P. my squad (Squad)
R.I.P. them niggas, man
Look
I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels, all the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes just for my niggas back
But I know I'll never get 'em back (Fuck)
So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (We on it)
And heard niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (Where they at?)
'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here)
Got so many niggas that's hatin', I don't even know 'em (Even know 'em)
And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (Show 'em)
Can I just get some money?
'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy, they ain't even funny (Nah)
I know they probably wanna rob me, they hate me probably
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won't get nothin' from me (Nothin')
From the hellhole where it's full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country (Murder capital)
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (Gotta get it)
Squad, R.I.P. the L's
Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's)
No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (Gang)
R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L
Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin'
Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppers, buzzer beater and they hittin'
'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh?
For everybody ever lost one of your homies, man
Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anythin' to you, you know?
R.I.P. my niggas, man
Squad
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G Herbo - Write Your Name (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
(SnapBackOnDaTrack)
Gang
All my niggas, man, R.I.P. all my niggas, man, all my dead homies, man
Squad
This for y'all, man
Fazoland, Roc Block, Ballin' like I'm Kobe, Pistol Gang, L's
To all my fallen squad (Squad)
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and go and get high
And regardless of the pain, I ain't gon' cry
'Cause I can't never let no fuck nigga see me stuck, nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks, nigga, that's a must, nigga
I done lost so many real niggas, I can't trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me, bet I won't get touched, nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin', "Fuck Roc Block," send shots at them (Baow, baow)
Ten-zero on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep goin' nonstop 'til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys (My niggas)
So I'm sippin' Remy, smokin' fifties for my guys (For my niggas)
Never let a nigga go on any of my guys
Ain't nobody fuckin with No Limit in my eyes (Gang)
Missin' my niggas, kushy and liquor, fours of the lean
R.I.P. Richie, hand me a Swisher
Paint up a picture of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong and Kobe wasn't gone and Joc was still home (Free Joc)
Man, I remember, now my heart is cold as December
Gettin' money the only thing that's on my agenda
'Cause it's too many gone, but I'm still livin' on, stayin' strong, put my farewells in this song
Squad
R.I.P. my niggas, man
Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape
Ballin' like I'm Kobe
R.I.P. Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
R.I.P. Pistol P, man
For all my niggas gone, man
We just gonna write y'all name across the sky, man
R.I.P. my squad (Squad)
R.I.P. them niggas, man
Look
I'll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels, all the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes just for my niggas back
But I know I'll never get 'em back (Fuck)
So if a pussy disrespect, then he gettin' whacked (We on it)
And heard niggas at my neck, I'm like, "Where they at?" (Where they at?)
'Cause I be right there on the set with the biggest gat (I'm out here)
Got so many niggas that's hatin', I don't even know 'em (Even know 'em)
And so many feelings of hatred, I don't even show 'em (Show 'em)
Can I just get some money?
'Cause I know niggas broke and bummy, they ain't even funny (Nah)
I know they probably wanna rob me, they hate me probably
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won't get nothin' from me (Nothin')
From the hellhole where it's full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country (Murder capital)
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, R.I.P. my homies, gotta get this money (Gotta get it)
Squad, R.I.P. the L's
Free the L's, all you niggas wanna be the L's (L's)
No Limit MB, bitch, we the L's (Gang)
R.I.P. White Folks, I can't see a L
Squad, yeah, we gotta stay winnin'
Rollin' in foreigns with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppers, buzzer beater and they hittin'
'Cause they scored when we ain't have them heaters, but they didn't, huh?
For everybody ever lost one of your homies, man
Anybody that's gone, anybody mean anythin' to you, you know?
R.I.P. my niggas, man
Squad
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![Lizzen - Right & Wrong (Lyrics)
Lizzen - Right & Wrong (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Alright (Alright), alright (Alright)
[Verse 1]
My bed dont sleep good at night
Cause I aint got nobody on my side
To hold me (Hold me), console me (Console me)
And show me how Im really supposed to be loved
[Pre-Chorus]
A man is supposed to give, not supposed to take away (Uh-huh)
So why you lookin silly? Boy, Im leavin you today
Love dont live, love dont live here no more
[Chorus]
Theres a right and a wrong way to love somebody
And you aint walkin in your shoes like you supposed to, so Im leavin you
Well, well, well, well
Theres a good and a bad way to treat somebody
And you aint been lovin me right, aint been treatin me nice
So I gotta do whats best for me
[Verse 2]
Promises on promises you never keep (Oh)
Callin me out my name (Callin me out), disrespectin me (Disrespect)
Tellin me you sorry, then you come back and repeat the same thing
Well, well, well
Im standin on business this time around
I cant allow you to bring me down
I know my worth (My worth), I put myself first (I put myself first)
And its time I make that change
[Pre-Chorus]
A man is supposed to give, not supposed to take away (Uh-huh)
So why you lookin silly? Boy, Im leavin you today (Leavin you today)
Love dont live, love dont live here no more
[Chorus]
Theres a right and a wrong way to love somebody
And you aint walkin in your shoes like you supposed to, so Im leavin you (I gotta go)
Well, well, well, well
Theres a good and a bad way to treat somebody
And you aint been lovin me right (Uh-uh), aint been treatin me nice
So I gotta do whats best for me
[Outro]
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Alright (Alright), alright (Alright)
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![Denzel Curry, Gizzle, Bren Joy - Dynasties & Dystopia (from Arcane League of Legends) [Lyrics]
Denzel Curry, Gizzle, Bren Joy - Dynasties & Dystopia (from the series Arcane League of Legends) [Lyrics]
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Lyrics:
Ooh, yeah, he mad
Im racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky
You would swear the sun shining
Ooh, yeah, he mad
Im racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky
You would swear the sun shining
In this gothic underground city
We all sin
If I bring a couple rounds with me
Then we all win
I came back and brought the crown with me
The kings den
Break your nexus and your neck cause
Everybodys on your head
I might, just might kick your butt
Go run amok then paint my nails
Never learned to raise my hand
Was too busy raising hell
Everything I know I am
You should go and save yourself
Thought you had my number huh
Congratulations you played yourself
Underground utopia dynasties and dystopia
Fear is never an option so dyings not a real phobia
Im beating the odds
Rising to every occasion as if I defeated the gods
Switch up the mod
Nothing but champions comin up rolled in one little squad
Hold still while I bag that (Uh)
Talk bad til I snap back (Uh)
This aint brown this that dark black
This that pitch black, jet black
Snap yo ex watch me give him flashbacks
Pressures rising fast as lighting they cant stop it now
If you aint talking realness then just change the topic now
They laughing at the top like they cant see the bottom
And they thought I needed help but I got here without them
I am sharper than a pack of hundred razor blades
When the smoke clears, outta her, bet they name gon fade
Ima be here doing it, doing it my way
They said I should I change it up
But what did I say?
Ooh, yeah, he mad
Im racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky
You would swear the sun shining
Ooh, yeah, he mad
Im racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky
You would swear the sun shining
Hold still while I bag that (Uh)
Talk bad til I snap back (Uh)
This aint brown this that dark black
This that pitch black, jet black
Snap yo ex watch me give him flashbacks
I get that magic all on me
I feel like Im Tracy Mcgrady
Enemies circled around me 360
I count them 180
Ive been in court with the spirit beside me since I was a baby
Just getting chaotic yall made me a product
For causing the chaos right here where they raised me
In this gothic underground city
We all sin
If I bring a couple rounds with me
Then we all win
I came back and brought the crown with me
The kings den
Break your nexus and your neck cause
Everybodys on your head
Ooh, yeah, he mad
Im racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky
You would swear the sun shining
Ooh, yeah, he mad
Im racking up white diamonds
Throw me in the sky
You would swear the sun shining
Dynasties and dystopia, dynasties and dystopia
Dynasties and dystopia, dynasties and dystopia
Dynasties and dystopia, dynasties and dystopia
Dynasties and dystopia, dynasties and dystopia
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![Raekwon - Verbal Intercourse ft. Ghostface Killah, Nas (Lyrics)
Raekwon - Verbal Intercourse ft. Ghostface Killah, Nas (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah:]
No tricks, no tricks baby
Yeah, ay yo Rae
Check it out yall
Its the science
Fly wonderful
Yeah yall
Tony Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
Strength my whole team is eating off this type of shit
For all the fake niggas out there, yaknahmean
Word up
Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
Fakes be celebrating but they be mistaken
Word to the wise
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo son
Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggas is the prophet
Tell em its on right?
Hit these kids mad, couldnt know our story, right?
Show those crabs how to rhyme
Shake a nigga with a few of them joints
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggas is the prophet
Its only like five percent out of a hundred
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggas is the prophet
Do it to em baby
[Nas:]
Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When Im deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly
Im raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while
Funny style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thugs wife
Its like a cycle, niggas come home, somell go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life rapidly, thats the ritual
[Raekwon:]
Perhaps bullets bust, niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building, niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older niggas aint caring
Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, ones gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork
Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects
Richest niggas rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour
Gun wars, my crew feel em like swords
[Ghostface Killah:]
With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks, so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Dont keep jack in my lab, dont wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks
Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop
In denial, Im banging niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, Im next on line
And what the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors, yo, youre staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt
Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was wildin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your familys from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary niggas are screaming, I got juxed
Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit
Your mans in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well Ima end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas, and Rae got the best product on the block
[Raekwon (Ghostface Killah):]
Cream, my whole team is eatin off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up)
Good shit, nigga, next time, no more reload shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style)
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit)
RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, niggas in the profit
Floatin on a nine-five in the wind
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