Mr. Hudson – Coldplay (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Chorus: Mr. Hudson]
Twisted silent
Please decipher
We can still try
We’re too young to die

[Verse 1: Mr. Hudson]
So much for the fail safe
Wrong way down the runway
This scene’s playing over
I can’t think when I’m sober
I hear what you don’t say
My heart beats like a freight train
This place doesn’t feel the same
Is this the part where I walk away?

[Chorus: Mr. Hudson]
Twisted silent, please decipher
We can still try, too young to die

Shoelaces tied, taxis outside
We can still try, we’re too young to die

[Verse 2: Mr. Hudson]
But long walk down the old street
The [?] are all down on the concrete
But me, I need something stronger
I guess I thought that I’d be stronger
Wet hair on a cold day
The kind of day you play Coldplay
I don’t even like Coldplay
But today I need Coldplay

[Chorus: Mr. Hudson]
Twisted silent, please decipher
We can still try, too young to die

Shoelaces tied, taxis outside
We can still try, we’re too young to die

[Hook: Vic Mensa]
I left you in tears at the airport
Crying inside but I ain’t make a sound
It’s ironic, not even tears could say could save us now
She’s breaking down
We’re breaking up, my Lady Luck, my favorite love
I think Because I can’t give up, the way it was
It really hurts us more than things that we don’t say
I see your face in yellow every time I hear Coldplay
And you placed on the pillowcase where you don’t lay
In a bouquet of roses I left in your suitcase
Before I screwed it up and made you screwed face
I think about you every time I hear sad songs
On New York Radio in Yellow sexy chat songs
My mama told me many glass homes should be passed on
I left you by your own, now I’m grown and I don’t wanna die alone
The twisted silence, relationships and violence
Shit was childish, I lost my queen, pop and ace of spades, king of diamonds
Just be honest, you was always fixing me
Now I don’t know what else to do, but listen to "Fix You" on repeat
I hate Coldplay

[Outro: Mr. Hudson]
Heartless bottom moving on
Cause we [?] (taxis outside)
I know you gotta find someone that I don’t wanna know
Your heartless bottom moving on
Cause we [?] (taxis outside)
I know you gotta find someone that I don’t wanna know
No, no, no

50 Cent – Heat

[Intro Skit]
Man 1 : Aye, you want some of this shit?
Man 2 : Naw, I don’t want that shit
Man 1 : I don’t give a fuck. I don’t play that shit, and I’m finna’ buss a cap in a nigga
Man 2 : Man, shut the fuck up! Whoa! Slow down, slow down, slow down! You see that brick house right there? That’s the nigga’s crib. When he come out you gotta tighten his ass up. Imma get in the other car. Aight
Car revs up
Gunshots

[Hook]
If there’s beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I’ll ride by and blow ya brains out
There’s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don’t care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I’ll kill you
I ain’t playing, hear what I’m saying, homie, I ain’t playing
Catch you slipping I’mma kill you
I ain’t playing, hear what I’m saying, homie I ain’t playing

[Verse 1]
Keep thinking I’m candy ’till ya fucking skull get popped
And ya brain hop out the top like Jack-in-the-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It’s hot out this bitch that’s a good enough reason
I’ve seen gangstas get religious when they start bleeding
Saying "Lord, Jesus help me" cause they ass leaking
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya little handgun until you run out
And you can run for ya backup
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God’s on ya side? Shit, I’m aight with that
Cause we gon’ reload them clips and come right back
It’s a fact, homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck ya luckier than Lady Luck
Look, nigga, don’t think you safe cause you moved out the hood
Cause ya mama still around, dawg, and that ain’t good
If you was smart you’d be shook of me
Cause I get tired of looking for ya, spray ya mama crib and let yo ass look for me

[Hook]
If there’s beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I’ll ride by and blow ya brains out
There’s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don’t care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I’ll kill you
I ain’t playing, hear what I’m saying, homie, I ain’t playing
Catch you slipping I’mma kill you
I ain’t playing, hear what I’m saying, homie I ain’t playing

[Verse 2]
My heart bleeds for you, nigga, I can’t wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes I can see the bitch in you
Nigga, you know the streets talk
So they’ll be no white flags and no peace talks
I got my back against the wind
I’m down to ride ’till the sun burn out
If I die today I’m happy how my life turned out
See the shootouts that I’ve been in I’m by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now shit changed, motherfucker, I can hire some help
I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin’nin to get shot, it won’t do him no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones’ll still fucking hurt when it rain
Oh, you a pro at playing battleship? Well, this ain’t the same
Little homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers end up in shackles and motherfucking chains
Or laid out in the streets leaking out they brains

[Hook]
If there’s beef cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I’ll ride by and blow ya brains out
There’s no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you with them thangs out
I do what I gotta do, I don’t care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I’ll kill you
I ain’t playing, hear what I’m saying, homie, I ain’t playing
Catch you slipping I’mma kill you
I ain’t playing, hear what I’m saying, homie I ain’t playing

[Bridge]
After the fist fights it’s gunfire, boy, you get the best of me
If you don’t wanna get shot I suggest you don’t go testing me
All the wrong I’ve done the Lord still keep on blessing me
Fin’nin to run rap cause Dr. Dre got the recipe

[Outro]
Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feeling real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
Cause my windows on my motherfucking Benz is bulletproof, nigga
Cause my motherfucking vest is bulletproof, nigga
Cause my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof, nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fucking concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right, nigga?