We Global lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Fat Joe, Ray J, Trey Songz)

[DJ Khaled:]

I would usually scream all over this intro

But I'm a let my friends tell you

We Global

We Global Now

We Made It

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

We done been around the world,

Seen a lot girls, girls

We started off local,

Now we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

See, we do it for the hood,

Make it understood, we bought that paper

And we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

We da best

[Verse 1: Trey Songz]

Blast through

When I come through, all the pretty women wanna know what it do

Make Moves, I break rules

And baby when I leave I want your friend to come too

We rich nigga

Money make the playa haters sit, go figure, straight go getta

And when I tell you we da best, it's no lie.

We Live, it's televised

And if you feel me, put your hands in the sky

Let's make a oath that we never be broke again.

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

We done been around the world,

Seen a lot girls, girls

We started off local,

Now we global (We Global)

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

See, we do it for the hood,

Make it understood, we bought that paper

And we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

We da best

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]

I'm second to none

They're descending upon

Tattoo on my arm?, Tony Montana the one

We da best (We da best?) Yes We Nigga

Just got that new yacht to get em sea sicka

Yeah yeah, I love the way she do it

Mask on her face, first she chop it then screw it

Niggas coming ready raw, cause I speaking fluids talking money

That's something that you don't what to do with, I done rock with,

Mary J Blige, my nigga, try petting the recession, yeah some that nigga

The big boy get the big boy's rush, the only nigga made 20 mill,

Fuckin' with cats

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

We done been around the world,

Seen a lot girls, girls

We started off local,

Now we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

See, we do it for the hood,

Make it understood, we bought that paper

And we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

We da best

[Verse 3: Ray J]

I'm so independent, but the radio play em

Fuck em all night, and hit the streets in the AM

A milli off top if I video tape em

I seen a lot of girls, from LA to Jamaica

Yeahh, And all the girls, they wanna get freaky with me

Yeahh, I'm in the club with a girl? spenchafanece?

Ya my nigga DJ Khaled, girls alone and you know we the best

And we so flawless, It's your boy Ray J gettin that money.

[Chorus: Trey Songz]

We done been around the world,

Seen a lot girls, girls

We started off local,

Now we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

See, we do it for the hood,

Make it understood, we bought that paper

And we global

And baby, we da best (we da best)

We da best (we da best)

We da best

She's Fine lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Sean Paul, Missy Elliott & Busta Rhymes)

She's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up

U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup

Because she's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

And it's from the side and up because the side and up

She a man, uh a wanton, fire

She's blazin' up

Missy be the shigady, you bomb digady

I can take your man shawty that's foshigady

Foshigady, I make a lot migady

Money ain't a biggady

I make ya' so sik of me, I make history like Khaled make a movie

It's yours truly, I'll send G'd like a purpo D

Spend the new G's on the bag and the shoes see the Gucci, Gucci

The Fendy and the look on me

I got a groopie that wanna do me

I got a hotter chingalling a taste ov oochi, oouchi wallin', baby

You got a problem, baby, go, get me, baby

Fuckin' wit da hottest, baby

K-H-A-L-E-D

You got your boys

Then I look 'em on me, eh, eh, eh

I'd rather spend a ching-aling on it, eh, eh, eh

I'd rather spend a ching-aling on it

(Woo)

She's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up

U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup

Because she's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

And it's from the side and cup because the side and up

She a man uh a wanton fire

She's blazin' up

Become in love dem ott gurls

Duffle man dey bring da gi and da vaga into my world

Sport center to the fuck gurls

Cenemar left dem out now dey come out on my word

So I'm dickin' on my ladies

So every women out dere

Start likin' me apres dis

So wen I get to say dis

Every boy named K-a-led to da K space

Out my wife to uh dingin' apred dis

Duffle man out ther wish I'm not ladies

When I'm at the bar man champagne outrageous

Stick your body out in my sister Mercedes

Blazin' oh, man your energeny is outsa

Blazin' oh man stick your body outta

On my need on energy on us

Streight upon the lies the busta mere putsa

She's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

It is from the wildy fuck because the side and up

U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup

Because she's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

And it's from the side and up because the side and up

She a man uh a wanton fire

She's blazin' up

I dont give you non knock on would

I'm a muthafuckin' freak and yo' ass look good

And I give it too you good

Until the day we through

Heard you a freak, ya me too

O I'll monkey fuck in a way you never heard of

Chokin' wit my tung, I'm a peal or a pearl

My little mama open and there ain't no denyin'

Shawty gobblin' up my meat

And I will nigga drive you got enough to eat

Well, here's a sip of Aquafina

Mouth so pretty with lips like Angelina

I ain't neva seen a chick look like such a winner

Shawty got an extra bite, she got a little foreign in her house

She give it to me wen we had to do it, do it

She was makin' funny noises like ouit, ouit

She was lookin' at me funny and I know I wasn't buggin'

Shawty give the kinda sounds like I was dik

And now it's rushin'

(Ooh)

She's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

It is from the wildy Fuck because the side and up

U' too t' bae I guess because the wildy tup

Because she's blazin' up

She's blazin' up the Gucci man

And it's from the side and up because the side and up

She a man uh a wanton fire

She's blazin' up

Final Warning lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rock City, Bun B, Blood Raw, Ace Hood, Brisco, Bali, Lil' Scrappy & Shawty Lo)

[The Inkredibles:] It's so incredible

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Yeah it's the DJ Khaled Khaled Khaled

I do this for the projects!

I got the Mothafuckin Gutta on this track

I got the projects on this one!

[Chorus: Rock City]

You have no idea why you started

But guess this is your final warning

And boy we don't care who you callin

Nothing can save you know

Shotta youts will run up in your apartment

So you betta mind where you walkin

God damn man can to your target

Nothin can save you know

[Bun B]

See you dun push the wrong button

And Cross the wrong line

Stepped on the wrong shoe

Muthafucka it was mine

Time and time they get me out the tandem

Me are da true

I traded mine in

For caveman king

You don't wanna fuck with the Southside Gotcha boys

Ya'll ain't know trill ass niggas

Ya'll some boxy boys

And pull shots on boys

Scattered like a roach

And put that on the fifth

I'm the nigga you don't wanna approach

[Blood Raw:]

I was raised in the heart of the jungle

The belly of the beast

And this lick here sweet

I'm so flawed

You can put me on the front line

Ass back nicks

I don't represent the gun shy

Thing about the Street life

Homie I live

Wear my heart on my sleeve

And niggas gotta fear life

From the bottom to the top

East to the west

All I gotta say is Khaled

Nigga we the Best

[Chorus: Rock City]

You have no idea why you started

But guess this is your final warning

And boy we don't care who you callin

Nothing can save you know

[Ace Hood]

Yo Bdah Bdah Bdah

Khaled go let me see em

Hand me the fucking clever

Cause I got a fucking fever

For all the evil Kinevel people

who try to stunt

Call me Danny Glover

I'm lethal this ain't no sequel

Shoot you people while you sleepin

The grim reaper is out to lunch

Put holes in you mouth so you can't be found

And Khaled got my back

He gon shoot a hundred rounds

Bdddddddddddddah

So say hello to death

If you ever in my town

[Brisco]

I came from the eggs of a goddess

And the balls of a gigolo

All I had was 2 ounces

An old chevy and figuro

Blood shed apart my feet

And bad vibes got a nigga rockin voodoo deep

Lord forgive me I know not a better way

And pop has tried to stick me

Damn I need some better ye

Ring the Alarm

Tell em people come come

Look at what the fuck the Briscgun YEAH!

It's the Final Warning!

[Bali]

Khaled these niggas talkin

I'm an orphin

And leave a hole in his head

Like a dolphin

Fuck a hole in one

Ain't golfin'

I'mma put his whole unit in a coffin

Cause any nigga fuck wit my pocket

I'mma open his ass off

Like suicide doors

Any badass niggas

Y'all scared of that lake

I'mma tell you once don't be scared of the dre

[Chorus: Rock City]

You have no idea why you started

But guess this is your final warning

And boy we don't care who your callin

Nothing can save you know

[Lil Scrappy]

I'm usually cool

But know I gotta bet back

I tried telling ya

Ain't wit'cha death threats

I let my nigga know

Tell em go hammer that

And it ain't gon take all day

We know where you live at

Ill bet ya hide from ya neighbors

Keep em mad shawty

That's how we kill em babies

Holla Khaled

And tell him I'm on the way now

I just had to hit a lick in the A-Town

[Shawty Lo]

Look at me it's shawty

So bossy

And I don't feel like that

Can't stop me now

Ya See what's Haapnin

Big shit dun popped off

I'm the best nigga

you can ask Khaled

you can ask Khaled

you can ask Khaled

I'm the best nigga

[Chorus: Rock City]

You have no idea why you started

But guess this is your final warning

And boy we don't care who your callin

Nothing can save you know

Shotta youts will run up in your apartment

So you betta mind where you walkin

God damn man can do your target

Nothin can save you know

Fuck The Other Side lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. The Dunk Ryders, Trick Daddy)

I'm on my way nigga

Fuck the otha side

That side ain't shit

Niggas can't fuck with me

[Chorus:]

Now It's a Special way I fold my flag

And I'll bust ya head if it's bout dat cash

Give me a dickey I don't need that outfit (hol up)

A 305 fitted jus to match my kicks (hol up)

Cause bitch I'm Alive

[Verse 1:]

Yeah and I can't even lie

You can tell by my red ass eyes that I'm high

I'm doin' sign language, Screamin fuck the other side

Flawgin' ass niggas ain't nuttin but some liars

We beat niggas have bitches like god

Them boys in that all black wild

Mouths get wide

An bitches get dumb

And bodies gettin lef in the middle a da club

And yeah we love dro

More den any otha hoe

Guns standin from the ceilin to the mothafuckin flo'

An we get it an we go it's like we get it from da sto'

Leave it in the weight house with a dickey full a blow (My Nigga)

[Chorus]

Fuck The Other Side

And I'll say it twice, Fuck The other Side

We in this bitch deep smellin like a pound

And if you really want it you can get it right now

[Verse 2:]

Now everybody like why you do it like that

Why the hell every day you be in that all black

Fresh Pair of J's and you kno they all black

Still posted in the hood with my dawgs countin stacks

This Shit ain't nothin new, they know how I do it homes

Seven tre (73) Big body sittin on chrome

Hood On Swole, Everybody on lean

I'm Smokin on Dro with a Hoodrat Bitch

Goons on the line and they ain't got shit

But we good over here, tell em get like this

Standin in the trap with my lil' young jits

Gettin off sacks, what you know about this Bout This

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]

Yo you don't really want it, cause you can really get it

You can catch me in that dickie or that 305 fitted

I ain't worried bout a busta, I Ain't worried bout a hoe

If a nigga try me than I'm gonna kill that mothafucka

Fuck the other side, I ain't gotta say it twice

All I do is say it once and my niggas on point

And Then you see them black flags, turn into them black masks

Niggas pullin' choppas out,

like they off in baghdad put em in a black bag go

and get ya check cashed if ya yell at anybody

ya might get ya neck slashed now there's a special

I hold my mack yeah yo there's a special way I fold my cash

Blood Money lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Brisco, Rick Ross, Ace Hood & Birdman)

Ha yeah, Triple C CMB, nigga

Poe boy, boss what it is, nigga?

Birdman, what up?

The goons to be king

How you love that pussy, nigga?

Yeah, blood money

The definition

I'm clutchin' on my slippin' in

The way I'm feelin' right now

A bitch can get the business

Just know my niggas squeeze on side

The only problem is we doin' this head knock

I told Ross, we gon' show 'em how the gutta do

Yeah, all black skis black ones and the jumpsuit

Slide in the slider, in and out night vision

Scopes on the AR to hit 'em with precision

And did I mention this one here's

For the thugs dummy? A little drugs bunny

We did it off of blood money, more pieces of crown vic surround us

We runnin' up on niggas, they jumpin' off of counters

One time for my allies, I'm a poe boy, that like my guns super size

CMB what it is? I'm cookin' up them kids

I'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We talkin' drug money

We talkin' blood money

We talkin' blood money

Straight blood money

We talkin' drug money

It's drug money, it's drug money

Drug money

Okay, we gettin' from us servin' weight, get it 'cause we servin' gay

See the way we get the cake like every day's a borin' day

Blood money and I'ma count it till they come for me

The feds hate it, they mistakin' me for Blanco buddies

I'm puttin' blood, sweat and tears for this cash money

I'm talkin' crooked unidentified bags of it

I'm talkin' yellow table paper, put the tags on it

You play with mine bet I turn you into crash dummies

Better not need heaters, I spit them shells like the Beatles

I have my people go see you, I squash you out like a cheater, nigga

I for that drug money underneath the rug money

My niggas love money, yeah, I'm talkin' blood money

I'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We talkin' drug money

We talkin' blood money

We talkin' blood money

Straight blood money

We talkin' drug money

It's drug money, it's drug money

Drug money

Hammers in the hummers, sticks in the lids

Sweets in the trunk, streets gimme sneers

Money comin' fast, blood comin' slow

Who dem boys with the H? Feds wanna know

Gators on thief, neighbors gon' sleep

You dealin' with a G and the haters gon' see, boss

I'm in the dealership with a duffle bag

Couple Mazaradihs, couple hundred stacks

Far from peaches and cream, niggas deceased on the scene

I'm just countin' my green, chillin sippin' my li

Keep investigatin' 'cause you got a job

Better keep your vest on, bitch, 'cause we got a mar

I'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We talkin' drug money

We talkin' blood money

We talkin' blood money

Straight blood money

We talkin' drug money

It's drug money, it's drug money

Drug money

Well, I'm the mob chief, givin' orders, callin' all the shots out

Make a nigga understand, we gangsters, we don't play out

Came from under the sand, lift my own weight up

Bought a house off the curb was patient, so it paid up

No pleasure and pain, homie, just the price for the flight

Don't get'cha head chopped, fuckin' with them five stripes

Eagle land it went south now we got the cake

Paper plate money every time I hitch a state

High on this pressure life, famous from the mud

Got the game from some old heads, I took it up in blood

Yeah, the only price nigga is a price

A mill on some whips, a hundred on ya life

I'm countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We countin' blood money

Ain't mad 'cause I love money

Came up gettin' drug money

We talkin' drug money

We talkin' blood money

We talkin' blood money

Straight blood money

We talkin' drug money

It's drug money, it's drug money

Drug money

Yeah, the big things, 100 big dog status

CMB nigga, poe boy yeah, 100 bitch

Holla back

Defend Dade lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Pitbull, Casely)

Khaled check this out right.

I know we global now, world wide 305.

But I see that they are trying to bring down the movement.

I'm telling everybody in the crib they can bet on me.

One time, new Diaz (that's right)

Put your money where your mouth is, bet on me. [x4]

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

You're back won't last with checks you can't cash.

Keep disrespectin', in the the everglades they'll find ya,

I'm not from San Fransisco, but the chopper of forty-ninya.

I grew up listenin to Lou, and... and... and pumpin Trick

Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed.

I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it,

I was a fan from the mix tape you sold me at Foxy Ladies.

I seen them trying to bring you down, but f**k that dog you one of the greatest!

Khaled mix 96er, but even back then though you had haters.

I remember the Temple at Oynx, I was too drunk to get in,

I was still outsider selling Chronic you know gettin it in.

I remember Ump beating the rape mistrial, celebrating the win.

Ya'll can try to stop Miami but this shit will never end.

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash.

One time TS, two times Fat Joe.

I remember them boys in Wynnwood hood stack short.

I remember them Cash Money Boys in Little Haiti, all running with zozs.

Banana Azuri, soft drop top that's fo sho.

Flo Rida, Groundhogs always show love before.

Dammit been paying dues, now it's my time to blow.

Even when 50 come through, he don't roll no less than 50 zozs!

Cause they will push your shit back, way back to trues and vows.

My dog Noseshaker, come through the block on something clean.

Sounding like an earthquake, he is what these dope boys dream.

Hit a lick, flip a brick, snatch a Brinks truck.

That's them Miami boys don't get it mixed up.

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY)

You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash.

I'm Mr. 305, I'm a part of Miami's Heat.

I grew up in all types of neighborhoods, I am Miami's street.

Low key and stay quiet, that's how these chicos in Miami eat.

I love it when these boys come from out of town and thinking Miamis sweet.

All of them down looking for pussy, trying to Miami skeet.

That's when they run up in they hotel room and give them a Miami treat.

When the choppers start a raining, it's hard to stop a Miami leak.

That's what they get for thinking Miamis just Miami Beach.

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY!)

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY!)

Tell them boys to keep running that shit out they mouth,

I'm the guard of my city, can't knock me down like

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

(Don't talk about it, be about it HEY!)

You're backs won't last with checks you can't cash.

Hah, You know how this ain't a neighborhood right?

Don't let your mouth write a check your ass can't cash Ha ha ha.

If the moneys on the wood, it's all good.

But if the moneys out of sight it going to be a fight.

And the last thing you want is a fight with the 305, ha ha ha

We The Best (2007)

• Intro (We The Best)
• The Movement (Skit)
• We Takin' Over
• Brown Paper Bag
• I'm So Hood
• Before The Solution
• I'm From The Ghetto
• Hit 'Em Up
• 'S' On My Chest
• Bitch I'm From Dade County
• The Originators
• New York
• The Streets 

Intro (We The Best) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rick Ross)

[DJ Khaled:]

Tryin to talk to 'em...

When there's no more music left

And the lights go out, all you hear is silence

I'll be that voice

(Give it to DJ Khaled for doin it

Y'all the big dog, Pitbull, Terror Squadians - YESSS!!)

Dade County, it's our time

The movement's here forever

And I won't stop 'til I see them devils

And I won't stop 'til I defeat the devils (nigga!)

They all told me that I would fail

They all told me that I would lose

But I'm right here, and I won't lose

Can't NOBODY stop me! I'm somebody

My brother Dre told you to BE somebody

Carol City know what I'm talkin about

The movement! (Fuck niggaz!)

I introduce you to..

[Rick Ross:]

.. Ross!

We the best of the best, fit of the fittest

Dead man gon' feel us the way I'm feelin this Phillie

No really we the best (we the best) and I'm the boss

Do I still hustle? Yes... I'm Ricky Ross

Started with the dirt now I'm travellin the world

In a new silver spurt buyin pieces of the Earth

Low mileage; don't need some

No smilin; I'm easin!

Rollin on that thang thang, when I lane change

Haters lookin at me crazy, boy I'ma bang bang

M-I-A yo, we the same gang

C.C. to Down South, e'rybody slang 'caine

Don't see another way, if you do show it to me

Got good green? Green-ass nigga, blow it with me

Cop me a drop, paint mine real pretty

100 grand in the Chevy, rep my city

[DJ Khaled:]

I rep my city like a G's supposed ta [x3]

I rep my city like a G.. nigga!

Can't nobody stop me, I'm somebody

From this day on you gon' be somebody

We the best, we don't fear nobody

The movement nigga, LISTENNN!! [echoes]

The Movement (Skit) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. K. Foxx)

This just in, DJ Khaled is on the rrun

I repeat, he is on the run

Khaled is wanted by an evil assailant group, aphiliated with cencering the powerfull voice of the people

But the movement will not be stopped

Khaled, we got your back

We the best

This is K. Foxx reporting live from Dade County

We Takin' Over lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, Birdman, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross, T.I.)

[Akon]

Oh, oh

[Khaled]

DJ Khaled!

[Akon]

Konvict Music, yeah

[Khaled]

We the best

We takin' over

Listen!

[T.I.]

Ay, ay

Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it

South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi

On to North Carolina, Philadelphia and Virginia

From down in Miami where it warm in the winter

On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter

Jacksonville, Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me

Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy

I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled

Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely

Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett

Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it

Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches

Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it

Anything you hear that I said, I meant it

King got the crown then sped off it wit' it

Say you need bricks, I said I get it

[Akon]

If you want to, we can supply you

Got enough work, to feed the whole town

They won't shoot you, unless you try to

Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[Rick Ross]

Triple C, Black Flag

We rich, yeah

[Khaled]

Listen!

[Rick Ross]

Boss, it's what I does

I get money everyday, everyday I does

That Benz, is how I ride

Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride

You better, move! Ak all day

Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck

I'm (B.I.G.) like Diddy

Damn it, I'm wit' it

Khaled we did it, Biggie of my city

Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty

The rappers can get brain, stupid, I'm silly

Money that come, runnin' like water

Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous

Miami on fire, you better be, cautious

Might get shot on the porch of your fortress

Now they see that you know I'm from Port City

I run in 'cause Rick Ross is boss shit

[Akon]

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[Fat Joe]

Cribs Mania

Khaled!

BX, TS nigga

[Khaled]

Listen!

[Fat Joe]

Blat, when you see Crack, better duck

like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what

Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets

Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef

I'm a tell you like a g told me

They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D

Cash Rule Everything Around Me

I'm YSL, Versace

You could see me in that Porsche GT

Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's

Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyes On Me

Fresh bandanna and I'm blowin' mad trees

Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki

Some say Khaled, some say Khalid

Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!

[Akon]

If you want to, we can supply you

Got enough work, to feed the whole town

They won't shoot you, unless you try to

Come around and try to stomp on our ground

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[Khaled]

Listen!

[Birdman]

Birdman daddy, I'm number one

Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done

Fuckin' with the fam', I'm gonna give him some

Spent that corner, he didn't run

Sunday had a whole church singin' a song

"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"

Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long

Been a g in the game now my son on the throne

[Lil Wayne]

I am the beast

Feed me rappers or feed me beats

I am untamed, I need a leash

I am insane, I need a shrink

I love brain, I need a leech

Why complain on easy streets?

I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak

and I like, my sprite easter pink

And my wrist special pah but the Mula's cooler

I have more jewels than your jeweler

Touch and I will bust your medulla

That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor

Red light! Red light! Stop your rumors

I stay on track like a box of Pumas

Now just r-r-rock with Junior

I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?

[Akon]

'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time

Brown Paper Bag lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Juelz Santana & others)

[DJ Khaled]

DJ Khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man

Woo we nikka (listen)

[Young Jeezy]

Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money

You niggas really wanna talk money?

Shit real that's all I could tell 'em

Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)

Brown paper bag (yo Khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)

Thank god for those days, thank god for those nights

Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white

They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer

In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass

Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task

And when they came in we unpacked 'em all

Broke 'em all down and unrapped 'em all

Just two words nigga duffelbags I just know it so well

I can't help but brag, old man got 10 mail man got 3

And just your luck the rap game got me hold up

[Juelz Santana]

Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper

Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him

'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign

The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent

Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,

That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof

This for my niggas getting brown paper bag money

This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money

We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can't tax money you dig me

[Rick Ross]

Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money

I thank god for the meal he prepared for me

Taking my fam and my little dog money

Thank god for that brown paper bag that

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)

Brown paper bag (c'mon)

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)

Brown paper bag (we the best)

Just pulled over in my 7-5

Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide

Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me 5

20 minutes in they dump I'm gonna let these slide

We're the best

Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high

In the back of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou

When the nigga, spent then with a smile

Stacking numbers that alarm and race

White house still moving bricks alarm today

I'm that bin lading boy I'll bomb the state

I ain't come to stay I gotta post bond today

2 million in the bag, I ain't wanna brag

you don't know the feeling when the villain peeling in the jag

Just staring at the ceiling 10 women that you had

I was at the center now I see you feeling just a (fag?)

[Lil Wayne]

Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money

It feel good to be young money cash money

Rehab I'm addicted to fast money

I got stacks and rubber bands up in that

Brown paper bag (you're dig)

Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)

Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money)

Brown paper bag (I represent 17 road of New Orleans let's go)

Practice makes perfect I'm relaxing at rehearsal

I'm gonna motherfucking professional like Hershal Walker,

the talk of the game is I, but I wonder if he'll still be talking after I die

But that's not important

Money's more important

And understand I been in that water like I was snorkeling

Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin

Miami Khaled took me in like a orphan

Why did they start him?

Now they can't park him

I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent

Lamborghini dark tint

Philly blunts cigar scent

I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions

To streets my brother

Fefe's my brother

And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter

you heard what I said motherfucker did I studder

With my brown paper bag, here to represent the hustle I'm out

[Fat Joe]

Coka baby man you know I already had money

Definition of that brown paper bag money

Try and front as if you in the jag money

For the cash I'll blast anybody that

Brown paper bag (that that that that)

Brown paper bag (thank god for that)

Brown paper bag (coka baby cribs mania)

Brown paper bag (we are simply the BEST the VERY BEST)

You all niggas want coka music

The costra nostra flow show you how to do this

Pen it so easy, a caveman can do it

Nigga we simply the best don't confuse it

I confuse it, critics be hating

Best album yet but give me the same rating

I'm waiting top of rap rushmore

Etched in stone runt top puns war

Unsure anythings possible

4mil spent bought out the art possible, I'm Picasso in the Versace suit, don't worry my nigga

Khaled I got you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible

It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that

BROWN PAPER BAG

BROWN PAPER BAG

I'm So Hood lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. T-Pain, Trick Daddy, Rick Ross, Plies)

DJ Khaled We're The Best

Who We Nigga

We're The Best

The Winner I Represent The Ghetto Across The World

And You Represent The Hood Two Hands In The Sky

[Chorus:]

I'm So Hood (Listen)

I Wear My Pants Below My Waist

And I never dance when I'm in this place

'Cause You And Your Man Is Planning To Hate (I'm So Hood)

And I Got These Golds Up In My Mouth If You Get Closer To My House Then You Know What I'm Taking about I'm Out The Hood

And If You Feel Me Put Your Hands Up (hood) My Hood Of Niggas Can You Stand Up (I'm So Hood)

If You're Not From Here You Can Walk It Out And You Not Hood Then You Don't Know What I'm Talking about

Everybody Wanna Motherfucking Know Why I Dress So Fly Sit So High (Bitch)

I Do It For The Hood

Bitch Ass Niggas I Do It 'Cause I Could

Heavy starch On My Jeans 4X On My White Tee

Living Life Like A G That's Why These Bitch Ass Niggas Wanna Fight Me

But I ain't Going Play With 'Em

Nu Uh Brother Left To AK Hit 'Em

Tough Niggas Get Fucked Up

And Put On Ice For The Rest Of They Life

I'm Straight Out The Hood Bra

See That's What I Do It For

My Low Class Ghetto Ass

Just Renewed My Ghetto Ass

[Chorus]

Ross Yeah 4 5 Off In the Ride

Four blunts For Me To Get High

Feel Buck When I Ride By (I'm So Hood)

I I got 'em hatin', talking like Plies

Niggas Keep Dropping Like Flies

Snitching Ain't Going Cut No Time (I'm So Hood)

I Murder One Of You Fuck Niggas

Droppin' For You Last

You Know Coming Mad (I'm So Hood)

For Money For Mahem For Yayo And Millions

I Made 'Em, The Mayblock Is Mine, The City Is Mine (I'm so Hood)

[Chorus]

Damn my P O You all Can Tell her I Said It

violate me if She wants, she's Gonna Have To Come Catch Me

piss Test Me All You Want, I'm gonna Smoke When I'm Ready

Pants Hanging Off Me Now 'cause My Pistol Heavy (Hood)

I Ain't Spoke To You Yet Dawg, 'Cause I Ain't Friendly

I drank Yak homie, you all drink Cris

I Like Bust It Babies I don't Want No Boosy Bitch

I Never Buy A Phantom 28's Can't Fit

They Say I'm fed bound, They Call Me high risk

Full Bloody Goon, Lanes Make Me Sick

You Get 3 or 4 Birds where I'm from we call you rich

I'd Like To Thank The Hood Homie Is All Behind Me

[Chorus]

I'm So Hood

Trick Daddy, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Plies

Nigga We So Hood

We The Best

DJ Khaled Florida Stand Up

Let's Go

Hood

Before The Solution lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Beanie Sigel, Pooh Bear)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Yeah...

I represent loyalty

I am loyalty

I am the definition of loyalty

I represent the G's

Beanie Sigel

We The Best

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]

All the bullshit stops here (Here)

Let's get this clear (Yeah)

Shoot rear, fresh off the top tear (Unhh)

What I'ma 'bout to do for you, is not fair

I'm not answerin' questions for you, dat are not clear

Whuddup with State Prop. the crew, when they not there?

The moment dat they heard it the verdict, when it wasn't clear

Ya boi had the city, yeah did they really disappear?

Jay really not visit there? Dame and Beans are they tight as it seems

Or is it all fabricated from dat same fabric

Now rip the rock marriage straight from seams

Thing's ain't what it seems but at time do tell, the truth shall prevail

Until then, you dudes bite yall nails in anticipation (Fuck)

I know you hate it why I got chu waitin? (Shiiit..) - I too, am waitin'

Gotta see a couple faces, when I make 'em face it

Truth dat is dat ya boy have patience (Yes!)

As a matter a fact, it's wearin' thin

But I tell you this tho, when the New Year begins

Pussies who got nuts 'cause I'm goin' all in

[Chorus: Pooh Bear]

Can you hear me (Ayyy), came for attention (Ayyy)

But it ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)

It ain't good if you don't wait (Ooooh)

I'm applyin' every ? in my ?? stays the same

It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)

It ain't good if you dont wait (Ooooh)

Nah-uhhh..

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]

Now let's not get this misconstrued

To say dat diss record - I don't diss my dudes!

Outta respect I couldn't check my once fist tight crew

Never in front of you I couldn't get dat rude

Ionn give a fuck but I couldn't get dat crew

cause knowin what i do i can get like (Khh) ouu

You wanna know what I do, don't cha?

You'd love it if I told you lil' fuckers, won't cha?

Uh-unh, scrap gotta pay for this one

Sorry youngin', got to wait on this one (Yes)

The Solution, soon in stores

Date to be posted, until then - I'm on pause

[DJ Khaled (talkin'):]

Yeah, to DJ khaled aka We The Best

Beanie Sigel (Whudd!.. Ain't no more too it)

Give em more man, more

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]

Well fuck it I don't wanna stop

Whatchu forgot the gun'll pop

Tell me who ya wanna rock

This true love, Roc-a-Fella 'till I die

Nigga keep it movin', don't get caught up in this drive-by

The break's over, ya boi 'bout to take over

If dat number one spot opens, give it here (Here)

Get my crown, dust of my chair

And yall niggas can kiss my ass before I sitted there

Back from the dead (Unhh) fresh off the prison tier

Daddy here to put the kids to bed (Get it clear!)

By the way, the wars on - you can't call it off

It's too late once the boss involved

Here I come!!

[Chorus]

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

In life-There's real niggas... And there's fuck niggas...

See, We The Bess..

I worked my whole life to show these niggas...

DJ Khaled, Beanie Sigel!!

We The Bess

And all you fuck niggas, trynna divide and conquer crews...

NIGGA, WE THE REALESS~!!!

WE THE BESS!!

DJ Khaled, the beat nova-kane on this one..

Thankyou, but take you time.. And listin to the real...

We The Bess... I'M STARVIN'!!

I AIN'T EVER GON' STOP!!

Beanie, Mac!! I see ya, I'ma salute cha

I'm From The Ghetto lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. The Game, Jadakiss, Trick Daddy, Dre)

[DJ Khaled]

We the best

I represent the hood

I represent the ghetto

I represent the people

I represent you

LISTEN!!!

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

[The Game]

Ayo Cali

Walk with me

Yeah thats what got me here

The chucks the khaki suits

All the swap meet years

The six dollar socks the five dollar rocks

Uncle Greg rest in peace he taught me how to chop

Thats why I love the hood and everything we got

From the ice cream trucks to the fourty ounce tops

All white Air Force Ones to fake Jacob watch

A few reasons why I drive the Bently hard top

Use it in my songs cause I live it on the block

Tattoo it on my face let the whole world watch

I'm that type of nigga yall made my city bigger dawg

Turn the TV off got tired of watchin Jigga boss

So we told our mom's we was lookin for jobs

When we was really in the record store lookin for Nas

Project of the ghetto, Ghetto and the project

From compton to being Dre's number one prospect so.....

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

[Jadakiss]

AAHHAA!!!

Yeah ugh

They know

Yeah ugh

Aint no help there just food stamps

Weight checks and welfare

Every man gone for self there

Still might need to borrow your medicade card for health care

Yeah if you never got knocked then you made it

Everybody know eachother if not they realated

You can get shot or get bladed

Theres dudes that got jobs now that had blocks in the eighties

Six months five years for you just to cop out

Ninth or tenth grade is usually when niggas drop out

Fights break out when you wired and start joking

Alot of OG's retired and started smokin

House party games of spade sweet kool-aid

Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid

So therefore I could never be too paid

I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you laid

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

[Trick Daddy]

Haha

Tell me this how come

Black folks get a little doe

And forget where they come from

Man we used to have good times

But since you moved on up you aint cool with us

We still support you tho we dont see you much

You aint the first fool its cool with us

But why you living out your idols dreams

Remember how for you came and help you keep those thangs

Now its cool that your adress changed

But I'm tryna holla at my dog and the number aint the same

I guess new homies came with his fame

But see true homies will stay the same

Through all the up's and down's in your career

A couple wives few kids scattered here

And when you dead or broke without a deal

All the groupies cleared... The ghetto will still be here

[Dre]

All the money in the world couldnt change me

No diamond rings or them fancy cars

Cause my niggas in the hood woulda let me

Holler this because.....

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the pojects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

(I'm from the ghetto) I'm from the ghetto

(I'm from the projects) I'm from the projects

All over the world and every hood they know

I'm from the ghetto and thats fo sho'

Hit 'Em Up lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Paul Wall, Bun B)

[Chorus: Paul Wall]

I'm comin down, I'm actin bad

I'm chunkin dueces and I'm choppin up the slab

I'm comin through, I'm tippin dime

I'm sho a naked and I'm straight actin a clown [x2]

[Bun B:]

I'm a certified D-boy, a real big nutta

A candy car strutta that be sittin' on butta

Comin' straight up out the gutta with the cordaless cutta

Man, what is that? The Chinese choppa that likens Mr. Studda

What a f*cked up predicament (Damn), a scary scenario

Automatics in ya face have you preparin' ya burial

They tracin' tha weapon after you scratch off the serial

Leaves you up like cereal, there it is and there we go

Some bad Didos ridin' off in tha wind and

Ni**a we got all ya soft in ya hands so don't pretend

Like this ain't what it was (was) or we ain't what you say (say)

I'll make a high cappa or court fraud light in tha day

Cause in the middle of the street in height of tha traffic

Watch what you say when we meet cause they know might get yo ass kicked

End up in a pickle like a Vlasic, UGK ni**a

We cost like a foreign but get respect like a classic muthaf*

[Chorus]

[Paul Wall:]

This Paul Wall, baby, Swishahouse spokesperson

Choppin up tha slab, spokes turnin, bobbies searchin

Shoppers splergin, Caked up cause my pockets swoll

I'm callin plays, pullin broads, I just think and roll

I'm from that lone star, tippin dime dat candy car

Get it shined on 59, Lean and tuck I'll cut some more

Hoes wanna who we are, Fathers wanna know what we get

Hatas wanna talk down a knot, but they just mad cause they ain't hot

They ain't got the cash that I got,

They don't know what my hood 'bout

They don't know about trunks that pop on Lambo's that blaze tha chop

Countin cash and stackin not, South victory back to Scott

Crawlin like big crocodile, I'm diamond smile and Johnny watch

I'm with my partner, box, you and you and not with 'cho

Rick boy, yeah that's fo' sho', breakin em off, you already know

Drive slow like Kanye West, and Branyan Wayans, and Manny Mesh

A swishahouse chain on my chest, I keep it fresh, We are the best

[Chorus]

'S' On My Chest lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne & Birdman)

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

[Lil Wayne:]

Reporting From Kim's Kinda Star

Holly grove 17 carnivore

Riding Through The City In A Tonka Toy..

I Got Old Money, Could've Bought A Dinosaur

Huh Only Ride Chevy, Never Drive A Ford

And My Coupe Doors Open Like Plaza Doors

Yep, Red Thick Women (Uh) Eyes Adore, I'm A Hoe, you Know That I'm A Whore

Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monster Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cop's A Boy,

When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got You Boy, I'll Just Let The Big Mac Whopp You Boy

See My Dreads Hanging Like A Like A Roska Boy, My Rosta An I'll Turn Into Mufasa Boy

We Run Up In You Casa Boy, And Blast Off Like Nasa Boy (Uhh)

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest (Uh)

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.

Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

[Birdman:]

Yeah,

Cash Money Is An Army Nigga, you Better Know It's Gravy

If You Ever Fuck With Youngin, Or If You Ever Fuck With Baby

Shit Goin be Crazy, Nigga Doing It Like The 80's,

Bunch of Young Niggas Poppin Off and They Spraying,

Up In The Early We Thank You For The Sunshine

Got To Get My Bling On, Reach For My Chrome 9,

Kiss Momma 'Cause We're Going Out and Getting Mines,

Next Nigga In Line 17 On The Grind,

Shoe First Nigga Not Seeing Mines,

Big Purses Million Dollar Headlines,

5 Drops, Of The Last Big Time,

Lord To The Game, Nigga Till It's My Time,

Like Father Like Son This Nigga This Time,

Jr Got The Fame And The Game Mastermind,

2oo On The Dash, Watch Me Mash,

Doing Dougnuts In My Hood Getting Paper Bags..

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch.

It be That Cash Money Bitch.

Cash-Cash-Cash Money Bitch

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

(It's Stunner Shading A Nigga Dead Then A Nigga Dead...)

[Birdman:]

Living Is Red, That How We Play It,

An Up Town Sr. Be Blood Till I'm Dead,

That's What I Said, I Put Some Change In your Head,

If You Ever Cross The Line (Nigga) Nothing But Bread,

50 Shots From High Nigga We Won't Stop,

From Putting Candy On The Slabs,

To Stirring The Pots, Put The Hammer On The Jammer,

Pull It and Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands

Niggas That Means Knots

[Lil Wayne:]

Bitch I'm a Boss

Bitch I'm a Boss

Bury Me Like My Father On The Cross

And Carry 19 I Shall Over A Cross,

Shawty Got That Game On Lock Like A Vault,

Weezy Baby Kyan Pepper, No Salt,

Windows Down On The Hulk In The Winter Its Yo Fault,

Huh I Don't Jump On The Track, I Pull Forward,

I Got That S On My Chest I'm Supposed To Follow...

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

I Walk-Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

That be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead

It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.

It be That Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.

Cash Money Ca-Ca-Cash Money Bitch.

I Walk Around Like I Gotta S On My Chest

It be That Cash Money Piece Cold Resting The Dead...

Bitch I'm From Dade County lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Trick Daddy, Rick Ross & others)

[DJ Khaled:]

Diaz Brothers

DJ Khaled

I rep my city

Dade County, let's go!

[Trick Daddy:]

Dade County stand up right now

Always from Carol City to Florida City, Opa-Locka

By way to Overtown and look at this city

Open to Grove and the South Miami

Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana

Some many ice P-Rhymes rich

Dade County, let it do what it do

[DJ Khaled:]

Rest in peace to Uncle Al

We The Best

Dade County, let's go

I rep my city

Nigga, I rep my city

Miami, Listennn

[Trick Daddy:]

I'm well-connected, well-respected fo' gangsta shit

I'm from the city of Caprices and Impalas bitch

Yo I'm from down the way, you know--around the way

Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A

A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved

Look here, shit real, we really get it how we live

We get on heavy creel, we get on heavy pills

Me and my niggas, and my Cubans and my Haitians them

Bitch I'm from Dade County, we go way harder

We do it way bigga (why), 'cause we some made niggas

For on pray they raised to get money waist

We gon' get it off they pop like we get it down in Dade

Aye

[Chorus:]

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County

Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby)

[Trina:]

305, it's my city

Yes, I'm from Dade County

Plus I'm fly, so I keep some bad bitches 'round me

Whuddup Khaled, you my nigga so hold, lemme git 'em

Yes I'm back, plus I'm mad, so I ain't playin' wit 'em

Any bitch wanna come test me,

Yup, come to my city, that's where I be

I ride all in the hood in my new Bentley wit my ass sit on jag

I don't give a fuck (what?!)

Ride out, 'cause I'm runnin' the south

Got some real gangsta niggas that'll run in ya house

Wanna open my mouth shit that's the sound

They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out

Ouch!

[Rick Ross:]

Bitch I got money too

"Trilla" album comin' soon

Triple C's, 305, B-O-E give us room

Whip the keys (twenty-five!), in the kitchen (cookin' food!)

Baby "We The Best", quit, hate the rest

Dade County, you name it (whudd?!)

You roll it, I like it (Ross!)

She rollin' wit moa (moa!)

Talk to 'em like it (yuh!)

Khaled's the boss

Like Ricky's the Ross

Everyone of my doggs, where my dickies in The Source

Come here girl, lemme get you this

This one Rick try to get you rich

Candy paint on my six-six (six), you can call that bitches rich

I'm out this sports, I'm in the game

Fallin' the blaze, causin fo' Dade

[DJ Khaled:]

Doe Boy, Slip-N-Side

Epedemic, Dope Ridas, Cash Money, Terror Squad

Dade County, I do this fo' us

Listennn

[Brisco:]

Yuh, I got money too

Bris', I be comin' thru

Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)

Still hood, still real (Unhh!), Opa-Locka is real (Yeah!)

Off my dogs daddy dad, so wanna cook it on them pills

Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe

Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def

Yeah, I'm the future, got the goons 'round me

And yeah I rep my city, bitch

I'm from Dade County

[Flo-Rida:]

Ayy!

Don't you for I really get 'em up throw 'em up, who ya wanna be?

Gitt'em, we hit em, we split 'em, we stick em, touch you wanna mine gotta grill 'em

Boii, the city where they got the illest, killas

M-I-A my niggaz, hommie we don't play

Better get out the way, you ain't ever seen real go realer

Do not be thankin' we soft or we sweet

Come on the opposite side of the beach

They gotta the choppas that'll put you to sleep

Yeah, that's them choppas, you know what I mean

That's when I top wanna say about your dreams

We on the tox' clippin' that clean

Holla on the block cause we under degrees

That's what about rep that A-P-T's

Dope-Boy, just call me a Doe Boy

I'm that international boy, Flo-Rida fo' sho boy

Triple C's the second, I get it fo' low, boy

We trillin' cause we the best in Dade County

You better know it, cause

[Chorus]

[C-Ride:]

Carol City on my mind, we mobbin' out the line

I'm on dat Chevy on 28's, I'm changin' all lines

We work hard, nigga you sleep, pu-pu-pushin', we run the streets

You are whatchu eat, young pussy, go brush ya teef

Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,

I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city

I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's go get it

Dade County goons, open Dade County cocks ho'

Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho!

[Dre:]

Unhh

From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka

D-R-E, 'nuff Miami shoot up off ya block

Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same

I got a choppa in the kitchen, Betty Croc is the name (Yup!)

I needs my big County in big booty ho' she pretty

Let her push the Chevy, hogg thru city

Let 'em know that 54 cuz on the video overtime

They got rockin every city them niggaz back pounds of that purp'

Yeah--What it is, what it does, we are th-th-the best

I'm from the city where you need to were somebody go to fast

Ain't no other city realer then the city I stay in

The cake, I reppin the realest city we stay

Nigga!!

[Chorus]

The Originators lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Bone Thugs-N-Harmony)

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

[Krayzie Bone]

I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something

But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In the City Thuggin

Never Been A Nigga Thats Never DoneLess Than 100%

The Hustles Thats In Me My Thug Mentality

Showed Me What To Do To Improve My Salary

Dont Nobody Move Or You Could Be A Casualty

Why You Would Really Wanna Cross Paths With Me

One Nigga Left And They Thought We Was Done

Done Think You'll Get Rid Of The Twist Of The Tongue

They Thought We Was Finished But We Just Beginning

They Want Me Commited For The Murder 1

No Where To Run No Where To Hide Competition Ready To Die

Opposition Never Survive When I Get Done Busting My Rhyme

Ima Criminal Transformed To A Lyrical Bad Storm

Did I Mention My Fast Flowing Lately Its Got My Cash Growin

And Ass Showin These Niggas Cant See Bone They Already Know

Came Down With A Style Unfamiliar Sound Thats How We Kicked In The Doooor

What It Be Like Bone Thug Nigga Born And Bred In The Cleveland Street Life

And Believe We Aint Goin Nowhere We Permanent Posted Up Like Street Lights

We Do It Still Get To It Undisputed Who Would Of Knew It

We Stay The Truest Suited And Booted

They Aint Doin It Like We Do It Do It!!

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

[Wish Bone]

Nigga tell the truth for you get inda booth

You know think about the bone flow for hoes

I aint nice like ??wanna split ya mouth

Betta get you that dough you old hoes

Wheres the respect when you cash that check (huh)

Nigga break bread well bust your head (yup)

Ill bring to it the heart rather leave em dead

Before my time but im still ahead

Of yall (all yall) like a nice bitch hit a nigga raw dawg (raw dawg)

And any nigga with him catch a sawed off (sawed off)

And im ready im ready know what it is

Nigga bow down(bow down)nigga show some love

Aint no hoes in us we can swing dem buds

We can share some blood (blood [x6])

Let a nigga loose ima smack him like i do (do)

Ima come and see you fuck that rappin in a booth (booth)

I aint no studio or nothin my name in yo mouth

And ima show you somethin fuck it

This the first time double back dumpin (dumpin)

Deep in the club they some suckas rush em (rush em)

Get it how we get it dont let the singin fool ya

We gets dirty dirty dirty never nervous

Nah aint no love there (aint love there)

Watch yo mouth or one day them thugstas yes

They will run up on ya (on ya) and thats when its over cus

We dont play no games so when we up on ya

Believe we gone let it rain

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

[Layzie Bone]

In the hood where its good yea we get respect

On any street man its time to bill collect

Its a promise little homie no need for threats

We da best in the business we breed the next

Nigga ride with a thug on a cleveland quest

We really aint mad at you clones

You gotta give credit where credit is due

Why wouldnt they give it to bone

If you ever gave props den a massive thanks

Now you thinkin how a master thanks

Way back in 94 stage stayed closed

We opend the door nigga get that bank

Flip that flow city to citymy niggas is gritty and ol boy

Reppin that bone thug mo thug thugline

Hit em with one rhyme they be like OH BOY (Oh boy)

Now most of the greatest done did it

And some of the latest done did it

Rest in peace to the b-i-g

Been 13 years and they still fuck with it

Jay-z done did it j.d done did it little bow wow did it and killed it

I love when a real nigga do they thang some wanna plead not guilty

Nigga get filthy aint no playa hation some of yall niggas its congratulation

Got your hand on my dick try to masterbate it

Let me bust in face since you had to taste it

Smash and takin whats rightfully mine

Nigga betta check my profile

Niggas is up in myspace eternally this be bones style (bone style)

[Chorus x2]

Its Bone Thug We The Bone Thugs

Half Of this Industry Swangin From Our Balls

Its Bone Thugs Mighty Bone Thugs

Bone Thugs Bone Bone Thugs

New York lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Jadakiss, Ja Rule, Fat Joe)

[DJ Khaled:]

This is, this is,

This is, this is,

Im about Unity,

Greetings from Miami Dade County Florida

Listennn,

[Chorus: Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[Jadakiss:]

Yo the hammer and the muzzle came together,

All I had did was hold on to the pieces untill the puzzle came together,

Before it all got hyped,

I was in the corridor,

Apple before it got riped.

So I aint gotta act like,

I'm on top of, or in front of them,

If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them,

Listenn I'm a different kind of boss,

I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth,

These niggas is different kind of soft.

Everybody know it all,

Nobody follow a protocal,

The money's only good until you blow it all.

Stacking every cents,

Guliani knocked John Gotti, What?

So now he's running for president.

It's a shame what the game's became,

But the truth is,

There's really nobody to blame,

But the music.

Lets give it a minute,

Wtih no wack gimmicks,

Just hard beats and rhymes,

blow breath back in it.

[Chorus: Jada and DJ khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[Fat Joe:]

Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this,

You claim king, but we in control of this,

Name another rapper you see on the streets,

huggin the block at the height of a beef,

Yellow tape and white sheets,

Yea that's my back drop whenever I speak,

I know alotta y'all would love to ice me,

make my head jerk like I'm doing the hyphy.

But that'll never happen, get on some sick shit,

Like fifteen in you, and one in your infant,

Joe's the business, Ask about me,

In the middle of the desert,

and they still can drought me.

You know Coka baby he stay on that new york shit,

You see weezy coming down on that forklift,

And money aint a thing, unless he come off with

Then Ima have to hit em with these little bricks often.

[Chorus: Fat Joe and DJ Khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[Ja Rule:]

New york, New York nigga never went no where,

I just took off a couple of years,

But Now I'm back on my day to day,

Old school, Gucci frames like day to day,

Who gone tell New york times up, Flava flav,

Cuz as much as things change it remains the same

And you can gimme the city of God

And Mecca, the temple, the mas

An inspiration, the inception, The art..

Of Hip Hip was born

And the rap game was formed

From niggas dead broke, sell drugs, bear arms

Against all odds,

and argue all day about who's a bigger star,

Joe, Jada, or Ja.

SO close but so far,

So many there's no star,

I can't belive Fifty Cent and NY fell off,

And L.A. came back, and the south is running shit,

Then one blood group, shit's all developing, NEW YORK

[Chorus: Ja Rule and DJ Khaled]

One's for the trouble,

Two's for the show,

Three's for the base and that limelight glow,

I know, you thinking that this game is over,

Oh no, the wait is over,

New York is back.

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

Lemme see your hands, wave em side to side

Put em up high, lets ride because

New York is back

[DJ Khaled:]

Shouts out everyone

The Streets lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Willy Northpole, Shareefa)

[DJ Khaled:]

It's DJ Khaled, we the best

Shareefa, let's take it to the ghetto

[Shareefa:]

Oh my god, this life so crazy

Hustling to feed our babys

Times get hard, indeed I know

Raised without anything

Go for mine, don't wait for nobody

Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it

DTP, oh yes it's me

Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace

Talk is cheap, these bitches ain't valid

She in my lane, nigga I doubt it

Bout my bread, I'm chacing my doe

Always keep your enomies close

Down to ride, your people get ready

That be me in a pimped out Chevy

DTP, oh yes it's me

You can't stop me now, cause I'm hot right now

You can't stop me, no, you can't hold me back

Everytime I try to leave, these suckers pull me back

Oh my god, this life so crazy

Hustling to feed our babys

Times get hard, indeed I know

Raised without anything

Go for mine, don't wait for nobody

Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it

DTP, oh yes it's me

Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace

[Willy Northpole:]

On the street corner, got a duffle bag, boy

A bag of chips, call me the Ruffle bag boy

Yes I'm Cyrus, a hustler's virus

I'm infected, injected, money, power, respected

Necklace gloabal, wreckless flow

X's and Os, thug in the streets

Willy ruthlis, DTP, the money is stupid like dufis

Drop the roof is

The proof is I'm nice in the booth

Rappers get booted right in they tooth

If rappers want to, might as well shoot this

Back on it on the north with the Reefer

An Internet popper, and I can delete ya

I'm from the streets with killers and creatures

And I'm a drug dealer preacher

[Shareefa:]

Oh my god, this life so crazy

Hustling to feed our babys

Times get hard, indeed I know

Raised without anything

Go for mine, don't wait for nobody

Tell me who want it, cause nigga I got it

DTP, oh yes it's me

Second time I'm Disturbing Tha Peace

Listennn... The Album (2006)

• Intro
• Born-N-Raised
• Gangsta Shit
• Grammy Family
• Problem
• Holla At Me
• Addicted
• Destroy You
• Never Be Nothing Like Me
• Candy Paint
• MIA
• Where You At
• Still Fly
• Movement
• The Future Of Dade 

Intro lyrics - DJ Khaled

In life, there's people that hustle

In life, there's people that grind

And there's We The Best music who make History

History is something that cannot be forgotten,

I've been through everyone black,

I have seen an overcome in the evilest hate ever that man can as ever wicknesses

They told me "no", and I told 'em "yes"

I have helped so many, and some have forgotten,

I have been challenged, and I always win

I have been to wars, and came out with no scares

I have been tested, and I always passed

This sound contains my pain, my blessings, the stars on this album is my voice,

The drums on this album is my heart beating,

People feel victory is just a win, Victory is a strouble, a journey of life,

Victory is accomplishment, Victory is a survival,

When you're on the way to tap, they cheer for you,

When you reach the top on the noun, they want you to die,

I speak to my music, I'm so hood, we takin' over, I'm out here grindin', I go hard, I am the street,

You can't stop what is destined to win,

When they say Khaled, they say Warrior, Loyal, the chosen one

It's so as the way that caused you that don't wanna see your grind

I tell 'em watch me now and learn,

I still find a way to forgive,

The more I hate, the more I love

Only Hallah can judge me

Welcome to my Victory

Born-N-Raised lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Trick Daddy, Pitbull & Rick Ross)

[DJ Khaled:]

I Work My Whole Life For

I Mean I Seen So Many Road Blocks

So Many Devils In My Way

But To Be Honest With You I See Nobody

I Am The Best

Lliiissstteennnn!!!!!!!!!

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[DJ Khaled:]

DJ Khaled!! Trick Daddy!! Rick Ross!! Pitbull!! Da Runnas!!

Lliisstteenn!!!!!!!

[Trick Daddy:]

A Nigga D-I-E I Be Fa Eva Thuggin Baby

Da Same Nigga Dats Y Da Streets Still Luv Me Baby

Bitch I'm From Dade County

See I'ma 7 Tre', Chevrolet, Impala, Dunk Rider

I Blo Ya Doors Off

U Race Yo Car Against My Car, Leave Yo Ass So Far You'll Doz Off

And When I Take Off Its Like I Took Off

And When I Ride By Its Like I Fly By

Its Like Slo Motion, All N 3 Deep

Cuz Like Errwhur I Go Dey Be Like Ya-Yo!!

I Fit Da Description, Black Tee N Dickies

Big Glock Wit Me, Of Dade County Nigga!

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[Pitbull:]

(Its Dat Lil Chico Pitbull, I Jus Like 2 Welcome Yall

2 Whur I Been Born, I Been Raised N Da County Of Dade Ya Know

Got Dem Boyz Dat Pass By N Dem Old Skool Chevys Wit Da Top Down

Bass Stay Bumpin, Make Trunk Rattle, Rear View Shake

Den Dey Look At U Wit Dem Bold Smiles And Let U Know Wat It Is Right)

I Been Born N Raised N Da County Dade, Da Land Of Da Haze, Da Cocaine Capital

We Ain't Jus Hittin U Buddy We Boyz Sappin Ya

We Comin Hard Like Dem Cubans N Da 80's Dawg

Go Ahead Throw In Da Pot I Bet Its Raw

(Pitbull Talkin Spanish Don't Get It)

Evernything Dat I Do Do, Everything Dat I Say Say

Everywhur Dat I Go I Let Em Know, Hey I From Da County Of Dade

Old Skool Chevy Heaven, Old Skool Niggas Preachin

Young Niggas Wildin, Getting Rich Off Keys And Violence

Trick He's Da Mayor, Luke He's Da King, I'm Mr. 305

Put Dat On A Triple Beam

I Bet It Weigh Out More Den A Boat Load Of Keys

Holla At Dem Haitians Let Em Know Dizz Licks Only Walk N Da Dade

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[Rick Ross:]

(U See Em, U See Em, Ross, U See Em, U See Em

Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay

Trick, Pitbull, Dj Khaled, 305 M-I Yayo)

I Got Road Dawgs Doin Dat 20 To Life

U Try Me And Ima Get 20 2nite, U Think Ya Bitch Mad

Boy I Got 20 Of Lights, Not Da Car But Dey Know I Be Pushin Da White

Different Chevy N Surp, Digital Dash, No Bank Account

My Money N Bags, Go Thru Da Physics, Cuz When I Whip It

And I Luv To Whip It , Its Jus Anotha Digit, Dis My City, And My City

Ya Gotta Tot Fire!, Ova Town Will Bust Ya Head, Cuz It Wont Slide

Brown Sub Will Wet Cha Ass Like A Dunk Rider

Ya Dead Wrong Fa Thinkin Dem Chicos Wont Ride

Oval Lock Will Revolve Around Dat Big 4-5

Dem Lil Haitians Will Take Ya Ass For A Boat Ride

N Carol City Niggas Quick To Blot A Plain Wit It

Unpack Da Sack And Kill A Gang Wit It!

[Chorus:]

Born N Raised In The County Of Dade

[Continues]

[DJ Khaled:]

Yea Its DJ Khaled Don Dotta

Big Dawg, Pitbull, Terror Squadin

Aka Da Beat Ol' Wa Cain!!!!!!

R.I.P To My Dawg Uncle Al!!!

I Rep My City

Dade County

Gangsta Shit lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Young Jeezy, Bun B, Slick Pulla & Blood Raw)

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

Now I ain't really got time for the he say

she say yellin ova tracks like a motherfuckin DJ

Dey beggin for attention I'm beggin for a reason

masked up get these straps yeh it's unseasoned

These niggas broke they joke

laugh at you niggas sit back and smoke (Ha-Ha)

gangsta shit duffle bag full of bricks

Add it all up save for the chips

HOLY GUACOMOLE! datz a whole lot dip

12 months, run that's a whole lot of flips

well bury ya today datz a whole lot of trips

say he got six chevys now that's a whole lot of whips

(What's up)

[Chorus]

Gangsta shit gangsta shit the way I do my thang gansta shit

gangsta shit I'm just a young ghetto nigga with a big azz chain

[Verse 2: Slick Pulla]

You recreate a shield you betta respect us

betta understand the game, these checks, not checkers

two chunked out chains we call dem double deckers

you comin for that saint nigga we bound to wreck ya

My niggas add flavor to the game like zeteran

bitch my 25th tool I'm a concrete veteran

We eat wheat niggas up like corn on the cob

you a hustla, naw don't quit ya day job!

[Verse 3: Blood Raw]

Errbody claim reson errbody kno the game

I call dem trap actors half the niggas lame

but on the real shit

Felons still tow the heap

real thug bread O.G. like Bun B

Jeezy from the hood

Slick from the gutta

we to real ova here to fall out like Cash Money brothers

Naked boy smith

ran for Evan Smith

Ross facin life and that's rich now that's Gangsta Shit!

[Chorus]

[Verse 4: Bun B]

Cali gon cali ridin tall in his saddle

pullin up low and with that choppa I'm ready for battle

it's gangstas from San Francisco and up to Seattle

We ain't with all that snitchin shit so mane go and get tattle

I'm a dirty south legend and thou shall honor the team

from the land of the long hard

Where we home sellin D

get that dirt weed local

not the indo ship

not to mention the gallons of promenthezine that we sip

Grammy Family lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West, Consequence & John Legend)

[Chorus: Kanye]

Oh it can't Be

G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family

Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry

Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B

But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

[Kanye West]

GLC gon be stoned as Angie

I be Don C, Johnny Patron, and me

It's a celebration bitches more bottles of cham-p-aign

In love with the same stripper that sprung T-Pain

And all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap mayn

dawg I can't keep sayin G.O.O.D music the greatest latest

stuntin out the middle of nowhere like Vegas

From the chi the city of hella haters

where we keep rising to the top like elevators

Hi haters I'm back of hiatus I feel just like you I mean even I hate us

Turn the radio down I mean every song

Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian

Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on

Until Khaled turned up the volume

Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin

Nas done told you come on homie we major

Really Doe told you hoes where we staying

G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playing

Dawg it can't be

G.O.O.D. music the Grammy family

A little bit a stuntin flickin dawg it ain't deep

I'm only trying to spend what they claim you can't keep

before you die so I make sure I stay on the Chi side

like Lakeshore Drive, The Grammy Family

[Consequence]

uh,uh,uh

Ghea uh,uh it's the Cons fool.. word

Oh it can't Be

G.O.O.D. music my Grammy family

Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry

Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam B

And after music meetings wit evenings with Angie

It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me

And we, be in Miami

So when they spot me in Bentley it's gon be a stampede

cuz we be racing Bentleys no different than Grand Prix's

fam please, don't make my man squeeze

And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed

I started independent with owners from land speed

But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed

And sense I got my shot like I was call and man b

I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B

We'll be waiting in the telli like Jamie and Fancy

prolly paintin they nails in nuthin but they panties

And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby

headin to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby

They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath

And I know my nigga Ye told you we was the best dressed

I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step

So what ya'll wanna do when it comes to that next check

And bet Quence and Khaled know what the business is

So open up them envelopes you know who the winners is

Oh, Oh, Oh, The Grammy Family

[John Legend]

La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La La

On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night

Celebrate tonight

Oh it's alright, it's alright... yeah

Problem lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Beanie Sigel & Jadakiss)

[Intro talking]

[Beanie Sigel]

B. Sig in the muthafucka holla at cha boy

Yea Beat Novakane aka Mr. Miami aka Get the Fuckin Job Done

[Verse 1]

[Beanie Sigel]

Yea, when I copp its 4 doors I'm to big for a coup nigga

An when I go to war I don't get shot I just shoot niggas

An I don't trust a nigga as far as I can throw em

Even though I'm feeling strong enough I prolly can roof niggas

Yea, Ya boy back in the booth nigga

I'm off the weed but I'm back on my juice nigga

I beat the case so its off with the suits

Back to Fateegs, black tee’s an Timbaland boots Nigga

The year is new, I want my spot back take 2

Matter fact take the whole click who you know can fly by in the 05-06

When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy

You know I still fuck with State P still fuck wit Dame Dash still fuck wit Jay-Z

Still real steel still recognize real I still feel it in the air

We kill at will here

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped

Now somethin going on wit the Roc

I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up

I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"

Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?

I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell

An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop

[Verse 2]

[Jadakiss]

Yo you gotta hole in you and you bleedin

So its not like I'm just callin you "Pussy" for no reason

Me? I'm a bastard I hit the blunts till I gotta cough then I pass em

Exhaust on the Ashton, that next choice you make might be ya last one

Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom

Real talk now, who's the King of New York now?

Boys got safe in the house, I gotta vault now

From my old grams still, wit my old fam still

Still gettin wireless head that's with no hands

Listen My grandma in compensation compares to yalls is way beyond exist-ions

D-Block daddy new black Caddi comin through knockin Micheal McDonald and Patty

P's of haze is still goin for 8 in the Nati

Rather have God arrest me then Satan ta bag me (Get Serious!)

I'll gladly involve ya moms, Al-Quada Jada I'm only involved with bombs (Uh)

Put my life on it

soon as you put in the hot water all you gotta do is put the ice on it

I been givin to niggas for years I'm responsible for niggas careers Muthafucka!

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped

Now somethin going on wit the Roc

I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up

I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"

Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?

I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell

An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop

[Verse 3]

[Beanie Sigel]

Hold ya head up Cass don't stress wait a come on fast

Keep to yaself just try not ta come off ass

Cause these niggas ain't playin fair

You know stay on ya square, handle ya biz be the man you say you is

I always been that nigga I said I was

You get booked don't budge look at the judge

An stand up an man up an never play those games

Real niggas don't say no names

[DJ Khaled talking]

Yea its the DJ Khaled the Don Donnta the big dog pitbull the Terror Squad-ion

aka the Beat Novakane I'ma problem my album drops june 6th LISTEEENNN!

[Chorus]

[Beanie Sigel]

First Pac got got, Then Big clock stopped

Now somethin going on wit the Roc

I'm hearin shit about a break up, the shit people make up

I'm like "Damn when will it stop?"

Jay an Dame ain't speakin, Game an 50 Cent beefin an Cease got Lil Kim knocked?

I'm hearin all this in the jail while I'm sittin in my cell

An I'm waitin on some mail from the Prop

[Beanie Sigel talking]

Yea, B. Sig fresh out the federal building, fresh on the bricks

Breathin that good air after doin a year and a day man holla at cha boy man

I want my spot back man for real man move over

the king is back to sit in his seat, Holla at cha boy nigga!

Suck a dick with aids on the tip, NOT GUILTY BIOTCH!