Kanye West-Through The Wire (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-24 | Kanye West-Through The Wire (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Kanye West.Lyrics:[Intro]Yo, Gee, they can't stop me from rappin', can they?Can they, Hop?[Chorus: Chaka Khan]Through the fire, to the limit, to the wallFor a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it allThrough the fire, through whatever, come what mayFor a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the wayRight down to the wire, even through the fire[Over Chorus]I spit it through the wire, manThere's too much stuff on my heart right now, manI'd gladly risk it all right nowIt's a life-or-death situation, manY'all, y'all don't really understand how I feel right now, manIt's your boy, Kanye to the…Chi-Town, what's goin' on?[Verse 1]I drink a Boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dessertSomebody ordered pancakes, I just sip the sizzurpThat right there could drive a sane man berserkNot to worry, Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back to wizzerkHow do you console my mom or give her light supportTellin' her her son's on life support?And just imagine how my girl feelOn the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmett TillShe was with me before the deal, she'd been tryna be mineShe a Delta, so she'd been throwin' that Dynasty signNo use in me tryna be lyin', I been tryna be signedTryin' to be a millionaire, how I used two lifelinesIn the same hospital where Biggie Smalls diedThe doctor said I had blood clots, but I ain't Jamaican, manStory on MTV and I ain't tryna make a bandI swear, this right here, history in the makin', man[Chorus: Chaka Khan]Through the fire, to the limit, to the wallFor a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it allThrough the fire, through whatever, come what mayFor a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the wayRight down to the wire, even through the fire[Over Chorus]I really apologize for everything right nowIf it's unclear at all, manThey got my mouth wired shutFor like… I dunno, the doctor said like six weeksY'know, he had, I had reconstructive surgery on my jawI looked in the mirrorAnd half my jaw was in the back of my mouth, manI couldn't believe itBut I'm still here for y'all right now, manThis what I got to say right here, dawgYeah, turn me up, yeah, uh[Verse 2]What if somebody from the Chi' that was ill got a dealOn the hottest rap label around?But he wasn't talkin' 'bout coke and birdsIt was more like spoken word, 'cept he's really puttin' it down?And he explained the story 'bout how Blacks came from gloryAnd what we need to do in the gameGood dude, bad night, right place, wrong timeIn the blink of a eye, his whole life changedIf you could feel how my face feltYou would know how Mase felt (Mason Betha!)Thank God I ain't too cool for the safe beltI swear to God, driver two wanna sueI got a lawyer for the case, to keep what's in my safe safeMy dawgs couldn't tell if I…I looked like Tom Cruise in Vanilla Sky, it was televisedThere's been an accident like GEICOThey thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did MichaelI must got a angel, ‘cause look how death missed his assUnbreakable, what, you thought they'd call me Mr. Glass?Look back on my life like the Ghost of Christmas PastToys "R" Us where I used to spend that Christmas cashAnd I still won't grow up, I'm a grown-ass kidSwear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I didBut I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumphMake music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire[Chorus: Chaka Khan]Through the fire, to the limit, to the wallFor a chance to be with you, I'd gladly risk it allThrough the fire, through whatever, come what mayFor a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the wayRight down to the wire, even through the fire[Over Chorus]Y'know what I'm sayin'?When the doctor told me I had, umThat I was gonna have to have a plate in my chinI said, "Dawg, don't you realize I'll never make it on a plane now?""It's bad enough I got all this jewelry on!"You can't be serious, man
Kanye West-All Falls Down (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-23 | Kanye West-All Falls Down (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Kanye West.Lyrics:[Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West]Oh, when it all, it all falls downYeah, this the real one, babyI'm tellin' you all, it all falls downUh, Chi-Town, stand up!Oh, when it all, it all falls downSouthside, SouthsideWe gon' set this party off rightI'm tellin' you all, it all falls downWestside, WestsideWe gon' set this party off rightOh, when it all[Verse 1: Kanye West]Man, I promise, she's so self-consciousShe has no idea what she doin' in collegeThat major that she majored in don't make no moneyBut she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funnyNow, tell me that ain't insecurrThe concept of school seems so securrSophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurrShe like, "Fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair"'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairsOf new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really careShe's so precious with the peer pressureCouldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter AlexisShe had hair so long that it looked like weaveThen she cut it all off, now she look like EveAnd she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believeSingle black female addicted to retail, and well[Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West]Oh, when it all, it all falls downAnd when it falls down, who you gon' call now?I'm tellin' you all, it all falls downC'mon, c'mon, and when it falls downOh, when it all[Verse 2: Kanye West]Man, I promise, I'm so self-consciousThat's why you always see me with at least one of my watchesRollie's and Pasha's done drove me crazyI can't even pronounce nothin', pass that Ver-say-see!Then I spent four hundred bucks on thisJust to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this"And I can't even go to the grocery storeWithout some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a teamIt seem we livin' the American DreamBut the people highest up got the lowest self-esteemThe prettiest people do the ugliest thingsFor the road to riches and diamond ringsWe shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade usWe tryna buy back our 40 acresAnd for that paper, look how low we'll stoopEven if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe[Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West]Oh, when it all, it all falls downCome on, come onI'm tellin' you all, it all falls downAnd when it falls down, who you gon' call now?Oh, when it all, it all falls downCome on, come onI'm tellin' you all, it all falls downAnd when it all falls down[Verse 3: Kanye West]I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'emWe buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedomWe'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'emThings we buy to cover up what's inside'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealthThat's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?"Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crackAnd the white man get paid off of all of thatBut I ain't even gon' act holier than thou'Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thouBefore I had a house and I'd do it again‘Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a BenzI want to act ballerific like it's all terrificI got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specificI got a problem with spendin' before I get itWe all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it[Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West]Oh, when it all, it all falls downC'mon, c'monAnd when it falls down, who you gon' call now?I'm tellin' you all, it all falls downC'mon c'mon, and when it falls downOh, when it all, it all falls downSouthside, SouthsideWe gon' set this party off rightI'm tellin' you all, it all falls downWestside, WestsideWe gon' set this party off rightOh when it all, it all falls downChi-Town, Chi-TownWe gon' show 'em how we get downI'm tellin' you all, it all falls downNow, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my lifeC'monOh when it all, it all falls downI'm tellin' you all, it all falls down
Kanye West-We Dont Care Lyrics RJNlyrics 2020-12-21 | Kanye West-We Don't Care LyricsHope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Kanye West.Lyrics:[Intro: Kanye West]Oh, yeah...I got the perfect song for the kids to sing...And all my people that's—[Chorus: Choir]Drug dealin' just to get byStack your money 'til it get sky highWe wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-fiveJoke's on you, we still aliveThrow your hands up in the sky and say"We don't care what people say"[Verse 1: Kanye West]If this is your first time hearing thisYou are about to experience something so cold, manWe never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for grantedTook nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own manBut as a shorty, I looked up to the dope manOnly adult man I knew that wasn't broke, manFlicking Starter coats, man—man, you don't know, manWe don't care what people sayThis is for my niggas outside all winter'Cause this summer they ain't finna say, "Next summer, I'm finna..."Sitting in the hood like community collegesThis dope money here is Lil' Trey's scholarship'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambitionAnd ain't no loans for sitting your ass at homeSo we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a jobYou gotta do something, man, your ass is grown[Chorus: Choir & Kanye West]Drug dealin' just to get byStack your money 'til it get sky high(Kids, sing! Kids, sing!)We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-fiveJoke's on you, we still aliveThrow your hands up in the sky and say"We don't care what people say"[Verse 2: Kanye West]This second verse is for my dogs working nine to five that still hustle'Cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55And everybody selling makeup, Jacob'sAnd bootlegged tapes just to get they cake upWe put shit on lay-away, then come backWe claim other people kids on our income taxWe take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paidAnd we don't care what people sayMama say she wanna move SouthScratching lottery tickets, eyes on a new house'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude houseCouldn't get a jobSo since he couldn't get work, he figured he'd take workThe drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weightSo niggas' money is homo, it's hard to get straightBut we gon' keep bakin' 'til the day we get cakeAnd we don't care what people say, my niggas—[Chorus: Choir & Kanye West]Drug dealin' just to get by (Yeah)Stack your money 'til it get sky highKids, sing! Kids, sing!We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-fiveJoke's on you, we still alive (Alive, uh-huh)Throw your hands up in the sky and say"We don't care what people say" (Yeah, yeah, ugh)[Verse 3: Kanye West]You know the kids gon' act a foolWhen you stop the programs for after schoolAnd they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexicThey favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions"We scream: "rocks, blow, weed, park," see, now we smartWe ain't retards the way teachers thoughtHold up, hold fast, we make more cashNow, tell my mama I belong in that slow classIt's bad enough we on welfareThey tryna put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchairI'm tryna get the car with the chrome-y wheels hereThey tryna cut our lights out like we don't live hereLook what was handed us, fathers abandoned usWhen we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulanceSometimes, I feel no one in this world understands usBut we don't care what people say, my niggas—[Chorus: Choir & Kanye West]Drug dealin' just to get byStack your money 'til it get sky highKids, sing! Kids, sing!We wasn't supposed to make it past twenty-fiveJoke's on you, we still aliveThrow your hands up in the sky and say"We don't care what people say"
Lil Uzi Vert - Money Longer (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-20 | Lil Uzi Vert - Money Longer (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Lil Uzi Vert.Lyrics:[Chorus]Yeah, it do not matterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got fasterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster[Verse 1]Money so old, dollars spoiled (Spoiled)Yeah, my lil' bitch so spoiled (Spoiled)Yeah, I rub her down in oilYeah, I got money, now you know itYeah, diamonds on my teethYeah, your shit look like foilYeah, Chris Brown said these hoes ain't loyalNone of these hoes got no morals (No)All my niggas G-d upYeah, my glasses be DitaNever thought it would be days I could kick my feet up (Huh)Never thought that she would need me that much if I leave her[Chorus]It do not matterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got fasterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got fasterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster[Verse 2]All of this was factionNo time for actin', all this money lastin'Like, go out to eat, get that blackened salmonWhen I'm wit' my girl, we Pharrell and VashtieWait, huh? That mean we are not lastin'In that pussy, you know I like it rough, then I'm just blastin'Yeah, tell that lil' bitch that I'm really from MarsUh, yeah, bitch, do not startYeah, pull up, my car automaticYeah, uh, dealt with the star, yeah![Chorus]It do not matterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got fasterTurned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddySmokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powderNowadays I am on, my haters got sadderMoney got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Lil Uzi Vert - You Was Right (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-19 | Lil Uzi Vert - You Was Right (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Lil Uzi Vert.Lyrics:[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert, Future & Young Thug]Hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you(If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you)Cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you(Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)[Chorus]Yeah, alright, alright, alrightYou was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Huh)Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom (Yeah)[Verse 1]Looked at my mama just like we rich (Yeah)Looked at my bitch, like we richSaid we ain't got no minor setbacks (No)Countin' all that money, told that nigga just to bet thatI, I know that you ain't got it, boy, why you ain't just say that? (Yeah)They see I got that money, now his bitch like, "I said that" (Yeah)I don't pay that ho no mind, I been had thatWhen, when I saw my girl, yeah you know I had to bag that (Yeah)And before me, four niggas yeah, they had thatFive niggas includin' me, I had to back backTry to diss me, I take it to your family (Yeah)I fuck your sister then make sure that she vanish (Yeah)[Chorus]Yeah, alright, alright, alrightYou was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Huh)Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom (Yeah)Yeah, alright, alright, alrightYou was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Huh)Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom (Yeah)[Verse 2]Even though we in the same roomYou just locked the door, so I gotta text you (Yeah, yeah)Like bae unlock the door I got to use the restroomLike I don't want a war, I wanna caress you (Yeah)[Chorus]Yeah, alright, alright, alrightYou was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Huh)Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom (Yeah)
Pusha T - What Would Meek Do? ft. Kanye West (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-18 | Pusha T - What Would Meek Do? ft. Kanye West (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T and Kanye West.Lyrics:[Chorus: Kanye West]Niggas talkin' shit, Push—how do you respond?[Verse 1: Pusha-T]I'm top five and all of them DylanI am the hope, the dope dealers wonPrice and the quote, the dope dealers wantFeds takin' pictures like it's GQ (GQ)This Avianne collarbone is see-throughAngel on my shoulder, "What should we do?" (we do)Devil on the other, "What would Meek do?"Pop a wheelie, tell the judge to AkinyeleMiddle fingers out the Ghost, screamin' "Makaveli" (come with me)Hail Mary, the scale fairyTwo sides to every coin so we bail ready (bail ready)How do you respond?I let the monies and the fools talkI let the jewels and the hues talkWatch face came with a fuse box (fuse box)Chanel's on ya bitchThe coupe is 320, the roof's hit or missMurder on the highway, the news is at sixSee, I did it my way, the proof's in the bricksEghck! Smell it through the Tupperware (Tupperware)Two can get you four like a double dare (woo!)I'm the king of the oven-ware (oven-ware)You can piece the whole puzzle here[Chorus: Pusha-T]Niggas talkin' shit, 'Ye—how do you respond?[Verse 2: Kanye West]Poop, scoop!Whoop! Whoopty-whoop!Am I too complex for ComplexCon?Everything Ye say cause a new debate"You see, he been out of touch, he cannot relateHis hallway too long, bitch too badGot a surrogate, his kid get two dads"I be thinkin', "What would 2Pac do?"You be thinkin' what New Kids on the Block doIf you ain't drivin' while Black, do they stop you?Will MAGA hats let me slide like a drive-thru?That phone call from Ricky still hazyWhen heaven got an angel named AveryYou gotta watch who you callin' crazyYeezy, the newest billion-dollar babyIt won't feel right 'til I feel like Phil KnightGoin' for six rings like what Phil told MikeSeven pill nights, who know what that feel like?No more hidin' the scars, I show 'em like Seal, right?How do you respond?
Pusha T - If You Know You Know (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-17 | Pusha T - If You Know You Know (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T.Lyrics:[Verse 1]Pullin' up in that new toyThe wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink FloydWaving at rude boy, I'm wavin' at you, boyRan off on the plug too like TrugoyImagine me do-boy, you could never do what I do, boyStill, duckin' shit that I did, boyNiggas in Paris 'fore Hit-BoyThese ain't the same type of hits, boyShit can get litter than lit, boyYou don't take these type of risks, boy'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich BoyYou missed, boy; ya numbers don't add up on the blowThat was ten years ago – if you know, you know (Yeah)[Break]If you know, you knowIf you know, you know[Verse 2]This thing of ours, oh, this thing of oursA fraternity of drug dealers ringin' offI just happen to be alumniToo legit, they still lookin' at me with one eyeThe company I keep is not corporate enoughChild Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enoughA rapper turned trapper can't morph into usBut a trapper turned rapper can morph into PuffDance contest for the smokersI predict snow, Al Roker(If you know, you know)I only ever looked up to SosaYou all get a bird, this nigga Oprah[Chorus]Bricklayers in ball shortsCoachin' from the side of the ball courts(If you know, you know)One stop like a WalmartWe got the tennis balls for the wrong sport(If you know, you know)If you know 'bout the carportThe trap door's supposed to be awkward(If you know, you know)That's the reason we ball forCircle round twice for the encore(If you know, you know)[Verse 3]You ever been hit with the water weightThen had to weigh, "Do you war or wait?"(If you know, you know)When we all clickin' like Golden StateAnd you and your team are the motorcade(If you know, you know)Been grantin' wishes like a genieTwo bad hoes in two-piece bikinisI've been hidin' where you can see meThe skybox is right next to RiRi'sSolely responsible for showin' rappers how to standOn the front lines when trappers started throwin' bandsWhere were you when Big Meech brought the tigers in?'Cause I was busy earnin' stripes like a tiger's skin[Chorus]Bricklayers in ball shortsCoachin' from the side of the ball courts(If you know, you know)One stop like a WalmartWe got the tennis balls for the wrong sport(If you know, you know)If you know 'bout the carportThe trap door supposed to be awkward(If you know, you know)That's the reason we ball forCircle 'round twice for the encore(If you know, you know)
Pusha T Santeria (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-16 | Pusha T "Santeria" (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T.Lyrics:[Verse 1: Pusha-T]Now that the tears dry and the pain takes overLet's talk this payola (Payola)You killed God's baby when it wasn't his willAnd blood spill, we can't talk this shit over (This shit over)The Lord is my shepherd, I am not sheepI am just a short stone's throw from the streetsI bring my offerin', I will not preachAwaken my demons, you can hear that man screamingI'm no different than the priest, priestSantería (Santería, Santería, Santería)[Verse 2: Pusha-T]They say that death comes in threes, how appropriate ('Propriate)Triple back, they rush in like Soviets (Soviets)At the KremlinSearchin' for the green like a Gremlin, presidential emblemPresidential tint on this shit that I am driven in (Woo!)I just place orders and drop dollarsRottweilers roam the grounds, the Glock hollersThe three of y'all too accessibleSeen all the wrong moves, watchin' The UntouchablesWe don't do vegetables, niggas get flatlinedWelcome all beef, then we heat 'em with flat ironsYour plans are backfiring, think of double-crossin' a priestHail Mary, repeat after meSantería![Refrain: 070 Shake]Ya te vas a la mañana (Mañana)Ha-ah, los ángeles te esperaránEs el fuego que yo—conozcoEs el fuego que yo—Ya te vas a la mañana (Mañana)Ha-ah, los ángeles te esperaránEs el fuego que yo—conozcoEs el fuego que yo—[Verse 3: Pusha-T]Of all the things I've ever paid forKnow that it's no price tag when I wage warIt's no more to pray for, niggas get preyed onDarken my doorstep, they told me the day's goneYou listenin', De'Von?As I'm talkin' to your spirit, for God's sakesI'm dealin' with heartbreakCheckin' my ego, I'm livin' with lost faithI'm backin' this hit, nigga, you ever seen Shark Tank?I paid 'em in small bills, all of 'em small faceI bet when we draw blood, you niggas will draw a blankDress you in all black, partnered with All SaintsOur numbers is all facts, my shooters give all thanksAnd all praise, no jail bars can saveLeave you like Malcolm where X marks your graveHey, it's probably better this wayIt's cheaper when the chaplain praysSantería![Refrain: 070 Shake]Ya te vas a la mañana (Mañana)Ha-ah, los ángeles te esperaránEs el fuego que yo—conozcoEs el fuego que yo—
Pusha T - Infrared (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-15 | Pusha T - Infrared (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T.Lyrics:[Intro]Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?[Verse]The game's fucked upNiggas’ beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did itThe lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin’The bigger question is how the Russians did itIt was written like Nas, but it came from QuentinAt the mercy of a game where the codes is missin'When the CEO's blinded by the glow it's differentBelieve in myself and the Coles and KendricksLet the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicksShit, remember Will Smith won the first Grammy?And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie"So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy'Cause I'm ’posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (yugh)Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles outTom Brady’d you niggas, I had to scramble outThey be ridin' these waves, I pulled my sandals outJefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish routeOh, now it’s okay to kill Baby?Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a babySalute Ross 'cause the message was pureHe see what I see when you see Wayne on tourFlash without the fireAnother multi-platinum rapper trapped and can't retireNiggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I'm the liar?Shit, I’ve been exposed, I took the crack and built the wireNow who do you admire?Your rap songs is all tryin' my patienceThem prices ain't real without inflationI done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduitMoynat bags on my bitches, I done blew itSee through it, neck, igloo itHabla en español, I "y tu" itLet Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbersI'll ensure that you gettin' every gram from usLet's cram numbers, easilyThe only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-EHow could you ever right these wrongsWhen you don't even write your songs?But let us all play alongWe all know what niggas for real been waitin' onPush[Outro]I do, so, yeahInfrared, yeah, you know what I mean?Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean?I'm gone, I'm gone, you hear me?I'm gone
Pusha T Come Back Baby (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-14 | Pusha T "Come Back Baby" (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T.Lyrics:[Intro: The Mighty Hannibal]I wanna talk to all you addicts out thereThat's got yourself a great big JonesAn' you done tried all the methadoneAn' you just can't leave that heroin aloneI wonder, have you tried[Verse 1]Dope just touched down, I'm so gratefulNumbers so low, bitch, be thankfulThey say don't let money change youThat's how we know money ain't youBitch, I been had, bitches been badWe buy big boats, bitch, I'm SinbadDownright sinful, bitch, we been fullAll my dopeboys, we like kinfolkBMore burnt spoon, DC glass pipeVA sent bales, 'bout that trap lifeBlew through thousands, we made millionsCocaine soldiers, once civiliansBought hoes Hondas, took care childrenLent my pastor, build out buildin'sRapped on classics, I been brilliantNow we blend in, we chameleons, ahh![Chorus: George Jackson]Never have I been locked up in a world of miseryI need you darlin' to set me freeCome back, baby, try me one more timeOoh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mindI can't—[Verse 2]Who else got the luxury to drop when he want'Cause nobody else can fuck with me? What a show-offNigga, wrist for wrist—let's have a glow-offFuck it, brick for brick—let's have a blow-offIf we go by connections madeI can still climb ladders when complexions fade (Yugh)White on white, that's the TestaBlack on black, that's the TeslaSee these diamonds in this watch face?All that shit came from pressureThey don't miss you 'till you gone with the windAnd they tired of dancin' like a Ying Yang TwinYou can't have the Yin without the Yang, my friendReal niggas bring balance to the game I'm in (Yugh!)Can't escape the scale if I triedInterstate trafficking's alivePush[Chorus: George Jackson]Never have I been locked up in a world of miseryI need you darlin' to set me freeCome back, baby, try me one more timeOoh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mindI can't—[Verse 3]Still fresh off the boat, niggasDon't make me super-soak niggasYour life ends up a quote, niggaThe good die young, all dogs go to heavenIt's really just momma's fallin' out on the reverendI play musical chairs with these squaresRich flair before they was Ric Flair'sCocaine concierge, longest runnin' trapper of the yearStood the test of time like Dapper DanSeason my sauce like Zatarain'sIs he still in the caravan? (No)It's a mil' in the caravan? (Whoa)Richard Mille on a leather band (Ooh)Behind the wheel like an ambulance (Go)On my way up to Maryland (Gone)[Chorus: George Jackson]Never have I been locked up in a world of miseryI need you darlin' to set me freeCome back, baby, try me one more timeOoh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mindI can't—Come back, baby, try me one more timeOoh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mindI—I can't—
Pusha T The Games We Play (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-13 | Pusha T "The Games We Play" (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T.Lyrics:[Intro]Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'emIn elevator condos, on everything I love[Verse 1]This ain't a wave or phase, 'cause all that shit fadesThis lifestyle's forever when you madeThey tweet about the length I made 'em waitWhat the fuck you expectWhen a nigga got a cape and he's great?Oven's full of cakes that he bakes, still spreadin' pasteThe love just accentuates the hateThis is for my bodybuildin' clients movin' weightJust add water, stir it like a shakePlay amongst the stars like the roof in the WraithGet the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race[Refrain]These are the games we play, we are the names they sayThis is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes[Verse 2]To all of my young niggas, I am your Ghost and your RaeThis is my Purple Tape, save up for rainy daysAnd baby mama wishes, along with the side bitchesThey try to coexist, end up wishin' you'd die, bitchesStood on every couch, in the A at the black partyNo jewelry on, but you richer than everybodyYou laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little prouderAnd we don't need a globe to show you the world is oursWe can bet a hundred thousand with my safe holdMy numbers lookin' like a bank code[Refrain]These are the games we play, we are the names they sayThis is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes[Verse 3]Ain't no stoppin' this champagne from poppin'The draws from droppin', the laws from watchin'With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with optionsCaviar facials remove the toxinsThis ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monstersWho grew up on legends from outer YonkersInfluenced by niggas straight outta Compton, the scale never liesI'm two-point-two incentivisedIf you ain't energized like the bunny for drug moneyOr been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummyThis ain't really for you, this is for the Goya MontoyaWho said I couldn't stop, then afforded me all the lawyersThe only kingpin who ain't sinkin'Chess moves are made, my third eye ain't blinkinStay woke, nigga, or get outStill pull them whips out, still spread the chips outMight buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib outThe message in this music, all my niggas had to live out[Refrain]These are the games we play, we are the names they sayThis is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes, yah!
Pusha T Untouchable (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-12 | Pusha T "Untouchable" (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pusha T.Lyrics:[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]Lyrically I’m, untouchable, uncrushableBlunted in a 600, blunted in a 600Untouchable, uncrushableBlunted in a 600, blunted in a 600[Verse 1]Yuugh, I drops every blue moonTo separate myself from you kings of the YouTubeI am more U2, I am like Bono with the EdgeIn Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledgeLegend has it, the wrist is magicThe left is Patek, Philippe's replaced by MatsuhisaIgnore most requests for the featureUnless it’s getting played on the beach in IbizaWhile she fucking Nesha and she sucking shishaCan’t you see my Total; Pam, Kima, KeishaI’m aiming for the moguls, why y'all niggas aiming at the locals?And rap niggas broke like them, they’re mere hopefulStill wishing on a starThe last one to find out that Baby own the carsThe final trilogy of JawsThe grills like, interior gauzeIt feels like, still whiteMatching Missoni looks African on meThey tryin’ pin this trafficking on me like Mano and TonyMy thoughts spilling overThe soft ceiling’s open, I Cross-Fit the cocaYuugh! It’s a different calisthenics when I do the LennoxHalf a million paralleled and ain’t nothin’ rentedYeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shitIt rides a little better in the cockpit[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]Untouchable, uncrushableBlunted in a 600, blunted in a 600Untouchable, uncrushableBlunted in a 600, blunted in a 600[Verse 2]Mu told me to switch stylesHe just came home from the Feds like a mistrialHe tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don’t bounceAdidas gave me a million and that don’t bounceThe president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announcedA quarter million a year and that don’t bounceI’m in the score of these movies, I’m losing countMu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounceMy breakdown game bought me ‘8 Mile’ fameSelling Eminem to him and ‘emWhite to the Blacks I’m a villain inThe Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblemLet’s talk about it gentlemenMy barcode is Netflix “Narcos”Part on the side of my 'fro like I’m PabloNo hablo, I sell blowLone wolf, no Tonto, head honchoYuugh, let’s take the scenic routeI could show you the strange fruitIt’s looking like BeirutThey open the wash bay, I climb it like K2These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made useOf every Spanish name I done ran acrossNo matter what the weight, I done ran it offI’m walking on water, I took the sandals offTell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push[Hook: The Notorious B.I.G.]Untouchable, uncrushableBlunted in a 600, blunted in a 600Untouchable, uncrushableBlunted in a 600, blunted in a 600
Gunna - MOTW (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-11 | Gunna - MOTW (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Gunna.Lyrics:[Intro]Ayy, ayy(Wheezy outta here)Ayy, ayyAyy, ayy[Chorus]Ayy, money on the way (Money on the way)All I see is hundreds all day (All day)Top chef, fish sautéedCondo in L.A. (Ayy), president Rollie with the date (President)Pullin' out the foreigns, we can race (Mmm)In and out of state (In and out of state)Nah, we can not relate (We can not)And, I gotta stay laced (I gotta stay laced)She want us to date (Ah)I see she keepin' faith (Faith)Ah, I'ma make her wait (I'ma make her wait)[Verse 1]Niggas pillowtalk, I really set talk, we'll shoot the whole placeWe ain't takin' losses, double M, drove bossIn the six-star loft cookin' fish parquet (Fish)Ice, no skates (Ice)Get it out the pot (Get it out the pot)Speed on the cops (Speed)Feelin' like I'm Jigga on a yacht (Jigga on a yacht)People wanna watch (Uh)Milli' on the watch (Uh-huh)It's a Richard Millie on a watch (Millie on a watch)Ma ain't gotta cry, GunWunna made it out alive (GunWunna)Seen a lot of real niggas die (Real niggas die)Look him in the eye, you bad, let me see catch a fly (Girl)The cash got these niggas wildin' out (Wild)Rockstar, open up the circle, make a moshpit (Moshpit)Swervin' on the Perkys made me car sick (Car sick)Brothers don't cuff 'em, this is all our bitch (This is all our bitch)Grew up in the trenches, we squabblin'Make me quick to grab a choppa, start a World War 6 (World War 6)Gunna got some millions and I barely feel rich (Barely feel rich)They been here knockin', ringin' and I don't know who it is (Don't know who it is)[Chorus]Ayy, money on the way (Money on the way)All I see is hundreds all day (All day)Top chef, fish sautéedCondo in L.A. (Ayy), president Rollie with the date (President)Pullin' out the foreigns, we can race (Mmm)In and out of state (In and out of state)Nah, we can not relate (We can not)And, I gotta stay laced (I gotta stay laced)She want us to date (Ah)I see she keepin' faith (Faith)Ah, I'ma make her wait (I'ma make her wait)[Verse 2]Remember I served, I was standin' on the curb with a bomb full of nicks (Bomb full of nicks)It's my word (Yeah), I done capped off birdI done seen a nigga jump from a slab to a brick (To a brick, on God)Cute pink toe, I bit her on the toesI fuck her like a ho, I make a whole flick (Shit, make a whole flick)Proud of baby girl, she can take a whole dick (Take a whole dick)She told me she was thirsty, started drinkin' my spit (Drinkin' my spit)Ooh (Ooh), you ain't never heard this (This)I been droppin' hits like bird shit (Brr)They been sendin' threats, but don't worry (No)We hoppin' in a rental with a dirty stick (Dirty stick)They ain't give me my money, I'ma murder this bitch (Murder this bitch)I'ma murder this bitch (Murder this bitch)Rental off the Rollie, just went way in the ditch (Way in the ditch)Young Gunna not no playa 'bout these chips (Wah)We really used to struggle now we paid, filthy rich (Paid, filthy rich)A hundred K to hit your VIP (Yah)R.I.P. to Nipsey, paved the way for the Crips (For the Crips)Plus, I'm smokin' cookie, blow Biscotti by the zipI got it on my hip[Chorus]Ayy, money on the way (Money on the way)All I see is hundreds all day (All day)Top chef, fish sautéedCondo in L.A. (Ayy), president Rollie with the date (President)Pullin' out the foreigns, we can race (Mmm)In and out of state (In and out of state)Nah, we can not relate (We can not)And, I gotta stay laced (I gotta stay laced)She want us to date (Ah)I see she keepin' faith (Faith)Ah, I'ma make her wait (I'ma make her wait)
Gunna - FEIGNING (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-10 | Gunna - FEIGNING (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Gunna.Lyrics:[Intro: Gunna & Lil Juice](Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)Yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahOh, woah, woah, woah, woahWoah[Chorus]Make 'em bleed for the seasonI got pretty tings overseas, yeah (Seas, yeah, yeah)Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)Above the trees, hard to breathe in (Hard to breathe in)We spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah[Verse 1]Huh, huh, huh'Bout a dollar, huh, huh (Woah)Whip that Panamera, yeahPiss in my ring, diamonds canary yellow (Ooh)I'm sippin' codeine, I'm movin' slower than Donatello (Donatello)I doubt that she don't let me fuck, but I swear I won't sweat her (Nah)I'm runnin' the millions up, on God, my fam doin' better (On God)Bein' broke didn't break us apart, got rich, we still together (Still together, we still together)We storm the weather, you get jammed, I'll write you letters (Write you letters)We flock of feathers (Yeah), the parasailers (Yeah)Gave her a groove like Stella, my vocals makin' her pussy wetter (Wetter)Bought a new Louis flannel, flowers all over my white Margielas (White Margiela)[Chorus]Make 'em bleed for the seasonI got pretty tings overseas, yeah (Seas, yeah, yeah)Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah)Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)Above the trees, hard to breathe inWe spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah[Verse 2]Huh, huhFeel the Miley Cyrus, yeahWe gettin' geeked up at the private party, yeah, yeahLeak, it ain't no secret, know I drip the hardest (Drip the hardest)The valet can't hold my key, I let my people park it (People park it)Got that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target (Bulletproof)My fans screamin' at me, say I'm they favorite artist (Favorite artist)Pay what I want, no back and forth, don't do no bargain (Do no bargain)We cross the margin (Cross the margin)Fuck niggas barkin', main reason I keep a carbon (Yeah)We burn like arsons (Burn)Snakes in the garden (Yeah)We rich, I beg you pardon?My lil' niece is startin' (Niece is startin')The vehicles foreign (Foreign)Feel like I'm soarin' (Yeah)[Chorus]Make 'em bleed for the seasonI got pretty tings overseas, yeah (Seas, yeah, yeah)Shopping sprees for a week, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Like FBG, I got free bands, yeah (Free bands)Above the trees, hard to breathe in (Hard to breathe in)We spending G's for no reason, yeah (Yeah)Better go sleep, she not leavin', yeah (Leavin')Crib in the hills like I'm fiendin', yeah[Outro]Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gunna - WUNNA (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-09 | Gunna - WUNNA (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Gunna.Lyrics:[Intro](Run that back, Turbo)[Chorus]Muddy poured up (Poured up), got a cutter (Cutter)Lotta orders (Orders), dollars, quarters (Ayy)Wrist water (Ayy), Rich Porter (Ayy)Your bitch on now (On now), Gunna Wunna (Wunna)Commas, commas (Racks), hundreds, hey (Hey)I'm a stunner (Stunner), sauna, summer (Hey)Benihana ('Hana), cook up, hey (Hey)My crew paid (Paid), surf a wave (Wave)[Verse 1]Pop it (Pop it)I been sippin' Akorn, rich nigga, I'm A1AP blacker than Akon (Uh), baby butter pecan (Uh)Millionaire, I don't want no refund (Uh)Breakin' her back 'til I see the sunI fucked the bitch on the jet (Jet)Cuban baguette on her neck (Her neck)She only call me for sex (Sex)Speed in the 'Vette (Speed in the 'Vette)I still got my foot on they neck, uh (They neck)Gunna put 'em to rest (To rest)I used to trap at the Exxon (Exxon)For the slum, gotta keep you a gunI'm not a regular pedestrianFuck your ho 'bout a week every monthShe wan' me to stick it in deep in her gutLet me know if you with it or whatIf I catch a body, I keep it on hush (Hush)You pussies gon' tell in a rushCome to the spot and the feeling is plush (Plush)I don't fuck with these niggas, a dub[Chorus]Muddy poured up (Poured up), got a cutter (Cutter)Lotta orders (Orders), dollars, quarters (Ayy)Wrist water (Ayy), Rich Porter (Ayy)Your bitch on now (On now), Gunna Wunna (Wunna)Commas, commas (Racks), hundreds, hey (Hey)I'm a stunner (Stunner), sauna, summer (Hey)Benihana ('Hana), cook up, hey (Hey)My crew paid (Paid), surf a wave (Wave)[Verse 2]Surf (Surf), surf (Surf), surf (Surf), surf (Wave)Pop a Perc' (Perc'), Papa Smurf (Smurf)Lotta dirt, I can call up Durk (Lil Durk)Chrome Heart shirts (Shirts), millions off merch (Merch)Sippin', drippin', tippin', trippin' (Ayy)Women, hey, linen, hey (Ayy)Dealin', killin', spinnin', winnin'Grillin', hey (Hey), feelin' paid (Paid)[Chorus]Muddy poured up (Poured up), got a cutter (Cutter)Lotta orders (Orders), dollars, quarters (Ayy)Wrist water (Ayy), Rich Porter (Ayy)Your bitch on now (On now), Gunna Wunna (Wunna)Commas, commas (Racks), hundreds, hey (Hey)I'm a stunner (Stunner), sauna, summer (Hey)Benihana ('Hana), cook up, hey (Hey)My crew paid (Paid), surf a wave (Wave)
Gunna - MET GALA (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-08 | Gunna - MET GALA (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Gunna.Lyrics:[Intro]It's easy to slip, don't want you to fallI drip on this bitch like Met Gala, ballin'Answer her texts, don't answer her calls[Chorus]Yeah, she sent me a text, won't answer her callShe love when I flex and shop in the mallRelieving her stress, I beat down her wallsSkeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my ballsWe speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the lawsVVs on my neck, I shine in the darkIt's easy to slip, don't want you to fallWalk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball[Verse 1]Shoot your shit up, I got accurate aimFucked up a few mil', now I'm back like I cameThat boy say my name, I went and got me some strainYou know I don't crash, I just stay in my lanePlease don't compare, because we not the sameGunWun ain't no gimmick, ain't clownin' for fameI trapped for a living and been had a nameWork hard for these clothes, cars, and watches and chainsOh, man, Rolls-Royce got umbrellas, this whip for the rainThese folks done fucked up, let me slip in the gameThis bitch let me fuck, this shit went to her brainShe know I'm a beast, and ain't easy to tameShe squirt on my sheets while I beat out her frameDozed off, woke back up, she still sayin' my nameIn love with my life, and you wish we could trade[Chorus]Yeah, she sent me a text, won't answer her callShe love when I flex and shop in the mallRelieving her stress, I beat down her wallsSkeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my ballsWe speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the lawsVVs on my neck, I shine in the darkIt's easy to slip, don't want you to fallWalk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball[Verse 2]Walk in with the drip like Met Gala BallCame in and she strip, her panties and allLip gloss on her lip, suck me like a HallA boss and a pimp, I bought me a shipI walk with a limp, FN in my drawersWhen she talk that shit, I put dick in her jawsI hit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or drawHit and don't miss, ain't no win, lose, or drawCame from Flat Shoals and Old NatOn the South, in that back, you get whacked, then get shot in your carWhy hell you think that I'm maxin'? Relaxin' in mansions, no cappin', 'cause we had it hardI ain't get this shit just from askin', I made this shit happen and passion, it played a big partI ain't get this bitch off of mackin', it came off of actions and fashion and stay in accord[Chorus]Yeah, she sent me a text, won't answer her callShe love when I flex and shop in the mallRelieving her stress, I beat down her wallsSkeet-skeet on her chest, she kissin' my ballsWe speed in that 'Vette, don't stop for the lawsVVs on my neck, I shine in the darkIt's easy to slip, don't want you to fallWalk in with the drip, that Met Gala Ball
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Half Manne Half Cocaine (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-07 | Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Half Manne Half Cocaine (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, and Madlib.Lyrics:[Part I: "Half Manne"][Intro]YeahYeah, yeahYeahNiggas will never learnYeahThere's some niggas that never learnYeahNiggas that never learn[Chorus]Bridges burn, tables turnFuck niggas, they will never learn (Never learn)Not about an almighty dollar, it ain't my concern (Ain't my concern)Who she gave that pussy to outside of me ain't my concern (That ain't my concern)I just want head in a 458, that's what I deserve[Verse 1]Nigga, I deserveBig old house and two thick bitches makin' gritsLeather seats in the new candy-painted whipBitch, I came out the womb on some gangster shitHo, I knew you was off, you could take a lickSet him up with my bitch, we can fake a lickI just broke up a brick on the East with the cliqueWho you bangin' with? You know that me and Diego be takin' shit[Chorus]Bridges burn, tables turn, fuck niggas never learn (Never learn)Chicken dinner, watchin' SportsCenter when I whip a bird (Whip a bird)Who she gave that pussy to outside of me ain't my concern (That ain't my concern)I just want head in a 458, that's what I deserve[Verse 2]Nigga, I deserveBig old house and two thick bitches bangin' outThey go pussy to pussy and mouth to mouthWe don't need 'em, we beat 'em and pipe 'em outSnitch, you feed 'em and treat 'em and wife 'em outAt the plate, but that pussy, you strikin' outMet the bitch that's defeating your bank accountI just turned my mom house to a powder houseGot that bitch powdered out[Chorus]Bridges burn, tables turn, fuck niggas never learn (Never learn)Chicken dinner, watchin' SportsCenter when I whip a bird (Whip a bird)Bitch, I know who did the murder, that ain't none of your concern (Your concern)I just want head in a 458, that's what I deserve (I deserve)[Part II: "Half Cocaine"][Verse]Shut the fuck upYeah, half man, half cocaine (Cocaine)I just mixed the Tylenol with heroin (Heroin)Junkies shoot some detergent in their fuckin' veins (Fuckin' veins)Cradle to the grave, nigga, crime paysFuck with Mister K, put your face on one of them picture chainsSugar Ray the fade or go John Wick with the pistol gameBitch ain't crack the safe, got his moms hit with the pistol whipMove like the Yakuza set trip, we clipping off fingertipsBitch, crack numbin' up my fingertipsPullin' strings with my pinkie rings, AR get you hitI make fifteen jump like trampolines when that package sentNow niggas want them methamphetamines, quick to suckin' dickSuck a dick, for the dope up I was rushin' shitFuck the needle, she just puff and sniff, SnuffleupagusI got strippers on my fuckin' list, fuck a bucket listBlack brains up in buckets, bitch, Michael Douglas, bitchHalf man, half cocaine (Yeah)Sent sixty pounds of Walter White, to White Plains (That Walter White)VVS the Prezi, Skydweller plainSit your five dollar ass down before I make change (I make change, nigga)Pay for your funeral, get your shit arrangedKiss your wife and say, "You were solid," then go piss on your graveHold that, lock the doggy up with SimilacFuck rap, blood movin' ounces on the Cash App, blattHalf man, half cocaineI just hit a bank and did the David BlaineOne foot in the booth, one in the fuckin' cageIf I wrote my raps, you'd be a slave to my fuckin' pageFreddie Kane[Outro]Half man, half cocaineHalf man, half cocaineHalf man, half cocaineBrought to a neighborhood near you
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Practice (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-06 | Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Practice (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, and Madlib.Lyrics:[Intro]YeahI had it allThis one, that oneI thought it was tight, tight new situationBut you know what I mean, I'm fooling myself, you know what I'm saying?[Verse 1]Yeah, yeah, my nigga, I went T-Pain for herShe 'bout to get off work at the club, I used to wait for herFucking up my whole family structure to clear the day for herWhen I was going through problems at home, I should have prayed moreDear Lord, but I didn'tSo I'm tangled in this positionMade a commitment to both of these women and never considering both of they feelingsI got too deep so after I beat I should've just deaded it from the beginning'Cause I admit that I got a bit jealous when she was at Floyd crib strippingAnd that ain't like me, this ain't the right me, but that ain't her faultShe call my phone with all the tough talk, I went the fuck offWasn't seeking another relationship, I just needed to duck offGot a cougar bitch in the boonies, that pussy, I knock the dust offWhen all the trust lostSometimes the love is soon to followWifey'll put me out the crib and tell me to come back home tomorrowWhen I got caught the fuck up, she hit me with the ultimatumYou need to come home with your daughter, nothing more important than your babyDrugs got me crazy[Interlude]Uh, yeahYou know what I'm sayin', nigga?Shit's crazy, manSelling dope, smoking dope, you know what I'm saying, all thatAll that shit, being around shit, yeahPush you to the limit, you know what I mean?Or you past the limit, you know what I mean?These streets and these hoes don't love youYou don't feel no love out here, nigga[Verse 2]Yeah, dat, like Mitchy Slick say, she no comprendeI'm chopping shit up like a sensei to get to rent dayMy trunk got more blocks than DikembeThe DEA, they snatched my black ass straight up out of first class flying from Midway (Damn)One foot in rap, one foot in the trapBut I'm really trapping for my homies, they too incompetent for this balancing actIf they really love me, they'd be keeping me from it, to keep it a hundredHow you complain about the price when you getting everything fronted?Weed, heroin and 'caine flips was my main bitchShe tried to make me go to counseling but that ain't change shitSearching for licks up in the streets, they come and go like PokémonDon't get no R-E-S-P-E-C-T from my baby mama's momPut some respect up on my name like Beatrice, mil' in a mattressFake love, I really don't need it like Allen ain't need the practiceHell yeah nigga, we talking about practiceHow I'm gonna break up with the streets?I got the questions but I can't find the answersDelicate circumstances[Outro]YeahIt's gon' be alright thoughHave the bitches there, you know what I'm sayin'?At the end of the day, yeahInstagram, Snapchat get you locked upHard to sit in the city and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?Niggas and these bitchesAin't no love in this situation at all, you know what I'm sayin'?Yeah, uh
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Fake Names (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-05 | Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Fake Names (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, and Madlib.Lyrics:[Intro]UhYeah, yeahYeah yeahMic check check checkUh, yeah, yeah, uhSurvival of the fittest, my niggaCheck, check, checkI need a check, check, checkBitch, uh, yeah, uh[Chorus]Shit's so real, gotta use fake namesEvery time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain (My brain)Erica said I never changed (Never changed)Lifestyles of the insane[Verse 1]You was like a brother to me, no other to meSwear I would trade my life for yours, I knew you was fucking with meFound out some niggas fucked your wife and we put them bitches to sleepAin't going to say your government, I'ma call him by Ricky GNow Ricky G, he had a cousin named Yella with bricks of yolaHad a Mexican that came 'cross the border to ArizonaThey was getting shit for seventeenTossin' shit to me for twenty-eightBitch go for thirty-one, I barely ateSeen them niggas frown when I started breaking that shit downSaid I need more time with them chickens, I'm out here making roundsJealous niggas want they twenty-eight up front nowI bought all the damn clientele, we could have ran the townBut fuck it, you cut the price, then I fly to PhoenixSaid if you ain't copping like twenty, then, cocksucker, beat itThey put Yella Boy on the evening newsDevil on my shoulder said, "Fuck friends 'cause cash rules"[Chorus]Shit's so real, gotta use fake namesEvery time I sleep, dead faces, they occupy my brain, uhChristina said I never changed (Never changed)Lifestyles of the insane[Verse 2]I done walked through hell in these size 12'sSpeak it from my own mouth before I let the time tellDream team legal, I never take an LCourtroom, funeral fresh, Givenchy my lapelPouring up, foreigned up, three bricks, I'm a hundred upJack a pussy, blow his pack, that's how you fuck the summer upFuck it up, bottled up, your hoes fuck for followersVanessas, Carries, tiger lilies, bitch, I'm super modeled upWell pimp thatMy hoes twist it fat, she roll ten Backwoods out the zip, yeahPasadena Rena, came to Vegas, it was lit, yeahCrystal Lynn came all the way to Denver for the dick, yeahHad to cancel my Miami trip, that bitch was sick, yeahPut me on, always put me onThen labor sixteen hours, need to put me onDrop a zone, dope ain't locking up, this shit done took too longShout out to BO and Charlie Mack, man, bring them niggas homeMost my dawgs got life in jail from conversations on the phoneI bought my first mansion, told my mama leave that dope alone Forget thatUsed to get ten bricks Dominicano off the lip, yeahPut that on my nephew Luciano, we the shit, yeah (Lucci)Bitch, I put your pussy in the mail, I need to see it, yeahAbby used to follow me on tour, that shit was lit, yeahPut me on, Freddie, put me on (She was like)Put me on, Otis, put me on[Outro]I used to love that bitch thoughYeah, KaneYeah, yeah, remainYeah, yeah, put me on, put me onPut me on, Lambo, put me onPut me on, Egon, put me on, uh, yeah, yeahYeah, yeahHahaha, helloAll my niggas, man, they readyIt is time once again for that motherfuckerMadlib the Beat Konducta, straight from CaliforniaSo light the motherfucking weed up bitchTurn the sound up, let us goAnd as usual, no fuck boysReal niggas only
Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Freestyle Shit (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-12-05 | Freddie Gibbs, Madlib - Freestyle Shit (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, and Madlib.Lyrics:[Intro]WarningThe surgeon general has determined (Mmh, yeah)That the sounds you are about to hearWill always be devastating (I want it all, nigga, all of it)To your earSleep wellKane seasonDrink some of this champagne(I love Madlib, he makes me much joy)Yeah, yeahI want it all, nigga, all of it(My favorite, my nigga Madlib, obrigado)Yeah, yeah[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]I want it all, nigga, all leather25th and Jackson, I'm back in action like Carl Weathers, uhTryna beat the Rocky like Carl WeathersTrap boy Kane, I Clubber Lang SylvesterCrack cocaine, I was my own investorCould I do this shit independent? That was my only question, uhUsher Raymond IV, ConfessionsFerra let me come through and hit when I was alone and stressin’Yeah, 'cause when this music shit wasn't movin’, manI said I might as well be movin' thangs, uhUh, Joey let him shelf itBut I still put out my fuckin' debut record, for the recordWhere I move when I'm with these hoes is off the record, for the recordFor the social media shit I was livin' recklessAnd these rap niggas share the same hoesGotta curve bitches, gotta cut bitches, gotta change hoesI was reminiscin' in the Range RoveMe and my little brother shared the same clothes, nigga, yeahThat's when this music shit wasn't movin’, manI said I might as well be movin’ thangs'Cause when this music wasn’t movin', manAnd I was barely even movin' thangs, uhSaid I was moving with them shooters, manBefore I barely even knew the gameEast Side, Gary, nigga, I got it tattedVirginia Street, fuck the niggas that ratted, my nigga, uhDon't wan’ hit the trap if I don't gottaMy weed habit so close to snorting powderNiggas don't holler 'less I got narcoticsScratchin' and itchin', he on that dog collarTrunk full of tapes, I ain't got no dollarsBy the time niggas show you love, you don't even want itBy the time niggas show me love, I ain't even need itBy the time niggas showed me love, I was on the TV, yeahThat's when this music started movin', manBut I still proceed to move them thangs, uhSaid I was moving with them shooters, manGang bangin' and recruitin', man, uh[Outro]YeahMovin', manFuck it, keep it, I'm done
Drakeo the Ruler - Betchua Freestyle (Official Lyrics) By RJNlyrics RJNlyrics 2020-12-04 | Drakeo the Ruler - Betchua Freestyle (Official Lyrics) By RJNlyricsHope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Drakeo the Ruler.
Pierre Bourne - Feds (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-10-02 | Pi'erre Bourne - Feds (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Pi'erre Bourne.Lyrics:(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)Did you find? What did you find? (What did you find?)Goin' through my phone, what did you find? (What did you find?)Baby, give me dome, give me your mind (Give me your mind)All I see is those dollar signs (Dollar signs)I got trees to roll, I'm 'bout to climb ('Bout to climb)'Member we was po', they wouldn't give me no time (Me no time)Had to switch my phone, man, they leaked my line (They leaked my line)Had to get this dough and stay on my grindHad to cut that ho she was outta line (She was outta line)Miss yo' waterfall, wet all the time (All the time)And my chain fireworks, 4th of July (Fire)I just got a new watch, Land Before Time (Before Time)And she's givin' me top, losin' her mind (Lose your mind)And she love my hot dog, yeah, she's a swine (She a swine)Yea', I'm stuck in a box, feel like a mime (I'm a mime)Hey, I'ma wipe your tears while you cry (While you cry)Did you find? What did you find? (What did you find?)Goin' through my phone, what did you find? (What did you find?)Baby, give me dome, give me your mind (Give me your mind)All I see is those dollar signs (Dollar signs)I got trees to roll, I'm 'bout to climb ('Bout to climb)'Member we was po', they wouldn't give me no time (Me no time)Had to switch my phone, man, they leaked my line (They leaked my line)Had to get this dough and stay on my grind (On my grind)We could never fold, yeah, we in a bind (In a bind)I can't let you go (I can't let you go), yeah, Mufasa lied (I'ma lie)I can't die alone, I need you by my side (By my side)Contestant on a show, girl, you know I try (Know I try)Hey, racin' for your soul, what a stride (What a stride)I can't love her, no, my heart slime (My heart slime)Miss yo' waterfall, wet all the time (All the time)Hey, I'ma wipe your tears while you cry (While you cry)Did you find? (Girl, don't cry) What did you find? (Girl, don't cry)Goin' through my phone (Girl, don't cry), what did you find? (Girl, don't cry)Baby, give me dome (Give me done), give me your mind (Give me your mind)All I see is those dollar signs (Dollar signs)I got trees to roll (I got trees, woah), I'm 'bout to climb ('Bout to climb)'Member we was po', ('Member we was po',) they wouldn't give me no time (Me no time)Had to switch my phone (Had to switch my phone), man, they leaked my line (They leaked my line)Had to get this dough (Had to get-) and stay on my grindDid you find? (Girl, don't cry) What did you find? (Girl, don't cry)Goin' through my phone (Girl, don't cry), what did you find? (Girl, don't cry)Baby, give me dome (Give me done), give me your mind (Give me your mind)All I see is those dollar signs (Dollar signs)I got trees to roll (I got trees, woah), I'm 'bout to climb ('Bout to climb)'Member we was po', ('Member we was po',) they wouldn't give me no time (Me no time)Had to switch my phone (Had to switch my phone), man, they leaked my line (They leaked my line)Had to get this dough (Had to get this dough) and stay on my grind(Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)Damn Pi'erre, where'd you find this?Aw
$NOT - Revenge (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-26 | $NOT - Revenge (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to $NOT.Lyrics:HahaSometimes, I can really be fucked upAin't nothin' much to saySometimes, I can really be (Ayy, sometimes)Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Yuh)Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye" (Haha)Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Wassup?)I can see these niggas right through my eyes (Yuh)Bitch, I'm reckless, I'm ruthless (Uh-huh), very much stupid (Yuh)All about this money, niggas hit my phone, who this? (Bitch)Broken heart but now I'm in the club (What?), I'm feelin' fucked up (Yuh)Is you fuckin' with me? Is you fuckin' with the scrubs?I know, I know (I know), had to drop that bitch off (Yuh)Nigga, why you talkin'? Well, I think that shit's soft (Haha)I walk around like I'm a rockstar (Uh-huh)Double-R's parked all up in my backyardSometimes, I can really be fucked up (Fucked up)Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye" (Hey)Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Uh-huh)I can see these niggas right through my eyes (Yuh)Fuck love, but I need medicine (Uh-huh)All 'em for myself, 'cause these niggas not my friends (What?)Bitch, why you mad? You don't care, don't pretend (Nah)I'm tryna kill that nigga 'cause it's all about revenge (Yuh)I started from the zero, now I flip it to a hundred (Hundred)All about this money 'cause I got something from it (From it)Put my dick up in her mouth, now it's in her stomach (Yuh)Yeah, I be the boss, no bodyguards in public (Uh-huh)I just wanna chill with my day-ones (Day-ones)Outside, but it's rainin', but I feel the sun (Feel the sun)I'm war-ready in my black Air Force 1s (Yuh)I'm doin' what I gotta do, no options (Uh)Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Uh-huh)Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Why?)I can see these niggas right through my eyes (Hahaha)Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Fucked up)Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"Everybody wanna tell the truth but lie (Yuh)I can see these niggas right through my eyesI don't really wanna know about nothin' (Nah)Niggas always tryna make assumptions (Why?)And it's always on that fuck shit (Hah), so it's fuck it (Haha)Ballin' on these niggas, 'cause I'm makin' straight buckets (Yuh)Fetti on my body, niggas can't fuckin' jack it (Nah)Pistol on my waist, fuck nigga, it's a habit (Yuh)If it's snow that she want, fuck nigga, you can have it (Pew, pew)If you want some clout, put a fork in the outlet (Uh)Nah, I ain't playin' with these niggas (Nah)I ain't playin' with these bitches, nah, I ain't finished (Uh-uh)All you niggas jokes, all you niggas real gimmicks (Yuh)I stay solid, man, I stay real prolific (Yuh)Sometimes, I can really be fucked up (Fucked up)Ain't nothin' much to say but, "Hey, goodbye"Everybody wanna tell the truth but lieI can see these niggas right through my eyesHahaAhh, ooh
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Babies & Fools (feat. Conway the Machine) (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-24 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Babies & Fools (feat. Conway the Machine) (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist, and Conway the Machine.Lyrics:[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]YeahKane TrainToot a lil' somethin', somethin'Let's smoke a lil' somethin', somethin', yeahA bitch could never (All of me)Ha, never, bitch, yeah (All of me)Yeah, real nigga, what's up?[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]My first love was football from playin' that Madden shitMy second love was hard drugs, weed and this rappin' shitAlhamdulillah on the nights that I wasn't havin' shitI say my prayers but I'm rusty as fuck with ArabicLord, take me as I am 'cause I'm gon' come as I'm isI might die twice if I look down and see my mama in tears[Refrain]I gave her (All of me), uhBut I ain't gon' never die (All of me), uhBitch, I could never, what's up?[Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs]I know the Lord watch over babies and foolsI did the fooly with this tool to put my babies through schoolI took my last ho out the country, fuck that bitch, we ain't coolHit them DMs, a nigga can't swim, but I fucked her friend by the pool'Cause she was tour pussy, I never needed that bitchShe cussed me out in long-ass texts, but I ain't read them shits[Refrain: Freddie Gibbs]She wanted (All of me)But you could never have (All of me), haha, yeahBitch, you could never, what's up?[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]Uh, James Harden, I had to take a step back from bitches and certain niggas (Yeah)Sometimes you slip to get the success, then you start hurtin' feelingsUsed to have the hardtop, yes, now I convert the ceilingFriends was tryna count my pockets like I don't deserve a millionBitch, I deserve a trillion'Cause I would've did a trillion years for these niggasWhole bid for these niggas[Refrain: Freddie Gibbs]I gave 'em (All of me)Nigga, I gave the streets (All of me)I'm fallin' back, what's up?[Verse 4: Conway the Machine]Look, my first love was writin' verses and rappin' bars (Yeah)My second love was sittin' on bandos and trappin' hard (Huh?)Hospital bed, bullet in my neck and a fractured jawCall it crazy, but I always knew I'd bounce back this hard (I always knew)Who got the matte black MAC? That's to match the car (Uh-huh)I got that 'cause I been clapped before[Refrain: Conway the Machine]Gave these streets (All of me)Nigga, I gave the streets (All of me)[Verse 5: Conway the Machine]Uh, I'm on tour, I'm on the road just hustlin' and shitMy baby mama cut me off, she had enough of my shit (She sick of my shit)I'll Cashapp stacks every now and then, like that's enoughShe like, "At least FaceTime, your babies don't see your ass enough" (You right)Plus my older son is failin' math, that shit ain't addin' upI guess I ain't around bein' a dad enough, I owe my kids[Refrain: Conway the Machine](All of me)I owe Demond and Noah (All of me)[Verse 6: Conway the Machine]Uh, for the mob, you know I give niggas the shirt off my backSomethin' happen to one of my niggas, I'll be the first to attackAir out your corner, if I miss, then we circlin' back (Brrt)Funeral lines, Cadillacs with the hearses to match (Hearses to match)Huh, I rep my niggas every verse that I rapViolate, the shots disperse from this MAC (May Block, nigga)[Outro: Conway the Machine]I gave my hood (All of me, you know what's up)I gave my whole hood (All of me)That's a fact, nigga
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Something to Rap About (feat. Tyler, The Creator) (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-23 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Something to Rap About (feat. Tyler, The Creator) (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist, and Tyler, The Creator.
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Look At Me (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-23 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Look At Me (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs and The AlchemistLyrics:[Intro]I'm the kind of man that recognize talentAnd when I find it, I put it to work[Chorus]Came through in a clean SSBucket seats with the beam on the TECGot a thing, Wu-Tang, protect your neck, bitchHahaha, ha, take a look at me, bitch, yeahTake a look at me, ho, yeahCame through in a Benz S6Drippin' water, nigga, wrist recklessHo was trippin', that was one less bitch, hoYeah, hahaha, take a look at me, bitchYeah, yeah, yeah (Take a look at me, ho)[Verse]Look at me, motherfucker, look at me (Yeah)And my bitch got her tax check backShe gon' put a real nigga back on his feet (Yeah)Used to ride in the clean A3With the wood and the Louis V's on my seat (Yeah)Motherfuck what you heard, when I ride in the 'GarMake a ho clean off her feet (Yeah)Tell a bitch, "What you looking at?"Soda with the cocaina, now I'm cookin' thatIf that shit ain't locked up then we took it backNiggas stretch it and press it, we pushin' thatWhen I stop selling crack, I ain't lookin' backYeah, bitch, I ain't lookin' backYeah, damn[Chorus]Came through in a new Porsche, speedToo much coke'll make a bitch nose bleedTo the floor seats from the nosebleeds, bitch, yeahTake a look at me bitch, yeahTake a look at me, ho, haCame through in a new Porsche, speedToo much coke'll make a bitch nose bleedTo the floor seats from the nosebleeds, bitch, yeahTake a look at me bitch, yeahTake a look at me[Outro](Yeah, look at me, motherfuckers, look at me, yeah)You lucky you got away with just a scratch, sucker(Look at me, motherfuckers, look at me, yeah)What you got the other night was just the smokeThe fire is yet to comeGot to run him out of the neighborhoodWhat you'll get is nothing but a whole lot of troubleYou better be careful when you talk about shedding blood in this community
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - God Is Perfect (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-22 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - God Is Perfect (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs and The Alchemist Lyrics:[Intro]Aight, check it outUh, gang, gangBunny Rabbit insaneUh, Big Finball, yeahUh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)It's here (Uh), yeah(One, two) Yeah, yeah (Kane train, baby), uh(Hold on, hold on) Yeah, yeah(One, two, yo, yo, check it out) Yeah, yeah[Chorus]Microphone check, one, two, mic checkaStill pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to MeccaAll this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressureSippin' tiki in Waikiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and VanessaTop-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesserPoppa met me in the valley, drop the ho off home with nothin'Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir[Verse 1]I didn't want to speak on this shitBut it really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah)'Cause really I fuck with this rapBut my niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah)Them crackers they got enough on usTo go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah)A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O. They comin', they snatchin' the gang nowBig sticks long than a bitch, golf ball holes in the shitBig Finball in this bitch, cuz with Willy brother all in the sixHad a piper, shoulda wore a diaperWhen I hit him, left his draws full of shit (Brrt)Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown downBut I'll be so proud to put the dope down for the[Chorus]Microphone check, one, two, mic checkaStill pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to MeccaAll this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessirMicrophone check, one, two, mic checkaStill pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to MeccaAll this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir[Verse 2]Gangland shitFuck around, get gangland hitI'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his cliqueNigga, where the whole gang at, bitch?Where the watch and the chain at, bitch?Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitchI was fuckin' in the A for like four days straightBut a nigga never claim that bitchI be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproofFuck a DM, I'm sendin' them killers throughI be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDsMan, this shit get politicalHit the John, I'm whippin' the miracleGet the spoon and I'm scrapin' the residueMan, I shop with Colombianos and the MexicanosMan, this shit get politicalRock it up then blade that shitDog food, nigga, slang that shitNiggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clipYeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shitA nigga might get gangland hitThat east side insane-ass shitNiggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clipYeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit, fuck nigga[Chorus]Microphone check, one, two, mic checkaStill pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to MeccaAll this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessirMicrophone check, one, two, mic checkaStill pack that bladadah, Subhan'Allah, I pray to MeccaAll this gang shit in my vein, I got the rank, I got the blessin'Take some extras out the brick, we press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir[Outro: Biz Markie]Yo, yo, I'd just like to say, you knowMy man Kane smoked him, you know?But it's good to be original when you diss somebodyDon't use somebody else's shit[Interlude: Gil Scott-Heron]The thing that's going to change peopleIt's something that no one will be able to capture on filmIt'll just be something that you see and all of a sudden you realize"I'm on the wrong page"Or, "I'm on the right page but I'm on the wrong noteAnd I've got to get in sync with everyone else to understand what's happening in this country"
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - 1985 (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-22 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - 1985 (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs and The AlchemistLyrics:[Intro: Freddie Gibbs & Bernie Mac]My brother said, "Don't say that", I said, "Fuck that, I'm gon' get a whoopin' anyway! It don't make no goddamn difference!"Fuck thatI'm not goin' to find shitWhen your mom say? "Take the garbage out, what the fuck?"(Yeah) Yeah, don't lose the beat motherfucker, take the garbage outYeah-yeah, I just upped the flows to the God level, nigga, whatYeah, yeah-yeahFinna up the flows to the God level, nigga, whatYeah, check-checkYeah, uh, mic check-checkYeah, nigga, check-checkYeah, bitch, check-checkYeah, yeah[Verse]Quarter thang to a whole thang, whole gang workin' (Yeah)Hit a bitch with that extended clip or that revolverShit'll serve the same purpose (Bang, bang)Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobbyI can smell the 'caine burnin'Michael Jordan, 1985, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circusPut them FNH's on your clown assCatch a nigga up and leave him down badI go get a pack and take a nigga townAnd fuck his bitches with my out-of-town assBomb on niggas like NagasakiRocket next to my pocket, hot like hibachiDrop the check on the bitchMan, these niggas be lookin' like baby mamas in these MaseratisBitch, I fuck up your face with a razorHow I make sure your motherfuckin' family can't view your bodyNigga thuggin' and shit, put my blood in this shitPrick my finger, Alfredo, Illuminati (Illuminati)Joe Pesci, pushing productYou niggas is sweeter than Joe ExoticOn the run like Assata, so fuck the policeAs a nigga be chillin' in La Habana (Up in La Habana)Police caught him with a whole thangNow they snitchin' man, whole gang workin'Gangland, made a lane in it, if my name in it, it's a gang murderAll my reps in the crack files, bitch, I got 'em up out the vaultI'm the reason your mama be smokin' that BrilloAnd rippin' them car antennas off, yeah (Them car antennas off)Geekers beamin' up to Scotty in my crack lobbyI can smell the 'caine burnin'Gangland, if you put a hit on Freddie Kane it'll be a gang murder1985, Michael Jordan, bitch, I travel with a cocaine circusFlow God level, like when HOV speakI make a song weep, I got the game hurting[Outro: Freddie Gibbs & Bernie Mac]Bitch, yeah-yeahFlow God level, like when HOV speakI make a song weep, I got the game hurtingYeah, yeah-yeahYeah, check-checkCheck-check, mic check-checkCheck-check, yeah, niggas need a check-check, yeahWe got everybody in the house tonightI'll wait for my DJ to get ready (Nah)
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Frank Lucas (feat. Benny The Butcher) (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-18 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Frank Lucas (feat. Benny The Butcher) (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist & Benny The Butcher.Lyrics:[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]It might just spill over on youUh, yeah(Kane train, baby)Yeah(Nigga, my name is cocaine)Yeah, uh, yeah[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]You niggas snitchin', gettin' time shavedSold a book on my Boost Mobile, I boost the crime rateTellin' all my hoes that I love 'em, I'm playin' mind gamesThem bitches after your last dollar, they take your last nameI'm married to this shit, jumped up off the porch, then I jumped the broomBunny Rabbit gang, we be robbin' shit like the Romper RoomCatch an Uber or a Ly-zift, I sent the bri-zickThe feds wanna turn the witness, I plead the Fi-zithBeen smokin' since thirteen, I fried my brain, so I ain't never stressin'I can't hold no grudges, Michael Thomas, bitch, I'm catchin' blessingsPolice tryna catch me, ain't gon' catch me ridin' without my weaponPanoramic roof off on that coupe, I look like George JetsonSpace GhostFentanyl, got a gas mask when I make dopeI done seen a lot of OGs catch a table habit tryna taste dopeI just got another case, moe, call my lawyer, hit him with the pesosGotta cook a bird where the J's stay, got a play-play for the yayoBeen thuggin' since a youngin, I'm too legit to quitI keep this vision like my kinship, bustin' shots at the richI had the strap, she took the charge, I took that bitch on the tripFlew in her friend, jumped on the boat, I fucked them both, shit was litShit was litPray my soul to keep, dear Lord, lay me down (Yeah)The SWAT team might machine gun or grenade me down (Yeah)And if they do, tell my people just hold my babies downNigga, we need to go back to pagers like it's the '80s now (Yeah)Fuck rap, bitch, I'm poppin' off of poppy seedMy name cocaine, they ain't got put me in the nominees (Yeah)Since Gangsta Gibbs brought back the bars, I see a lot of mesNiggas is my sons, I wish they mamas would have swallowed these, niggaCappin' ass niggaJeezy used to say, "Boy, you one rappin' ass nigga"I said I'm shippin' packs, I don't need no advance, niggaNiggas thought I took a loss, but I jumped off, then I got richerShit is funny when you think about itRolex too big, I took a link up out itFrank Lucas, I hit the closet, pulled a mink up out itLivin' this life, pussy, dream about it, nigga, Kane[Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER]Bury me with ratchetsLet the feds tell it, apparently I'm activeGucci hoodie smell like kerosene and ashesDon't get carried awayI been up, and look how carefully I stack itGot your advance check buried in the mattressWe the Yankees on a pennant runYou needed soldiers, I heard you rented someTellin' war stories and you ain't been in noneBut look what I converted toFrom lettin' burners loose out convertibles (Skrrt)My bitch gon' be the driver for a purse or twoNah, my finger never could pointYou know pussy best when it's moistGot a hammer and a brick from a plug I met in the jointMiami, Super Bowl weekend, I got head in a Royce (Uh-huh)We chasin' cheddar of course, I wouldn't care if it's Deutsch (Nigga, fuck)It was either law school or dog foodIf I was makin' y'all moves, we all loseMake these sucker niggas pay, those was our rules (Brrt)You gon' need more guns and lucky horseshoesNever took an L, but a few lost to mine (A few)New loft downtown and this view was hard to findSold lines to abusers, now abuse y'all with linesI'm in this black thing, Heem just a few cars behindI bought two of everything, they said, "Dude lost his mind" (Ayy, you crazy)Two gold Cubans like I'm tryin' too hard to shineTwo whips, one a coupe that's too small to drive (What else?)Two-car garage (Uh-huh), two-broad massage, yeah[Interlude: BENNY THE BUTCHER]Niggas think I be frontin' (Yo, Freddie)But I just be talkin' that real shitI don't expect everybody to feel it, though'Cause y'all niggas not really like that (You the only one talkin' your shit like I talk that shit, nigga, let's go)[Outro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]With this 9 I got from the district, I'm shoppin' for ChristianI'm in Vegas drippin' in jewelry I got from the districtThey say hustlin' like a disease, I'ma die with the symptomsPut three hundred grams on a brick, cut the pie into sixesThe Butcher comin', nigga, ah
Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Skinny Suge (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-18 | Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist - Skinny Suge (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)All credits go to Freddie Gibbs & The Alchemist.Lyrics:[Intro]Young cocaineDreamGo to sleep, likeSee the Grim Reaper and the nigga said, you know what I'm sayin'Yeah-yeah, yeah[Verse]Like every night I dream a nigga tryna murder meVisions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency'Cause I decked a nigga and took his work, man, I made it work for meIf he come back and kill me, I know this shit was business, man, I never take it personallySkinny black nigga, rich off rap, sweat on my own backNiggas ain't show me how to cook, had to fuck up my own batchDumb high, Marty McFlyPut down the crack, bet on myselfLike I went back to the future with a rap almanacHad powder on my table, the label called for they offer backHarry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him backPlus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for thatThese losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rapHow can a nigga cope with that?Man, my uncle died off a overdoseAnd the fucked up part about that is I know I supplied the nigga that sold itPut a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotionsI'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'cause I can't numb the pain with smokin'Loner but I hate to be lonelyI fuck a bitch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homiesIf I fall off or get locked up she might just fuck on the homiesMost niggas die over love for a bitch or havin' trust in they homiesA skinny black nigga, rich off rapMy nigga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his bitch off smackShe called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sackHe told me look after his kids, then a week later that bitch turned up whackedIt's just the code, nigga (Yeah)I pray Allah protect my soul, niggaLord give me the strength to ignore the things I can't control, nigga (Fear)'Cause I was livin' by the code, nigga, yeahGang[Outro]That's how we feel, if we dieIt's like, we go kill one of them****, one of them die'Cause they down for it, they had get took outThen they came backAnd then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more'Til everybody just drop it
Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist & Rick Ross - Scottie Beam (Lyrics) RJNlyrics 2020-09-17 | Freddie Gibbs, The Alchemist & Rick Ross - Scottie Beam (Lyrics)Hope you guys enjoyed! Make sure to Like and subscribe for more videos :)Lyrics:[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]Pissed off you knowThis is, like, exclusiveYeahKane Train, bitch, Kane, yeah[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs]Yeah, the revolution is the genocideLook, your execution will be televisedDon't cross me like Isiah, that shit be ill-advised (Woo)Dark horse, rap black sheep, they got me vilifiedCastratin' niggas in they feelings on IG (Uh)Will never let this industry demasculinize me (Nah)I do murder barefaced, don't need no mask to disguise meThrew my FN in the stash, I think the cracker's behind me, damnHe pulled me over, I asked him, "Yo, what's the problem, sir?I swerved to duck the potholes, man, I had no option, sirJust let me go 'cause my license, insurance proper, sirI'd hate to be on the run for smokin' an officer"We were bustin' at police before Queen & Slim, that's on FNLet off fifty shots to the squad car and get in the windTold the Gary Police in '05 that I got more guns than themGet the feds if you want a war, and they sent them bitches inThe revolution is the genocideYeah, my execution might be televisedCross niggas like Bubba Chuck, I never gave a fuckHook shot a ho like Kareem, but I never leave the BucksSick with the Act', me and Jack, pourin' three liters upIt hurt to say I miss you, the real ones always be leavin' usCaught up in the moment, most niggas foldin' or freezin' upSometimes it be your own damn homies, Judas set Jesus upYeah, the revolution is the genocideMade a sex tape with your bitch, that pussy televisedThug nigga with some exotic dreams, erotic dreamsFuckin' hella thots, but I really want me a Scottie BeamShit was different when Mike left and it was Scottie teamEx won't take me back, without me, the bitch wouldn't have got a ringYeah, the revolution is the genocideTell a ho she don't know nan', Trick Daddy, Slip-N-Slide, niggaKane[Interlude: Rick Ross]Uh, 305 in my yayoSubject to let a bitch snort a line off the dashboard of my '75Caprice, that isYo (M-M-Maybach Music)[Verse 2: Rick Ross]You need a dictionary when you write your raps (Uh)Went to the penitentiary just for a hundred sack (What?)I had a vision back when I was fishin' for a bassBut they won't listen 'til you in your kitchen countin' cashI got the dollars, motherfuck a nigga's credit score (Boss)Big bag of chronic like I'm sackin' up at Interscope (At Interscope)My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that hoPeter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (Lord)Bitches lookin' at me, shawty wanna see my soul (M-M-M)All my jewelry on, she only see my gold (Haha)I'm prayin' for my guys, pray you sing along (Yes)I fuck bitches in my ride, I never bring 'em homeShe sees just how I ride and slip her panties offHe wanted war until they hit 'em with a cannonball (Bang)Spark spliffs, raw kicks I get from Clark KentCommon sense, no Prince, strictly the mob hits (What? M-M)Exhale weed, ship it from the West (West)My brain begin to seize when I'm needin' rest (Yes)Kobe Bryant when we speakin', very best (Lord)I pray for Gigi, wonder if she'll get to see me nextBiggest (M-M-Maybach Music)[Outro: Freddie Gibbs]Audemars and CartiersYou ain't shit without a dollar, yeahYou ain't shit without a dollar, yeahRolex, Audemars, and CartiersRolex, Audemars, and CartiersAudemars and CartiersYou ain't shit without a dollar, yeahRolex, Audemars, and CartiersRolex, Audemars, and CartiersAudemars and CartiersAudemars and CartiersAudemars and CartiersAudemars and Cartiers
