CyHi The Prynce – God Bless Your Heart

[Verse 1]
I’m on the come up
Jump up, I pick my gun up
Joe Jackson with trapping, I beat the sun up
That’s just how I was brung up
Whippings, I got a bunch of
On Memorial Drive in the Cutlass
I’m bumping young bloods ([?])
Feel like I’m hitchhiking
Every flow is a thumbs up
I give you my spirit ’til all my niggas wrists is uncuffed
It’s hard to celebrate Christmas as a black man
‘Cause like ornaments on trees
That’s just how we was hung up
One love
MTV, this is unplugged
Stacking this cheese reminds me of momma’s lasagna
From crafting double entendres
The child of Coleman and Tanya
Just a gap-toothed genius
Word to my cousin Jelanda, uh
Twist up this ganja ’til I go over yonder
They say I got to much will like 24s on Hondas
I been sponsored off-white since ‘Ye lived in the [?]
Y’all niggas slow if that just dawned on you like kitchen soap

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
Yeah, God bless your heart

[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered like Ceaser said
"No time, Felicia," that’s what the overachiever said
"Cydel, you a Pyru," that’s what your teacher said
I wrote everything in red ’cause that’s what Jesus said
My thesis read
My partner fed fish scale to the whole village for a piece of bread
"Matthew was 14," that’s what the preacher plead
"Just a nigga in a Coupe," that’s what Yeezus said
Until you — reach the feds, ha
Cause those boys will hide your ass like an Easter egg
Niggas wet you while you sleeping, you just peed the bed
A fiending son on Death Row, I’ma die behind these bars
‘Cause when I put the pen to pad they should make them pen my pad
Put this shit on wax, how I used to dip and dab
Flipping half
I like my cars and my women fast
Bitches love my presence ’cause I got the Gift of Gab
My matriarch low mileage, I APR
I need my lady just like a brand new Mercedes car, ha
It’s ’bout your lineage, show ’em I’m not your guinea pig
Might fuck a midget and have twins, I’m tryna have too many kids
Not out of wedlock
Never had a scared pops
Worked three jobs over time at the sweatshop
I thought I was a good kid, well I guess not
A hot boy, juvenile was my next stop
Breaking through people windows stealing desktops
Just a bunch of big dummies Lemus the red fox
And I had a redbone who thought that she was headstrong
Had to yolk the bitch up cause she was egged on
By the best friend had me calling collect home
And she fucked my best partner knowing she dead wrong
It ain’t her fault, I was misguided and lead on
Huh, but I ain’t tripping

[Hook]
God bless your heart, ha
God bless your heart, yeah, huh
God bless your heart, yeah
Be thankful his mercy let us say all these precious thoughts
God bless your heart

No Malice – Let’s Die

This I beg of thee;
Miss not ye forest for the tree
Melanin of the skin was never to supersede
Or undermine the fact it is He who chose to bleed
I don’t do lucky charm rabbit feet or rosaries
‘I’m the new Death Row’ by myself no reprieve
It’s like I can’t wait to die for these beliefs
Ooh careful you don’t wanna speak death upon ya
Unless the Spirit like a dove has come to rest upon ya!
Fear not but I’m scared for those who hear not
Any and everyone who fall within earshot
Henceforth the proverbial BUCK here stops
At least wit me see I’m all out of tear drops
3 o’clock all types of demonic ish
The spirit cookin bumpin heads wit Abramavic
Never mind a snitch cause here where da problem is
All you drug dealers think you anonymous
Ya give em Truth but they rather live a lie;
Got me feelin like why I even try?
The Blood’s against you!
I only hope to see em’ on the other side but if not tell me why I ain’t surprised
The Blood’s against you!
The truth come for everyone even I
But some things I ain’t lettin’ slide
The Blood’s against you!
Let em run all they want they can’t hide
Now all I got to say is Let’s Die!
Read my lips
When I say hell is forever; won’t til I tried to tell niggas gotta do better
That the snake came for my head Donatella
Will of God for my life I can’t beat it’s acapella
It’s all a set up, everything that we idolize
Up to our necks in that all white like a bride
Million dollar deals and still I ain’t bat an eye
Makes me the Realest Rapper Alive!
You new guys I understand ya pain
You Went so long without now this world handing you fame
If you don’t know cause we ain’t teach you all of us to blame
Since they so well dressed let em wear some of this shame
That explain a day & age with no leaders
Had to do it by myself; no features
All I’m sayin is don’t die for no sneakers
That’s from remakin album covers w/ no Jesus!
Ya give em Truth but they rather live a lie;
Got me feelin like why I even try?
The Blood’s against you!
I only hope to see em’ on the other side but if not tell me why I ain’t surprised
The Blood’s against you!
The truth come for everyone even I
But some things I ain’t lettin’slide
The Blood’s against you!
Let em run all they want they can’t hide
Now all I got to say is Let’s Die!

Doe Boy – 956 Nights (feat. DJ Esco)

[Intro: Doe Boy]
If Esco don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
You know how we rockin’ for young Future man

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers start boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Verse: Doe Boy]
This ain’t gangsta rap, I’m just bringing hood back
Let a savage in the game, I make ’em feel like Suge back
All my niggas shoot straps, sell dog and cook crack
He a pussy with some money so you know we took that
9-1-1, the streets need me
The streets love Beezy ’cause the streets believe me
Bitch my hoe card don’t exist
Cross and you gon’ meet the stick
Bitch we riding like a Lyft
Wit guns we can barely lift
Bitch I’m flexin’, I’m cappin’, you lackin’, I’m jackin’
I pull out this cannon, demanding, not asking
You rappin’, not trapping, I’m savage, you acting
You taxing, they snatching, they pull up, get active
Why these pussies tryna beef, I’m not even in they reach
Got some youngins tryna eat, I’ll feed you to the streets
Oh these niggas think it’s sweet? where you at, I’m tryna link
Got that draco on the seat, make ’em JuJu on that beat
Hopped in da Audi, shooting then I’m outty
Niggas at my neck but I got all these goons around me
Broke niggas bore me, you can fight this .40
Magazine clip, I’ll let it tell a story
Ridin’ through the trenches but we pulling up in Porsches
Shooter on the streets but go to jail and get extorted
That’s why I don’t need the MAC
This the truth, it ain’t a rap
Last nigga ran up on me on the Fam, he took a nap
He ain’t really ’bout that life that pussy boy just talk that
Fifty thousand ’round my neck, I swear yo life don’t cost that
I can’t pay that boy attention ’cause he ain’t no boss yet
I got niggas that catch bodies they just ain’t get caught yet
Hold on

[Hook: Doe Boy]
I got 56 shots, nigga play with Esco
Choppers goin’ boomin’, nigga play with Metro
But nah this ain’t no Metro, this a beat by Lex though
FBG the gang, bitch come sign to Death Row

[Outro: Doe Boy]
Streets need me nigga
Gang gang
Doe!

Asher Roth – Wu Financial Lyrics

[Intro: Asher Roth]
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Asher Roth]
Ayo styles upon styles upon style upon styles
Ain’t seen a blond this hot since Barb Wire
Since Limewire been downloading illegally
Ain’t bought a CD since like 2003
Nah everything’s speeding
Gravity in 3D
Many think we cheated and beat it with Game Genie
PlayStation triple play ’98
New York Yanks, San Diego Padres
Nowadays everybody on a X-Box
Generation X triple H trying to X pop
Let’s smoke pot while we guessing who’s the next Pac
Best top, left breast, save it for the desktop
Rest stop while the truckers getting liquorish
Hard to give a fuck when you barely even give a shit
Look at me I’m egotist
Sipping on that regal piss
Doing shit illegal, get a giggle, hearing people bitch

[Verse 2]
[?] put a slight bend in my bill
Black grand national turn and twisting my wheel
[?] full clip when I steer
The Helly Hansen bubble fitted case it’s chilly in here
Rest in peace Uncle Phil, the big willy, the wheel of fortune
The real deal bruh’s really doing numbers
Posion [?] with the Air Max [?] summer
The ’97 Hummer
[?]
[?] the deck though
On the set though

[Verse 3: Asher Roth]
You get no respect hoe
Presto, bless the Pats without Bledsoe
This was ’94 bet that I’d be signed to Death Row
Flying in the [?] jet though
Best rolled, sip red cup with [?]

[Verse 4]
Man this how it’s about to go down
My yayo in a snow mound
I swan dived into it, the time bomb [?]
[?] make you wanna keep [?]
To rip into your ass if you think about some action
Splash ’em
Baby Busch Garden at the crib
Keep the lemur in the living room
I know where you live nigga
You ain’t even got no WiFi
[?] Willy Wonka
Pocket down Diddy in the middle of his concert
While lifting up some titties so big they make my arms hurt
Finally Fantasy update on the X-Box 3
Take a hour and a half, take a shower and a bath
And a walk around the park and the shits still ain’t stop yet
Anniversary boxset edition I got
Cost 11 hundred dollars and I’m missing some shit