Lyrics

"Goldie" By A$AP Rocky (Produced By Hit-Boy)
April 2012

[Hook]

I said it must be cause a nigga got dough

Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold

Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes

And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes

Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw

Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw

Party like a cowboy or a rockstar

Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off

[Verse 1]

Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness

My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margiela with no laces

Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist

I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it

A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just an understatement

I'm early to the party but my 'Rari is the latest

Somehow it seems girls in they late teens

Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous

Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers anus

So tell me what your name is, I'mma tell it to my stainless

You aim it for you bang it let that banger leave you brainless

It's just me, myself and I and mothafuckas that I came with

Miscellaneous, niggas wanna hate on me

Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G

Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?

It feel good waking up to money in the bank

Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink

And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank

Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link

And them red bottom loafers just to compliment the mink

Eyes chink, rolling up that dank, blowing on that stank

What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissing pink

You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state

Man on the moon, got a condo out in space

Open up your legs, tell me how it taste

And them niggas talking shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face"

Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick

In a six, told her suck the dick, motorboat her tits

I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffing Zig Zags

Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitching with your bitch ass

[Hook]

"The Illest" Slaughterhouse
October 2011


[Joell Ortiz]
Rusty 9 gettin’ gully on the roof
This so rough, I left my skully on in the booth
I drag my tin boots through the gutter with the troops
Gotta fire at you while you with your mother on the stoop
Aint nothing nice, filling 5 cent cups with ice
Ass crack stuffed with the stuff that the custie’s like
My flow inspired by po-po ridin’ by
Cause lil Jojo let the fo’ fo’ iron fly
So expect nothing but heat from me
When the beat ugly, I sour dollar spit
Aint nothing sweet money
So whoever say Ortiz hungry is lying
I’m starving, I’m famine, man I act like I never eat sonny
I keep ya head nodding, when the bass pumpin’
And you can hate cousin, but don’t say something
And no face muggin’, I’m S-H-A-D-Y
Slaughterhouse all day


[Biggie]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?


[Crooked I]
Yeah, rap is in danger, Crooked I was born in a California manger
God of the West caost, know the flow nice when you’re signed to Shady Aftermath
and used to be on Death Row.
What am I, gun in eye, sing you a lullaby
Nullify your skull in 5 seconds by putting a slug inside
Run and hide, I’m on some money goon shit
Married to the streets, honeymoon shit
Yeah, f-ck a bride
I’m ’bout to go Van Gogh and I have to reach for slavery guns
That mean I draw a masterpiece
I spit bars quick as a spliff sparks
Writtens’ll kick start, split you in 6 parts
Which part if I’m the shit and you a skid mark did you not get?
Put you in a ditch when it’s pitch dark
Make your bitch suck my dick, clark?
Thats what you get, heard that you a snitch
Now get that tattoo that say life, cause you a bitch


[Biggie]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?


[Joe Budden]
Joey,
I left the mask on, bury something, no disguise
It couldnt get more official if it was notarized
I want the pen on the jeweler for you to know whats fly
Top of the chain of command if I’m playing my game
I better not overide, who think they over I
Hoping it vocalise, this aint even a group
Just one real nigga multiplied
Listen in brutally if you tryna get fast
I put my life on it like it was mast
Better pray that this vicodin last
If not rappers are in danger
Niggas is in a box, I’m tired of rappers in a Wrangler
Will clap and rearrange ya, but I hate to make my pyschiatrist right
And it’s exactly what she said will happen with my anger
You can’t relate to it, how you gon’ measure it, broke
Can’t treasure it, jokers just embezel it
It’s time to seperate the realness from the rhetoric
I think one statement from B.I should settle this…


[Biggie]
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?


[Royce Da 5'9"]
I said I’m gunning for the muthaf-ckin’ king like a historical terror shot
I’m sittin’ in a Hilton rich like Paris pops
Spread money around the whole town like ?
Compare us not, I’m a terrible terrorist plot
You the character carrot top, while I’m stomping on barriers til my ? stops
like a tricerotops when I’m done roaming this earth
Bury my bones in Mariah or Carey’s box
Who you know answer with gun
Shady’s our home, we live with the GOAT like Julio from Sanford and Son
Problem with a problem, got no love for my foes
Ya’ll just wearing red bottoms, I got blood on my sole
We are dope we are postal, we not social
On Twitter we block Oprah and Deepak Chopra
Y’all niggas think ya’ll f-cking with us cause people quote ya singles
Yeah right, you making ya f-cking point with broken fingers
My dreams fulfilled like this cup full of potent tequila
And I’m bout to raise up and toast to dreamers


[Biggie]
Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?


Get your writing crew, get your writing crew
And they dopest rhymes, I get up in that ass everytime
Lyrically I’m untouchable, uncrushable
Ask your friends, who’s the illest?






"Same Damn Time" (MMG Remix)
March 2012


Future what it do, nigger?
Bounce!
Nigger… on these fuck boys
Was that?
Twisting, whining, backing soda at the same damn time
Plus I got to mention, bitch, I got the same damn time
Women bought the sixty twos at the same damn time
Like.. at the rolly at the same damn time!
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Still selling boys and girl at the same damn time!
Selling cane, gimmie brain at the same damn time
All the women say my name at the same damn time!
..two different choppers at the same damn time
Putting down different projects at the same damn time!
Throw money.. it’s the same damn grind
But I got two platinum …at the same damn time!
Women got two Maseratis at the same damn time
Paparazzi.. at the same damn time
It’s the same damn time, it’s the same damn grind
Captain boy cooking time at the same damn time
On my Twitter writing raps at the same damn time
Getting here counting bread at the same down time.
She a.. at the same damn time
We’re a squad, long for…
Fuck your tape, fuck your bra
Middle finger up, to the mother fucking…
No days on, can’t play ball, sick with the … like the wrong going on.
At the same damn time shape like a..
..and she makes you …
And she striping, go to college
And they trick her to…
But them bitches always gossip, she fears…
At the same, at the same time
And your girl don’t show her face when I’ll be …
..be nice, with the great …
You’re in the past… on the same watch!


Chorus:
I wear Gucci, I wear Prada at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling me at the same damn time
Fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
On the Pluto, on the Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time
All black, tacky jumper ..at the same damn time


Daddy’s bitches popping…
All these hoes in the game, no room for you in here
…bitch on my shades, skinies on my blades
… like my hood that ever glades
Bitch for ever pay, doing with no effort
Now let’s … celebrate
Hoes catching…
Toe touching flicks, she jumped on my… and did a… trick for me.
Slipping on, and pimping… grip for me.
… you homie, homie had a…
I’mma pull that ghetto now …
Must be at your rabbit mind, I’m talking rabbit same damn time.
I got Gucci, I got Louis at the same damn time
I should do … Naomi with the same damn…
In the kitchen with the flow, you got the same damn…
I need a … I’mma blow it at the same damn time
At the same damn time, get a …
And she got a boyfriend, but she say it’s sucker
At the same time pull it like James….
and… tomorrow all these niggers can’t count
…got bitches on my list, they’re rolling on…


Chorus:
I wear Gucci, I wear Prada at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling me at the same damn time
Fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
On the Pluto, on the Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time





“Streets Is Talking”: Jay-Z Feat. Beanie Sigel

The Dynasty Roc La Familia 2000

[Jay-Z]

Is he a Blood?  Is he a Crip?

Is he that is he this?

Did he do it? 

You know, ehh

Look…

If I shoot you, I’m brainless

Different toilet, same shit and I’m sick of explaining this

I’m waiting on arraignment, my nigga is the plaintiff

Yeah, I know what you thinking – Fucked up ain’t it?

I shoulda known better and I planned to

But dog they be taking me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle

I sat back and watched it, put gats back in the closet

I tried to tie my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let niggas take shots at me, no response

I just – Flip & pop my collar like “The Fonz”

You give a nigga a foot he’ll take you one step beyond

He’ll try to play you twice; the third time is the harm

You wanna conversate with the write of the Koran?

Or Old Testament, don’t test him then

I know what y’all thinking dick, pause

Your future’s my past; I’ve been here before

I know when you’re scheming, I feel when you plotting

I got, mental vision, intuition

I know where you going, I read your mind’s navigational system

Everybody whispering – pst pst pst pst ss perspiring

[Chorus]

When the, streets is talking, niggas is gossiping

Bitches all in your shit, what’s the cause of it?

I need to know

Geah, geah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Jay-Z]

You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watching

And I only use his waist to keep my glock in

But when shit goes down, you know who’s doing the popping

And if you don’t know, guess who’s doing the dropping

S dot again, y’all got him in a bad mood

Bad move; that’s bad news

How many times have I got to prove?

How many loved ones have you got to lose, before you realize that it’s probably true

Whatever Jigga say, Jigga probably do

Shit I paid my dues; I made the news

I came in the door for dolo, blazed the crews

And the streets say Jigga can’t go back home

I’m comfortable dog, Brooklyn to Rome

On any Martin Luther, don’t part with your future

Don’t ever question if I got the heart to shoot you

The answer is simply too dark for the user

And as a snot nose they said that he got flows

But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?

‘Fore the shots froze him & he’s dead and gone

From what the block has spoken, my God

Everybody stressing, who’s his baby’s moms?

Who he got pregnant, let me tell you, ahh…

[Chorus]

"‘03 Bonnie & Clyde": Jay-Z Feat. Beyonce
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse

Release Date: November 12^th, 2002 Label: Roc-A-Fella, Def Jam

[Jay-Z talking]

Uhh, uhh, ugh

You ready B? Let's go get 'em

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

Look for me! Young, B

Cruisin down the Westside - High, way

Doing what we like to do - our, way

Eyes behind shades, this necklace the reason

all of my dates been blind dates

But today, I got my thoroughest girl wit me

I'm mashin the gas, she's grabbin the wheel, it's trippy how hard

she rides with me - the new Bobby and Whitney

Only time we don't speak is during "Sex and the City"

She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over

She's right back to being my soldier

Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller

Put us together, how they gon' stop both us?

What ever she lacks, I'm right over her shoulder

When I'm off track mami is keepin me focused

So let's, lock this down like it's supposed to be

The '03 Bonnie and Clyde, Hov' and B

[Chorus]

[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend

[B] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

[Jay] All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend

[B] Down to ride 'til the very end, it's me and my boyfriend

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]

The problem is, you dudes treat the one that you lovin

with the same respect that you treat the one that you humpin

Now they 'bout nothin - if ever you mad about somethin

It won't be that; oh no it won't be that

I don't be at, places where we comfy at

With no be-atch; oh no you won't see that

And no, I ain't perfect - nobody walkin this earth's surface is

But girlfriend, work with the kid

I keep you workin' at Hermes, Birkin Bag

Manolo Blahnik, Timbs, aviator lens

600 drops, Mercedes Benz

The only time you wear Burberry to swim

And I don't have to worry, only worry is him

She do anything necessary for him

And I do anything necessary for her

so don't let the necessary occur, yep!

[Chorus]

[Jay] 

(Talk to 'em B)

[Beyonce]

If I was your girlfriend

I'll be there for you, if somebody hurts you

Even if that sombody's me

Yeah-hee (Break it down for 'em)

Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be

And so I put this on my life

Nobody or nothing will ever come between us

And I promise I'll give my life

my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

Put this on my life

The air that I breathe in, all that I believe in

I promise I'll give my life

my love and my trust if you was my boyfriend

[Chorus]