Jay-Z – Bam (feat. Damian Marley)

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Now greetings to the world
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Too much su, su, su, su, su
Them chatty, chatty, chatty
Them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Shawn was on that gospel shit
I was on the total fuckin’ opposite
Shit, stuff a million dollars in the sock drawer
That’s a war chest in case you need your chest knocked off
Y’all be talkin’ crazy under them IG pictures
So when you get to hell you tell ’em Blanco sent ya
I can’t take no threats, I got a set of twins
Those were just the words you’ll never hear again
For the final time you don’t believe these fools
I’ve never seen a worker rock so many jewels
I’ve never seen the runner with so many cars
Y’all couldn’t stop me, you’re not as tough as you say you are
My advice is just don’t be too nice to niggas
Just set the price so niggas’ll live your life, my nigga
Once upon a time in the projects
Shawn was in flight mode, I bought a Pyrex
I was in fight mode and now it’s "fuck me, mijo"
I was movin’ them kilos, help you move your peoples
Sometimes you need your ego, gotta remind these fools
Who they effin’ with, and we got FN’s too
Before we had A&R’s, we had AR’s too
We the only ones really movin’ like y’all say y’all do
We still movin’ like y’all niggas say y’all did
Emory passed you niggas and he did a bid
Ty Ty jumped over niggas and he’s like 5’6"
Got the heart of a giant, don’t you ever forget
Don’t you never forget, Jigga got this shit poppin’
I pulled out the pot when we was outta options

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Rude boy nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
Them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Verse 2: Jay Z]
Put that drum in your ear, don’t get Srem’d
I’ll Bobby Shmurda anybody you heard of
Niggas could not be further, I fathered your style
Birth of a Nation, Nat Turner style
Uh, y’all make me turn up all this talkin’ down
Uh, niggas is skippin’ leg day just to run they mouth
I be skippin’ leg day, I still run the world
I pressed ahead of your team with one finger curled
I’ll line you all up with one finger wave
Make niggas weave, niggas is out here fake
Laced front to the back, don’t front
Y’all gonna make me wig, I’ma give y’all what you want

[Chorus: Damian Marley and Jay-Z]
Gangsta nuh live in a tenement yard
Dreadlocks nuh live in a tenement yard
Too much watchy, watchy, watchy
And them su, su, su, su, su
Too much chatty, chatty, chatty
And them su, su, su, su, su
Fuck all this pretty Shawn Carter shit nigga, HOV

[Outro: Damian Marley]
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam yeah, Lord
And mi seh what a bam bam (Do it, Jay!)
Can’t you see it’s my ambition
I come to nice up the whole nation
What a bam bam
What a bam bam
I don’t give a God damn
I don’t give a God damn
When mi come a dance and mi spliff and Guinness
Yow, crowd of people–go and mind yuh business
This a hunting season
Mek I tell you hunting season
Well, I tell ya something season
Yow this a hunting season
Cake and dumpling season
Spinners and dumpling season
Don’t play by the king
Love is all I and I bring you know
Voice of the one pon gully banking
Top ranking, keep it skanking
Ooh wee, huh
Hear me now

Chief Keef – Glory Bridge Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
All fly shit I used to go to school like this
Off white kicks my shoelaces say shoelaces
Orange tiger on my shirt I’m in some gucci shit
She keep lying on my dick she on some hoochie shit
We pull up in 20 Raris on some movie shit, yeah
I will never say I’m sorry to a goofy bitch, yeah
Slide up on her drop her off on my goony hit, yeah
You a dirty little thot, you little stupid bitch

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Bitches in my phone taking space up, yeah
No I can’t be lacking got my face up, yeah
Drip more purple than a laker, yeah (esketit)
Eyes more red than a laser, yeah
Faces on me bigger than fantasias, yeah
Checks be on a bitch her name be Anastasia, yeah
You can get her back, I’m not a saviour, yeah
Rolling on your ex, Charles Xavier, yeah
I ain’t got no service call me later, yeah
Ridin right past all me haters, yeah
I done spent rope on me laces, yeah
Feds got us on they papers trynna trace us, yeah
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Ball with my brodies been with them since AND1
Bitch you only you and yo friends can’t come
Motor make a hood hop, ayy J1
She know I got more sauce than A1
Supposed to be at the gathering at 1
Shawn Carter bag, I’m trynna catch one
She think I’m cute, top me quick, it was a fast one

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
She wanted me to clean her mess but I got on Hermes, yeah
She tried to catch me on her snap before I got undressed, yeah
If I don’t pull up in no black, I’ll pull up in all red, yeah
30,000 on a rollie, my lil’ bitch a brat, yeah
I’m in my bag now I’m OD, yeah
I ain’t ever had no OG, yeah
I give money and they lowkey, yeah
Hit her once and then I proceed
And I can’t picture bein broke these days
She gave me head I told her don’t breath, ayy
If you love her nigga don’t tease, ayy
She was covered up in codeine, ayy
You a aunty you a dope fiend, ayy
Don’t get too close if you don’t know me ayy
I chill with shottas chill with proteges ayy
Red bottoms like a nosebleed, ayy

Jay-Z – Hova Song (Outro)

[Jay-Z]
Who ever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game?
Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane
Duckin the plain cops, pushin indo and ‘caine
At the kitchen table late night, no pen, just my brain
First album niggas love me cause they thought I was poor
Guess I’m successful; industry don’t love me no more
Well I’m the same nigga from your corner, bubblin raw
Skully tilted, pants saggin, damn near touchin the floor
And I come with doo-rags to your so-called awards
T-shirt with my chain out like fuck y’all all
Retrospect ain’t been the same since I lost my dad
He’s still alive, but still fuck you, don’t cross my path
A&R’s had me feelin like Moss in the draft
So I turned the league out with "Reasonable Doubt"
Get your CD’s out, let’s go, song for song
I’m the illest nigga doin it til y’all prove me wrong
Do you believe?
It’s Hova the God, uhh, uhh, uhh..

Wale – Brightseat Road Freestyle (Priorities 5 Album) letras

[Intro]
Yeah, turn me up some more
Uh, yeah, yeah
Wale, though
All day, though, uh, uh, yeah

[Verse 1]
My mind thinks at a light speed
Give a fuck if you motherfuckers don’t like me
I was a young fly nigga in my Supreme
When all them OGs was wearin’ them white jeans
A sidekick and a dime piece
That’s the recipe for everything I would need
And would you ever think that bust’ from north east
My luck would go up and the greatest rapper will sign me
Shawn Carter, the product 5 of a lot of artists
Seen a Future in a nigga like Desiigner product
Tryna modify the fuckin’ top 5, home
Get a lil chicken while the fuckin’ sky fallin’
Sky fallin’, sky fallin’
I’m left out of top 5s, it’s cool I write for ’em
Check the credits, the government got a lotta letters
And if they never said it, bet they pay twice for it
GOAT with the POEM
Been lowkey so they sleep on me, damn
All I see, a bunch of D riders
We gots to call out people who don’t be dope for shit
Never seen dope or nothin’
They think they special, but I think they bluffin’
My plane is comin’, my J 11’s
What Mic could say that Wale so redundant
You know a concords?
Aw forget it, they ain’t on board
I’m still goin’, concord on board
Michael Jordan, aw screw it
The mob moves at a lightspeed
I like brown skin bitches and Nikes
Hate clown ass niggas
Long flights and the police, used to pull me over on Brightseat
Road Road Road Road
Phantom, Phantom, Phantom, Ghost