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Krvava Meri (Azra)

danas na liniji nekadasnjoj 43
gledam kako stoji u redu
ceka na bus kao i mi
sirokih bokova mesnata lica
frflja dok prica
drzi za ruku jednog od onih
vjecnih mladica

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

imala je obicaj da za sat ili dva
ostvari u praksi sve ono
sto svaka zena misli da zna
vozala je frajere doslovno oko malog prsta
isla je s njima prvo u krevet
a onda u kupovinu do trsta

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

njezin sonjo ima kao nesto uspesnu karijeru
radi kad mu se prohtije
i zato je uvijek hvata na dijelu
ona mu prasta ljubomoru godine i ocajan ten
puna povjerenja u njegovu glupost i dubok dzep

zvali su je krvava meri
nikom nije dala olako
voljela je dlakave zvijeri
onila ih strasno dan i noc

boli je briga za probleme i ostali svijet
trci svoju zadnju trku
tlak joj je povisen
pusi pije tulumari guta pilule

Ne Mogu Pomoci Nikome Od Nas (Azra)

to nije stil stari moj
ljubio sam hrpetinu zena
ali ni jedna nije bila kao ona

volio sam sve na njoj
stanovala je preko puta
imala me uvijek kad je htjela

ulice
naduveni grad
cudne misli u njezinoj glavi
svijet
ni dobar ni los
nema mjesta za nove ideje
za nas

ljudi me zovu po imenu
ja im odgovaram u dobrom raspolozenju
proklete lazi za naivne
i nije me briga
nije me strah
ne mogu pomoci nikome od nas
nije me briga za gadarije prepucavanja
i lovu bez koje se ne moze
i nije me briga
ne bojim se
ne mogu pomoci nikome od nas

Mississippi Mud (Less Than Jake)

1-2-3
When the sun goes down and the tide rolls out
And the people gather 'round and they all begin to shout
"Hey! Hey! Uncle Dud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud"

What a dance do they do
Glory how I'm tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hands
Just happy as a cow chewin' on a cud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud
It's a treat to beat your feet on the Mississippi Mud

Black Jesus (Kane & Abel)




featuring Master P Silkk the Shocker

(Master P)
Like 2Pac said only God can judge me
But I think only black Jesus can help me

Verse 1 (Kane)

Six in the morning and I see the sunrise
Wish I died in my sleep didn't want to open my eyes
To see this world so **ed up for me
And my family worked so hard but can earn a decent salary
these bills keep whooping a nigga**
Spent my whole check trying to dress with class
I found myself having to smoke weed just to chill
Both my parents got killed and I ain't cried still
All my niggas getting shot, peoples mama's smoking rock
And who the hell can stop these **ed up cops
They like to overseaers and we like the slave bitches
Offer pussy to a nigga even though they got AIDS
You jumping in that pussy thatn you diving in the grave
White man build the prison and the niggas come through
Like the mother**ers giving out free barbeque
Lock a nigga up for life and say ** you
Most of ya'll ain't make it pass the 12th grade
That's why you making minimum wage or slanging rocks for chump change
Alot of people died for the right to vote
We don't use white devils taking nigga land and missuse it
On top of that I think my uncle on crack
My boy Quay Shaun took a slug in his back
>From another black now he in the coma trying to make it back
Come on come on
My old lady think she pregnant I ain't got no cash for her
She probably ** another nigga I wouldn't put it past her
My mind got me murderous like John Doe
Bitch**niggas trying to play me like a hoe
And now I'm rolling round ** on a steel dick
Bout to pull the trigger end it cause I'm tired of this bullshit
Know what I'm saying grown men don't cry
But the ghetto got me wheeping like a bitch I'm gone die on my knees

(Chorus)

Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up
Allah, tell me why this world so **ed up
Black Jesus tell me why this world so **ed up for me
For me a nigga

Verse 2 (Abel)

They say that I was dealt some bad cards in this game of life
But before I take my trip I'm gone leave with them stripes
Sending dime bags of weed, toting nines til nose bleeds
My nerve so bad I had to pop one of those b's
I had to strap my jimmy hat or catch this double mint disease
See the devil in a crack pipe pointing at me
I seen a nigga shaking just lke he caught the holy ghost
But he really scored a gram of heroin for 80 bones
I got them stones, if you take a hit you can't resist
Now I'm crying, I think one of my brothers on that shit
Do you care if you live or die, really I don't know
But if there's hell below I think we all gonna go

(Chorus)

Verse 3 (Master P)

Tell me is this heaven, is this hell
I ain't LL, but all I hear is funeral bells
The ghetto's trying to kill me, a born loser
A born hustler my uncle's a drug user
I'm from the projects or should I say the 3rd Ward
Where fools into killing and fiends walk like androids
Hooked up with the twins or should I say Kane & Abel
Trying to keep some change in my pockets, some food on my table

Verse 4 (Silkk)

You know what P your right
Cause Silkk was on the block like last night
Niggaz doing anything from selling drugs
to sell mugs smoking that glass pipe
I'm from a messed up city where niggas don't live long
they parents out-live they kids
Rest in peace to my homie they like split his wig
Now who won't walk that last mile to they death
Imaging taking a deep (inhales) that was your last breath
Just imaging your mom was prostituting your mom was smoking
Imagine your eyes don't close imagine your eyes don't open
I be like trying to keep the world and stay TRU
There's too much drama in my hood, gotta stay cool

Verse 5 (Master P)

As I lay me down to sleep
Black Jesus if you real, take me out this ghetto g
Cause its crazy its wicked
I got niggaz on every block trying to get a meal, ticket
They killing they murder
Little kids in 3 inch girdles
And life is just like Pac Man
Niggaz gumping up niggas but who gone be the next man
To lose his shoes, I mean lose his life
Who gone think twice, dying in this ghetto life
Cause in the White House, politicians run the country
But where I'm from in the ghetto's its bout drug money
Ice cream slanging
Niggas banging red and blue everybody's hanging
Niggas bout it, little kids get rowdy
But will I make it out this ghetto, I doubt it

(Kane & Abel talking)

I think the devil trying to get me to sell my soul
He keep on walking with me, he keep on talking with me
I think the devil's trying to get me to sell my soul
He trying to temp me with the bitches and money

Black Jesus black jesus if you feel me
Than save me and my ghetto people

** Off! (Insane Clown Posse)

[Samples]
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-Bitch."
"Wicked...W-Wicked." "B-B-B-B-Bitch. Bitch-B-Bitch."

[Shaggy2Dope]
Well, it's on. It's on like neden hoe **
I'm 2 Dope and I'm **in' drunk
Walked in the joint with my nuts hangin' out my drawers
Yo, SUCK MY BALLS!
All I wanna do is choke a bitch
Roll up a jimmy and smoke the bitch
I dropped outta school and I quit my job
All I wanna be is a fat, **in' slob
'cause I don't care about none of y'all bitches!
Shut the ** up and drop ya britches ("B-Bitch.")
'cause I'm cloggin' a bank! {"A bank!"}
So I don't give a ** about what none of y'all think
When I do a show, I wreck the place
I run around the stage kickin' bitches in the face
'cause I ain't nothin' soft,
so you and your boys can straight ** OFF!

[Chorus]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can suck my nutsac, yo)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can shake, you're dime-stank though)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can kiss my ass, ya punk bitch!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(Yo, ** you and ya Momma ain't shit!)
[End Chorus]

{*Phone Ringing*}
[Pizza Guy - Violent J]
"Uh, Pizza Boy Pizza."
"I want a large, extra cheese pizza."
"Pick-up or delivery."
"Delivery!"
"Okay, your address?"
"Yeah, it's near the high school. 232 ** OFF!"

[Shaggy2Dope]
When I was eight, I was on crack
I had Ms. Pella trained on the back
**in' after school every day
I turned that old bitch's neden hairs gray ("Hehehe")
'cause the Dope is all that!
My Mother's a witch and my Daddy's a hunchback
and nobody could ** wit' me
I used to drive a hearse to school, G,
with a stiff hangin' out the back
Bitch, you wouldn't know shit about that!
But there's one thing that I hate
It's always been hard for me to find a date ("AHHHHH!") {"B-Bitch."}
'cause I show up nice and neat
AND THEN STRANGLE 'EM IN THE BACK SEAT! ("Hehehe!")
'Cause if you know, the Shaggs ain't soft
If you don't like it you can ** OFF!!!

[Violent J]
"What's up? Violent J, the Southwest Juggala.
Y'know what I'm sayin'? I walk into a bitch's house,
walk up to they Moms, grab 'em by the face and say '** offffff!'"

[Chorus]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You and your Momma can suck my dick!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can shake your bitch-ass quick)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(I could give a ** less, G)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
('Cause you ain't worth shit to me!)
[End Chorus]

[Violent J]
Violent J, the motha**in', blood-suckin' vampire
Please stomp on my head 'cause it's on fire!
I got another funky rhyme, so lemme kick it
"NAH! ** OFF, BITCH! THIS IS MY RECORD!" ("B-Bitch.")

[Shaggy2Dope]
I walk up, like a mental case
and start throwin' left hooks, at ya face
I won't mix no rap with rock-n-roll
..like somebody else I know. {"B-Bitch."}
Bitch boy, you can suck my sack
and after that you can kiss my asscrack
And freaks, you ain't all that
Titties ain't shit but sacs are fat! ("Bitch!")
'Cause if you really wanna know what I think,
I think your neden stank like a fish tank
So in the early cracks of dawn,
take your two fat sacks of shit and get the ** on! ("Hehe, hehehehe!")
Best leave me a dollar for Faygo, bitch,
or I'ma have to bust you in your **in' lips! ("Ha-ha-ha!")
Next time you think I'm soft,
I hope you remember to ** OFF!

[Chorus]
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(All you bitches hate me anyways..)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(... so you can suck my nuts all day!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(You can lick my nutsac, Tiffy!)
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
(Yo, you can suck my **in' dick!)
[End Chorus]

[Sample]
"I'll say one thing, baby.
When Carol said you were a cooky nympho cunt,
she sure as hell wasn't kidding.
Well, that's it 'til next time, bitch!"

[Chorus]
[Shaggy2Dope]{Violent J}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/("** OFF, BITCH!"){"Y'know what I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"I-C-P's in tha motha**in' neck town!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/("YOU CAN SUCK MY ASS!"){"Ha-ha-ha!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!/{"Peace to Atlanta, y'know what I'm sayin'?"}{"Blitz in the motha**in' house!"}("YEAH, MOTHA**A!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU! {"Atlanta, GA, y'know what I'm sayin'? Toledo!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
("WOOO-HOOO!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
{"Motha**in' Lexington."} ("YEAH! ** OFF!")
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
{"Motha**in'... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
{"Mo'**in', uh... you-know-what-I'm sayin'?"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
("** OFF!") {"** off, man!"}
SUCK MY NUTS, BITCH! ** YOU!
FUUUUUUCCCCKKK OFFFFFFFFF!
(Hahahahaha!)
** off!
{"Bring it on, bitch!"}

Katakan (Nana)

Na Na ...Na Na..Na..

Kali pertama ku jumpa denganmu
Meluat dengan gelagatmu
Bilaku mula kenali dirimu

Jantung ku mula berdegup laju

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Korus:
Lebih seribu kalu cubaku katakan ku suka kamu
Lebih seribu kali juga kau membisu buat tak tahu

Na Na ..Na Na Na..

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Ku Mahu **ng tak berhenti senyum
Makan kenyang tidur pun berlagu

Tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati)
Tak pernah kurasakan sebegini

Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
(Tak tahan getaran yang melanda di hati
Tak berhenti berpeluh bila kau di sisiku

Ulang Korus.

RAP:
Mic check 1...2
I really wanna be eith you
Hey baby boo
Come and go with me
We're supposed to be
Together, you feelin' me?
I'm like three times better than him
It's little Z
You wanna go with the flow
Let's go
You wanna take it slow

Let's go
YOu know I'm cool with that
Words are hard to suppress
Gotta go through tests
Hey Nana!...Who me! Yeah you, note that
My love's the best!!!

Tolong katakan tolong beritahu
Jika benar kau suka padaku
Jangan kau senyum dan buat tak tahu
Tak kuasa aku nak menunggu

Ulang korus

Lebih baik engkau berterus terang sahaja segala-gala
Jika kau terus membisu buat ku tunggu..ku
tinggalkanmu

NA NA NA NA

Love Is Blind (Eve)

Hey yo I don't even know you and I hate you
See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you
How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?
Tried and tried but she never could escape you
She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why?
What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye?
What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry?
What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die?
I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings
But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings
And you stayed, what made you fall for him?
That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him
I thought you was a doctor be on call for him
Smacked you down cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?
That wasn't love, babygirl you was dreamin'
I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin' from his semen

1 - Love is blind, and it will take over your mind
What you think is love, is truly not
You need to elevate and find

Repeat 1

I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself
You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf
Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself
She had a baby by your**and you ain't giving no help
Uh-huh big time hustler, snake mother**er
One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker
How could you beat the mother of your kids?
How could you tell her that you love her?
Don't give a ** if she lives
She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did
But came back, made up a lie about you missing your kids
Sweet kisses, baby didn't even know she was your mistress
Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches
Floss like you possess her, tellin' me to mind my business
Said that it was her life and stay the ** out of it
I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip

Repeat 1 (2x)

I don't even know you and I want you dead
Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head
See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed
And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead
Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day
To come and pay your respects and help the family pray
Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop
And before you had a chance to get up
You heard my gun cock
Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend
I ain't start your life but nigga I'mma bring it to an end
And I did, clear shots and no regrets
‘Member cops comin' in, watch me going to jail
Nigga whatever my bitch, ** it my sister
You could never figure out even if I let you live
What our love was all about
I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker

Repeat 1 till end

Dogmatch (Eve)




Featuring DMX

[DMX]
Ugh! (Whoa) Ugh!(Woo!) Ugh! Ugh! (Arf! Arf! Arf!)
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Now for every real dog
There's that bitch that's behind him
That bitch that when that nigga get to missin'
She gon' find him
Old girl gonna stay with the dog
Hand in hand with the dog
And whatever the ** went down she ran with the dog
First time I had a match and didn't scratch
You catch just loss half you niggas but the punk can fetch
And I know my babygirl is gonna stretch
Any rappin' mother**er, male or female
Place your bets
You can imagine what the bloodline is like
Since I love mine to fight
I'm on some shit like what time tonight
Y'all niggaz can't be for real
Cause any one of you faggots
Will catch a face full of lead
Bitch you shouldn't be faggots
**in' maggots, once you have it, as good as I got it
I know my hands is in my pockets
But Eve got you spotted, red dotted
Eve didn't before the Dog
Nothin' but a war with tha bark

[Eve]
Always been the bitch that could roll with a thug and
Wipe up the blood
Roll in the mud with your other ducks nigga what?
What you need when the chips is down
I'll abide on the stand when evidence is found
I give pound to ya niggaz they respect this bitch
I spit rounds at your enemy no less than six
Always keep the extra clip Dog taught me well
The extra eyes on your team I see who's next to fail
Always hold your back up, I picked it up when you slack up
And if attention gets to close I tell the world to back up
Biting two time, rhymes who ride?
Bitch and your livin' lessons through life
**in' with the dog he's a master
Plus he's gonna show me how to blast ya
Want attention then pass ya
Split you then stash you
The game is real, E-V-E, DMX, the name's for real, uh

1 - [DMX]
**in' with the dog man niggaz keep beefin'
Eve will hold it down now, niggaz can believe (Woo!)
Quick as niggaz come and quick as they'll be leavin' (Ugh!)
Paramedics on your chest, pushin' and breathin'

Repeat 1

[DMX]
Get em girl, ha-ha, that's my baby
I'mma put the bitch down, cause the boy got rabies
All my pups is crazy, cause off the leash
They can eat, stand and match defeat, out of the least
And if the beast is in the big one
The beast is in the little ones
Talkin' 'bout let's hit him son
**in' with the little guns
Y'all niggaz had a little run
What more do you want?
For your fans you can front
But the dog is on the hunt

[Eve]
You know I'm at the door point fox rippin' 'em out
And you're the only one that can tame me
When I'm flippin em out
Bite's lethal, no recovering
I spitz no other than acid
Up against the top contenders
None of them lasted
This bitch gon always hold you down
Keep the cowards thinking twice
I keeps it gritty nigga
Never think that love is life
Turnin' my back is something cats would do
I never take flight
Cause any breed he put's me up against
This bitch is gonna bite

Repeat 1 (4x)

[DMX]
Ugh! Woo!
Ugh! Ugh! Woo!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Woo! Woo!
Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh! Woo

The Potion (Ludacris)

"The Potion"

What up aye shawty what it is
[Repeat 3x]

[Chorus]
Lil Buddy whatcha want some violent shit 2 steppin laid back still wildin shit what up
Aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion
[Repeat 1x]

[Verse 1]
Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back to the drwing board connect dots
But can't trace that Matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track getcha face slapped and I'm
Straight so don't taste that try somthin different and shit I'm listenin and shit speakin about
What hip-hop missin and shit I'm bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlanta
Taught hamma since I was a little boy ain't nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me step
To me now but it ain't like me people swear they sike me just cause he's light-skinded with braids in
His hair don't mean that nigga look like me trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight so
Picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a kondike Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghetto
Superstar

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus i gotta big clean everyday stay fresher than whats in
A ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when I make my pit stops I'm in then its hard to get me out
Like imma slip not Born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo
Twist than Oliver And imma tell my hollower would i like to borrow her lips bringing out the best
In me specially if she's a swallower freaky-deaky yellow man to all the lovely ladys that like to
Jiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist put'me in a small place and if it ain't no ass
Where im at then I'm in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep'em dancin like Bob
Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Jump down turn around
Pick a bell of cotton
Jump down turn around
Pick a bell of hay
Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton
Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay
[Repeat 1x]

Still workin like a slave
Learnin tricks in da trade in da ghetto state of mind till im rich and I'm paid pickin records
Like cotton in the thick of the day
Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten and they send us away life no different that ozar minimum wage
Mo money but still locked in a similar cage either losers of tomorrow Now just that and theres
Really nothin missin to say but

[Chorus]

Hang On (Outlawz)

Uh
What (Hang on) wherever you at
Hold your head
Put your head to the sky
For my ankle bracelet niggas (Hang on)
25 to life niggas
Outlawz hang on (Hang on)
Hang on
All my thugs hang on (Hang on)
Hang on (Hang on)
Yeah

Verse 1: Young Noble

For all my thug niggas I got on the block (Hang on)
For all the little homies running from the cops (Hang on)
If you a fiend around the way coked out (Hang on)
If you a ex-drug dealer smoked out (Hang on)
If you a soldier locked down in the hole (Hang on)
No heat in your house and its cold (Hang on)
No job just got laid off (Hang on)
You did your verse but we taking you off (Hang on)
You had your ears all ready for the Lawz (Hang on)
And if you think about sniffing that rock (Hang on)
You about to hop in your homies stolen car (Hang on)
You got a dream to be a big rap star (Hang on)
You gotta hustle but you keep getting robbed (Hang on)
And now you paying for protection from the mob (Hang on)
Your baby mama want half of your check (Hang on)
And your little homies give you no respect (Hang on)
And now you waiting for your time to come around (Hang on)
Be offered work and you turning it down (Hang on)
And now your homies looking at you all funny (Hang on)
You been clocking for 12 years and no money (Hang on)

Chorus: Young Noble

Hang on
If you're out in the cold with nowhere to go you gotta (Hang on)
You 15 and you feel real old youngster (Hang on)
You only 21 and you ain't even coming home soldier (Hang on)
Four kids and make enough to feed one homie (Hang on)

Verse 2: Young Noble

Hang on
If you a thug (Hang on)
You on drugs (Hang on)
You took slugs (Hang on)
You shed blood (Hang on)
You got it bad (Hang on)
You niggas mad (Hang on)
You unprotected
Hand on
And now she pregnant (Hang on)
You pop shit and you don't even got a glock (Hang on)
You from the streets and you don't even got a block (Hang on)
You got the nerve to try to criticize me (Hang on)
Trying to judge the Young N-O-B-L-E (Hang on)
My homie Swift locked down right now (Hang on)
You got dough for some pounds right now (Hang on)
Too many niggas on your block for you to eat (Hang on)
Them out of town niggas steady trying to creep (Hang on)

Chorus

Verse 3: Ya Yo

If you single 'cause your man ain't shit (Hang on)
Independent ain't pressed for the dick (Hang on)
Kool-Aid money with Cristal taste (Hang on)
You ain't think that I will punch you in your face (Hang on)
All my ladies in the struggle like me (Hang on)
All my ladies trying to bubble like me (Hang on)
You go to school or you strip for a living (Hang on)
Only 20 and you got 3 children (Hang on)

Verse 4: Mil

If you got your test back and it's positive (Hang on)
If your bitch left you 'cause she know you got it (Hang on)
You friends disrespect you for not riding (Hang on)
You did for 3 years and couldn't call nobody (Hang on)
You caught another charge in jail added to the robbery (Hang on)
You in the county can't get a visit from your family (Hang on)
Your baby mother ** one of your homies (Hang on)
You in the ?? (Hang on)
Don't nobody give a ** about me
Little Nob hold on
I'm a young G
I always stay strong

Chorus 2: Young Noble

You signed a bogus contract now wanna get out you better (Hang on)
Your mama kicked your**out 'cause you chose that route you better (Hang on)
And if you wonder how long we gonna be on top you need to (Hang on)
You niggas wish but you never gonna be like Pac they better (Hang on)
They better hang on
They better hang on


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