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Oh my God, Ronny! Cant wait to see your new body Dont be actin like you dont know nobody Nobody count on your new body Ill be the first one to hit your new body, woah You growing up tonight Im growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight Im growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight We growing up tonight On that new body, old dick dont count One new titty, those tits dont bounce Want, gonna do six, no bounce Gotta run it up before the sun on our account Fuck on the thot, we aint runnin without the stacks Your friends need an ass so we checkin my account One false account, I gotta check it for the stacks Cant wait to see your new body Dont be actin like you dont know nobody Nobody count on your new body Ill be the first one to hit your new body, woah You growing up tonight Im growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight Im growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight We growing up tonight Funny how the problems is the situation You and her are somethin, now on vacation Going for the son, like the vacation Two weeks here is like a stay-cation Take facetime, wanna stay patient What they gonna do, huh, stay ace huh? Cant wait to see your new body Now youre actin like you dont know nobody You said that no body count on this new body You growing up tonight Im growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight Im growing up tonight We growing up tonight You growing up tonight We growing up tonight

Boy, I said it once before But baby, Im just making sure I know that there is nothing more than you So they can take it all away I dont need it anyway I just want another day with you Some people just dont know what they have But boy, Im so glad I got you Some people say they search all their life But boy, its so nice I found you Some people want it all I dont want nothing at all If it aint you, baby If I aint got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything It means nothing, nothing If I aint got you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you, you you you, you you you So people looking forward to The things they cant afford to do All Im looking forward to is you You could never sacrifice Boy, you know Im really fine I would even give my life for you Some people just dont know what they have But boy, Im so glad I got you Some people say they search all their life But boy, its so nice I found you Some people want it all I dont want nothing at all If it aint you, baby If I aint got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything It means nothing nothing If I aint got you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you, you you you, you you you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you, you you you, you you you Uh, yeah Thats how I feel I wanna say more, but... The last record I did with Kanye Talked your ear off so, haha All I wanna say is... Baby, baby Nothing in this whole wide world Dont mean a thing I aint got you with me, baby Some people want it all I dont want nothing at all If it aint you, baby If I aint got you, baby Some people want diamond rings Some just want everything It means nothing nothing If I aint got you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you Ooh, you you you, you you you, you you yo

The world at my sneakers Gold pieces molded with Jesus features Give streets the fever from the way I spit the Ether Came on the scene at 19 a gritty fiend for Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper Decimal doctor, multiply to get richer Im a entrepreneur, Im the heart of the city Im a part of the sewers, Im the honorable Diddy I taste the dirt in my sweat, thats from the Harlem struggle All in my swagger thats the reason why I got my hustle I got the highest stature, Miami diamond flasher I got you caught in the most flyest and stylish rapture My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest My first album due to him, that was my biggest project Now Im the illest known to walk like the illest soldier And when I smoke, only roll up with the illest doja You sit and mull it over my venom a killer cobra Its Harlem USA, I diddy bop and shop with Oprah Nigga what From my voice Im killing em I shed my blood About everything I love To the eye blacker, over handed face the palm smacker Good scrapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patrón splasher, fuck Cris, spit atcha I call it rich ignorant laughter Black American express card all grey now, its scratched up From constant usage, girl kidnapper, pop tags off tags Poppa making monster music, and still I Costra Nostra Big roaster, skin cola, girl when I send for ya Bring friends wontcha? Im from the 80s, NYC 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school blue malaroma Wrist glowing, ho-ing, fly off in a Boeing Slide off with your ho, and spend six figures on her My persona, Sean John unforgivable cologne Copping the biggest diamonds makes me sorta bi-polar Ferrari to Phantom, vehicles for high rollers The studded chain around my neck, it makes the night colder Nigga what From my voice Im killing em I shed my blood About everything I love The Queens Crypt keeper, Mets hat rocker Pretty bitch slobber, ex-robber Heister, my own life biographer Pants sagging, Bentley whipping Summer Jam stopper, Timb Chuck wearing Cranapple Vodka, then I spray choppers A doctor in the jungles of Haiti made me Draped in paisley bandanas, suits with Adam Stacey Cigar like Dick Tracy, its dark I get spacey Alcohol and laced weed, that was part of my 80s The Cartier consiglieres be near me Canary yellow cuts in my pinky yearly Liz Taylor tried to jux me Cause I keep it green like the other side of Bill Bixby When he gets mean Think fast fore I blast hoes like Grassy Knoll Went from scraggly old clothes to the illest fashion And realest rappin Pablo back on the scene, wont roll back up with green Strictly paper cruising through the strip in Vegas Two of New Yorks biggest niggas Yall used to hate us, but now you love us Nas and Diddy, power hustlers Nigga what From my voice Im killing em I shed my blood About everything I love

*Lyrics from Snippet* ... proclaim Jesus, Jesus name And this in Jesus name Your name, we proclaim Everybody in here Throw your hands in the air Ch-ch- cheer, ch-ch-cheer He died for us The Devil lied to us But we know God gon be the one that ride for us We need him more, we work from one to four Locked up, now its one and three Thirteenth amendment, end it on me, thats free Set my people free, set my people free, free Jesus gon set my people free, free Set my people free, set my people free, free Thirteenth amendment, gotta end it, thats on me Set my people free, set my people free, free Set my people free, set my people free, free Thirteenth amendment, gotta end it Thirteenth amendment, gotta end it Jesus set my people free Jesus set my people free Jesus set my people free Jesus set my people free Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Hey, hey

Lyrics From Snippet tonight I promise you shes just my Whos to say that the trust will be mine? Whos to say that my trust will be right? Whos to say that my trust will be right? Daylight, daylight

{Dirty Money Crew} Yo... yea! "Show em how to move in a-" "Show em how to move in a-" "Show em how to move in a-" "Show em how to-" "Show em how to-" "Show em how to move in a-" "Show em how to move in a-" "Show em how to move in a room fulla vultures" [- Jay-Z Yo, yea... Its that Dirty Money... Yeah, its that Dirty Money Babe... I wanna wake up in the morning to your face... Im fucked to buy you love, I swear and thats a game... Tell me deep down that you feel the same... The same way... Ohh babe... I know when in my heart my life gon change... Thats why Im playin along with ya game... All this shit here got me feelin strange... Oooh BAAAAAAABE You make my love come down, you make my love come down I feel you love me now, I feel you love me now You make my LOVE come down! You make my LOVE come down! I feel you love me now, I feel you love me now Babe... You got me caught up in this love game... The funny thing is that I dont mind playin... Im in it for the win, so whatchu sayin? Im ready... Ohh babe... My hearts on overload and youre the blame... Lookin for a future with you babe... Willing to give me your last name... Ooh baaaaaaaa-baaaaay You are now listenin to the sounds of Dirty Money {You are now listening to the sounds, of Dirty Money} Yo, turn me up a lil bit Aiyyo, check this out.. London, Paris, where we goin next? Shit~! I dont know, what planet would you suggest? Wherever we go you just bring a little dress And Ill just take care oall the rest I feel like affection, Im givin you my best Im underestimated as the greatest one left So if you ready to fly, better take a deep breath I put you in the sky and take yo heart up outcha chest Now you got me goin in... -- We can sit under the sun until your skin change Now whatchu REALLY know about ownin a big plane? Landin on the Autobahns, come with champagne Aint that a damn shame? Cmon I want a feeling I can feel I want a love, I know, is real I cant believe, this is happenin to me Baby right here is where I wanna BEEEEEEE... {You are now listening to the sounds, of Dirty Money} You make my love come down... {Dirty Money Crew} I feel you love me now... Oh-oh! Aiyyo, aiyyo I aint finished wit you Now the funny thing is that the world stop spinnin When my energy in the air You could sell the world twice, still never compare +Been Around the World+ so many times, I got my own atmosphere Now, London, Paris, where we goin next? I dont know, what planet would you suggest? Wherever we go you just bring a little dress And Ill just take care oall the rest Dirty Money, cmon Baby, can you love me down? Can you give me all I told you we was gon make moves, baby Its Dirty Money, motherfuckers {Dirty Money Crew} *fades*

Runnin from the scene, Hammer in my jeans Dead bodies behind me, the copsll never find me Arm & Hammer Clean on my way to the honeycombe Hustle all night tell my bitch Im never coming home Be there in the morning, stop cryin bitch The sun is home, drop it on the living room table Bitch the money home, I know you aint gon stay once the money gone So while Im rich I pull my dick and get my fuckin on Youngin on some real "Gangsta Gangsta" shit Blame it on the neighborhood I was sanctioned in But Imma make sure we get them acres Tell em fuck computers, we good with paper Tell em fuck the world cause Im hood by nature Feelin that way is how the hoodll make ya The hood is vacant, the streets are empty, yeah Mr. Bush, rebuild the city, but Yeah, over like yesterday floatin to the floodgates This is New Orleans, welcome to the blood state A blood bath, and you aint nothin but tub bait No political justice not even the judge safe If his ass cant swim he get a closed case We need our own space, I aint talkin about Jupiter No luck, no help and we the fuckin future Im a hoosier, usually the cool one But when I need it, I turn into a looter God forgive, but do he forgive the brutal Even when its for the better of your junior Soon you see that lifes just another movie And the main character dies at the end, usually Theres nothin that havent been done that you can do to me I been hit, I been shot nigga shoot at me! Yeah, money on the mind, murder in the plans Disturbin if you may, but its dinner for the fam Hustler by law, support when I can Hustle when I can, tell me nothing Im a man Smell my shit as I walk off the stand Nuts to my feet with my heart in my hand Pardon my G, but Im one of a kind Been shot two times, here to put it in a rhyme Slow lane, move the Coupe like a 5 If I get pulled over, bitch Im gon do time And I know my niggas love me, but they cant do mine So I gotta be smart, get bread or get behind Get lost or get in line But the carpets still fine So keep tryin, the whole world turnin back But we keep tryin until we get our piece, no piece Keep Firin Bah

Ha-ha ha-ha ooh... You know weve been struggling for such a long time Working here and there just to get by Its finally time for me to get mine No more robbing Peter so we can pay Paul Or going to Mamas house to make a phone call No we dont have to struggle at all Cause now every day is feeling like Friday Im getting paid and doing it my way Were finally on our way Baby now its time to celebrate Oh live it up, we can go crazy Live it up, you and me baby Live it up, live it up, live it up Were flying high, dont wanna come down Well let em know all over town and Live it up, live it up, live it up No more putting it in the layaway Cause boo, I got the money today Come on and go to the mall and lets play Lets go raise a toast to the days ahead You cant take it with you when youre dead You might as well enjoy it now instead Oh now, its about to be a long evening Well party through the rest of the weekend Were finally on our way Baby now its time to celebrate Oh live it up, we can go crazy Live it up, you and me baby Live it up, live it up, live it up Were flying high, dont wanna come down Well let em know all over town and Live it up, live it up, live it up We can fly so high in the moonlit sky Cause theres no more cloudy days Its so beautiful, when you feel the flow We can dance the night away Do you remember when times were hard? Oh so hard Through it all, weve come so far So we gotta live it up So we can just celebrate theres no more pain Raise your glass and feel no shame Oh so we gotta live it up Oh live it up, we can go crazy Live it up, you and me baby Live it up, live it up, live it up Were flying high, dont wanna come down Well let em know all over town and Live it up, live it up, live it up Oh its time to celebrate baby Said we dont have to worry no more We dont have to struggle no more So does it feel good to you? I know it feels good to you, yeah Hmm, we dont have worry no more We dont have to struggle no more, yeah Its time to celebrate baby Yeah we gotta live it up

Listen You may see me in cars and clothes But all this money cant make me happy See this life aint all I know Sometimes I wish that I could fly away I guess you suppose That all this money can make you happy So I just want you to know Sometimes I wish that I could fly away Now I would wish you the best And I would wish you success But I would never want to wish you my stress These haters would love to see holes through my tissue and flesh And I assume if they miss you, you blessed And the pretty women dont even want to kiss you unless You in a Mitchell & Ness Or you push through the best But when I speak I make sure every issues addressed Before they twist you and mess And try to diss you in press And most cops want to frisk you I guess They figure rap stars always move with the pistol and vest Listen It aint easy as it looks with me Some execs is as greasy as the crooks would be Some women are as sleezy as the hookers be And how Im supposed to do right with with so much wrong around me Get rid of the weak And keep the strong around me Everybody who come along belong around me you know Kanye to the I ask God to help me fly away And if not Then please keep your eye on me These niggas is bringing out the worst side of me When you wired me You inspired me To become the higher me These execs All want the details How I made the world bounce like Full messages on e-mails But they hiding something like she-males So We still Pull up in Sprewells The ice and me chill Like Goldmember, I love gold Whats the point to gain the world if you lose your soul Now Niggas forcing me to keep the heat up Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever I went platinum And I dont rap guns My diamonds is whiter than Michael Jacksons Me and Miri make music you can hold in time So take a second to listen it may blow your mind

Damn, here we go again Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam Now everything Im not, made me everything I am Damn, here we go again People talking shit, but when shit hit the fan Everything Im not, made me everything I am Ill never be picture perfect Beyoncé Be light as Al B., or black as Chaun-cey Remember him from Blackstreet, he was as black as the street was I never be as laid back as this beat was I never could see why people reach a Fake ass facade that they couldnt keep up You see how I creeped up You see how I played the big role in "Chicago" like Queen Latifah I never rock a mink coat in the sum-time like Killa Cam Or rock some mi-mink boots in the winter time like Will.I.Am Let me know if you feel it man I just messed up on my rap, live TV like damn But hey, hey here we again yeah He-here we go again People talking this but when this hit the fan Everything Im not made me Now break it down Yo, off the top of the dome, dome Shout out to Chi-town where I call home Coast to coast, LA to New York to London to Paris Shout out to Barry Thats my security guard Cause my rhymes is hard Listen up I got to praise god For the number one spot that I got cause Im hot And everything I am cause of everything I was not Cause I never was shot They said Id never make raps to hit the block Or never sold a crack rock But now everybody on the jock And I got the game lock Everybody bring it back With the rap I dont know how to act I go crazy Backstage, Beyoncé and Jay-Z And LeBron and Im gone Im the don, number one Keep going going on Got to keep it going on I keep goin goin goin yeah I keep flowin flowin flowin Yo, I meant to freestyle, I meant to mess up Yall meant to dress up Ay yo, Im fresh up Who fresher than Mr. West uh No-no-no-no-nobody Im talking all yall right now The blogs, the blogs Yo, they try to dis me But they can not see Im on Saturday Night getting busy Yall wish ya can be me, hey mama can you see me? Hey daddy can you see me? Im rocking on your TV Yall thought theyd never let me back in NBC, see? La La La Laaaa

Hip hop, uh When I fight and you fight, we dont fight fair So I guess Ill see you in my nightmares Just remember I made you like my Nike Air Ye-Yeezys, please be easy To kill the animosity thats in the air Ill touch every curve of your body like a Herve Leger And this wasnt no ordinary love Our sex wasnt ordinary drugs Its that crack, that crystal meth I mean it gets so wet, I had to go in depth I mean the bitch so fresh I had to go in debt Ru-running my credit card til theres no more left Uh but thats cool, you wife and Ill be groom I thought I had a sign a Seal like Heidi Klum Like Jay and B, like Chris and Ri But this Christmas youll be missing me He walks outside for a cigarette break And thinks how many cigarettes does it take He takes a long drag with the sun in his eye He squints, he thinks, he starts to sigh Sometimes he cry When he thinks about his girlfriend on his side She held him down, she made him better Fought for love through fucked up weather And she thinking about her life With no more work, just being a wife But instead, her love she gave it to a man Who fought against her lovely plans So when she goes to work, plus go to school Plus fight for love, she must feel like a fool She want the ease to come after pain She fights for love thats her campaign Word, word, yo I try to stick it out with her through thick and thin So whether she was thick or thin I was still stickin in But like when I left shorty with the rest of my friends I guess all good things had to come to an end Instead of moving forward she rather pretend Because like a tattoo artist, I get under her skin So she hatin on the kid and its plain to see I got her punchin at the screen like she playin the Wii She only think about me when her cash is low And she heard my name brought up by them classy hoes Cause she at the same nail shop where Cassie goes And she up in the club where Vashtie goes And it start to drive her nuts like pistachios Cause I guess the g shocked her like a Casio Then you shot yourself in the foot like Plaxico And thats too much drama so you had to go

Look at that shit. They took my fucking stage off of SNL. Without asking me. Now Im bummed. That and Taylor Swift, fake ass. Now I aint gonna do this, we breaking the motherfucking internet. I went through six years of this fucking shit. Lets get to it bro. Lets get to it bro. Are they fucking crazy? Bro, by fifty percent. Stanley Kubrick, Apostle Paul, Picasso, fucking Picasso, and Escobar. By fifty percent, more influential than any other human being. Dont fuck with me. Dont fuck with me. Dont fuck with me. By fifty percent, dead or alive. By fifty percent for the next thousand years. Stanley Kubrick, Ye.

For the lot in the silver The universe align I dont wanna look into the past I know Wanna speed in being, we dont need the time We dont need to fight, we aint gotta lie You aint gotta lie, I could feel your light I could take and lie, I am taking signs Take it for the might, take it for the might All up in a mine, all up in a line Oh no, its in the sky, waitin for the fright I got more than I wanna want the time You still take me to the light every time You take me to the light every time And the stars will align every time You aint lyin You aint lyin, you aint lyin You take me to the light every time You know, scenic burst, I know what running for your mind You aint sayin fore you die, you all crazy, you was mine You could summon in my vine, I was fun in your prime I need sun all with my vine, I got motherfuckin mind Keep it classy though Keep em gassin on em Theres a fine line Theres a fine line, baby And you still take me to the light every time You still take me to the light every time It seem like our stars align every time You aint lyin You aint lyin, you aint lyin You gon take me to the light every time Ayy, dont stop, wanna see, okay, uh Nigga, I was, I was born, nigga, DOA, uh Niggas treatin lot of shit but I dont see your face, uh Take a step on the throne, we gon beat the base, uh Take a stage, take the throne, we can take the stage, uh Make a stage, make em lay, make it on the stage, uh Play for maze on the day for a paper chase, uh Take the stage, make it pay, make it face for face

This is a classic, just add this to the rest of them + See I know what you all like Thats why its goin to be alright Everything is all night Harlem back be alright, Fo Reel be alright, Ma$e is back be alright Ma$e said cmon, Mike said chamone Started up early like Raven-Symoné Keisha Knight-Pull, Emmanuel I dropped out of school with no manual Nothin handed to dude but did I complain Every time magazines try to taint my name But yall cant hold me down like restraint I took the T off out the word cant round same time when Nas said I can Bush for sendin our fam to Iran Im in the club with a henny ass in my other hand Lord please forgive me, Im just a man Right now Im trying to make some adjustments Before they do me like they did Janet and Just and em Me and my cuz and them Trying to rap like bust and them And my clothes was busted and bummy But I aint eva, eva, accept no money from these so called sponsors They was in Benzes, I was in Hondas Now I wonder where they all at like Ananda Hmm... yea... that something to ponder The money I make on this ones for Donda Thats West to you, you the next I cant hold my breath for you What you need to do is turn it up some decibels And put some more zeroes in front of that decimal, nigga Arm frozen on, diamonds and all Maserati, Bugatti that rode in on Different color Louis open toes and all I try to tell the chick dont expose it all Country dudes mouth full of gold and all Bay area chick, cornrows and all I do it right, I do my wife I leave the hoes for yall From the boutique, I might close the mall I drink my Geico and turn it Gecko I wave the Roley, you wave the Seiko, need I say mo More diamond than LisaRaye Im no replica, I am the DNA Breeze cool, leave you like a hurricane Somebody get killed, the whole borough blame M.A. dollar, what a thorough name No matter who comes through, Im forever the king I shoulda neva left the game, thats what a cutie said Still chicks throwin me up like newly wed Im grown and sexy, done with the groupie head In the milk white Phantom seats, and ruby red You heard the rumor, listen to the facts I drop my cars in pairs like pitty pat When Im done with this track, it feel like biggie back The game is country I came to bring the city back I came, I came to bring the city back Fo Reel put your hands up Good Music put your hands up Bad Boy put your hans up Rocafella put your hands up Chi-town put your hands up NY put your hands up Miami put your hands up Texas put hands up

Man I promise, when I get old enough Imma buy you a limo, and we gon go to Red Lobster And you can get all the.. all the lobster tail that you want Cause Ima be rich! Yeah Ima be rich, uhh... When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, Cons dont forget em I finally got my first real money So should I turn Hollywood? I probably could And turn my back on the hood And never go back, but I aint with that See this is where I learned to rap And this is where I learned to scrap And this is how I learned to stack Penny by penny and bit by bit Watchin the older heads move brick by brick And one hand would wash the other And one aunt would watch your brother And your father wound up watchin your mother And the prettiest smile you ever discovered Becomes when you call her face And your second cousin lost his case They gave him 25-to-life, what a waste And they tryin to pay your lawyer, but they just ignore ya So he ended up goin upstate, uhh When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, Cons dont forget em I finally got my first real money so of course they all Up in my grill cause they need help with the bills And Im like "Homey just chill I got you my nig, just let me get big" And I promise Ill be back, cause I need the feedback And the honesty every time that you react Cause nothin can buy that, nothin provides that Cept when you drive back And cruise through the blocks of the hood youre from To holla at your folks, thats the rule of thumb Cause yall came up together, yall was crew from young But some of them went on to abuse them drugs Confusin love, for they addiction Now they out there on a mission And lost sight of the dos and donts But Ill be wrong if I forgot so I wont When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, Cons dont forget em You are me, and I am you And I wont ever forget, word Uhh When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em When you make that money boy They say dont you forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, dont dont forget em Dont forget em, Cons dont forget em

Oooooh Thats Lloyd Banks momma singin You betta tell your boy to keep his mouth closed Or he gon get a black tux And a free wake How my bow tie lookin? You ready? Lets go When I see Lloyd Banks its goin, If you in the car wit em you betta get, Automatic rifle And Im blastin on sight so Ski mask, Im psycho My gun got night scope Two in the leg knocked em, From Thirty feet away he fell, Touch kids like Michael One roll of the dice, oh! You wanna gamble wit your life Nigga die slow Now your casket goin, Tony Yayo tried to run I chased him, Cause I hate the Jakes Pat him down take his cake He wanna be a clown nigga Might as well paint his face And thats how I get, Fuck G-Unit nigga Im not Used to ride wit em Slice up the pie wit em Got kicked out the group Cause I wasnt gon die wit em And thats how it went, At Hot 97 we came, Had Thirty niggas wit me Niggas that sport the Dickies Hoppin out of cabs We just want to talk to 50 We wanna know whats goin Security pulled heat it went, Had to shake the block I aint tryna face the cops Heard a couple shots Then I seen the shell cases drop Told P-nut to get, I looked back and saw my nigga goin, I said,"homie we cant leave em" What if my nigga dyin Soon as we hit Houston then We heard police sirens Oh shit!, its goin, Guns out, they tellin him to get, He on both knees Blood squirtin out his jeans Catch 22 should I go to jail or flee the scene Either way its goin, So I hopped in the truck and went, Broadway in a black suburban One thing on my mind Go hard til them fags get murdered Cause he tried to get my nigga shot, But he survived and now he goin To the station Police at the Double-U waitin On me to arrive and now I gotta shake em They wanna take a nigga, We on the same elevator goin, Dodger fitted Got the Hova lean So they aint notice me Now they mad as fuck And gotta watch my Range Rover leave Hit the 95 and head, Its to Philly so I can lay it, Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X Kicked up my Air Nikes Then I slept the whole flight Had a dream about it goin, Woke up and saw my plane comin, Missed the palm trees Sunshinin everyday New Yorks my second home But Im from in L.A And I hold shit, The throne was empty so I sat, And just handled my biz Theres two sides to every westside story And I just tell it like it is And thats how it went, On my son thats all that went, So stop tellin them lies to all them motherfuckin magazines And radio stations nigga you know what happened Me and Lloyd Banks aint, Keep talkin shit, ill lay you, You niggas ran out the backdoor nigga All I wanted to do was holla man To see what was what Yall was too fuckin scared to come, Youve been to Compton, you know how I get, So fuck yall nigga And its like that For life

You are now watching a mastermind at work The Graduates are in the building Travis Scott! Hey, ayo get the camera outta my face man Not to be rude or anything, just like chill Aye, yo Aye check this man Hey yom watch out Aye, aye gimme that camera Get out of my face! Now who says I need a mansion To do what I do man, Im about to go and get paid And If I say Ima do it I put my feet to the floor, stickin to the pavement No need to say less, no need for introductions When I hit the stage, best believe they know my name Cause it comes with fame Ha, episode take one, take two, take three Matter fact, matter fact, take five See im live in the building This Sicilian backstage, selling out pavilions live Correct like Nazis, the paparazzi, the flashest hot They salute and watch me Damn they got me in my vintage Nikes Hate me, love me, watch me Watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me Love me, hate me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me, watch me Now who says I need a mansion Now who says I need a reset Love me, hate me, watch me, watch me You are now watching a mastermind at work Ha! Yeah man, the Graduates They just dont understand yknow I mean the camera guy saw it Askin too many questions We the Graduates baby, the Graduates! Christopher Jones, Travis Scott Thats it! We the Graduates, Graduates!

La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I like to make it You know Ill make it Lose control La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I like to make it You know Ill make it Lose control Ooh baby Let me be your playground Push it out and catch it on the rebound Turn it out swinging from this pole Imma make you Gyrate then spin it like a yo-yo Slap the back and jiggle it like jell-o Honey if you came for a show Imma make you La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la Up and down baby You know I like to make it La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la Up and down baby You know I like to make it Bump the beat Just watch the way I pump it The way I work, its gonna keep you coming Do a dance thats so sexual Imma make you Dont trip You know you wanna watch this Im a pro you wont be disappointed Gonna leave you beggin for more Imma make you La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I like to make it You know Ill make it Now can you take it La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la Up and down baby You know I like to make it I like to make it Ew wee baby My lips as sweet as honey When I put em in your face Gonna make you spend ya money Come on or youre gonna miss it Ding dong dont you wanna kiss it Watchin me do a dance Makin you so horny If you want a little taste Gotta show me how much you want Pop it Bounce, bounce Clap, clap You like dat? I did a tease to bring you to yo knees baby Broke you down made you feel sleezy Then you said "You fine muthafucka, I like it, I like it" I did a tease to bring you to yo knees baby Now you know that pimpin aint easy Then you said "You fine muthafucka, I like it, I like it" La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I like to make it You know Ill make it Now can you take it La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la Up and down baby You know I like to make it I like to make it La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I like to make it You know Ill make it Now can you take it La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la-la I like to make it You know Ill make it Now can you take it

I want to make some real love, ya dadada That was kinda raw Yo ma, that melody, that shine Step up in this bitch like Im the one your bitch like Mack you down like a quick dyke Tell your friends they can hitchhike And your tan looking just right She grabbing on my, like She want to see if itll fit right Waves dont die Let me crash here for the moment I dont need to own it No lie Waves dont die, baby Let me crash here for a moment Baby, I dont, I dont need to own you No lie, no lie, no lie You set this night on fire Still gon be here in the morning, no lie Step up in this bitch like Im the one your bitch like Mack you down like a quick dyke Make your man take a hitchhike He dont understand how you hit right Try it on if it fit right Try this on if its just right Yeah Waves dont die Let me crash here for the moment I dont need to own it No lie Waves dont die, baby Let me crash here for a moment Baby, I dont, I dont need to own you No lie Check me Check me Check me

When it comes to these guns my menll clap this Bullets I will send you access Im about to Reynolds Wrap this School all the haters, blue is the gators Do me a favor dawg dont do me no favors Ive put undercovers, under covers Not only that I put guns to mothers Sons and brothers, aunts, nieces, nephews Cousins to in-laws, no ones above us Guns in Ruckers now no one can duck us Your parents aint shit, yall the sons of suckers Son of a bitch, I sell the slugs Keep a shotgun like Elmer Fudd You could tell the judge dawg I sat in the cell with thugs One year and eight months still felt the love Act drastic killa, pack plastic You rap black bastard get your cap clapped backwards Round ice, Im as nice as Gretzky Dug Lewinsky NC like Mike Krzyzewski Bomb missions, Saddam vision But I send you a tape of your sister and your mom kissin My dick that is, see how I foul them bitches is Four minutes they gon lick my kids But no presents, keep your Rolies I dont want you to teach me or mold me I don’t need you to hold me, lease me or loan me Ma I ain’t gonna feed you a phony Keep it as homies or leave me alone B Apologize?, I’m not sorry I done came through got my jollies, undercovers say not the Ferrari Yes he did do a part in dolly What color he get? hot tamale Who in the car with him, Oh my god its Hollys Robinson and Berry, Fuck Eric Benet Send slugs wherever you stay Matter fact have her back, she was just used She get married every two years the bitch is confused Come to ice, I get it in cubes Tried to get another bracelet, my wrist just refused Bout time that I get at you dudes If you wore size 30 couldn’t fit in these shoes That cokey though, it fit in these shoes Fuck the okie doke, opinion and views Why you runnin, I’m gunnin, your linen is through Bust you onion, a bunyon, any limb you can lose I spit rounds, to cut kids down And I sign to the Roc man don’t suck dick now Dame looked out signed a gem It’s all creme de la creme, now run tell a friend Cats say how I get out my deal? Dawg I pulled out my steal, I’m bout it for real I ran in the Sony buildings Smack grown folks around like they were only children No one outta line, cause they spotted nines I want out an yall sign on the dotted line Word homie I aint kidding you hops Only one to leave Sony without getting dropped I’m about getting Glocks, I’m about hittin blocks I’m about findin bitches that’s about lickin cock Niggas ballin but they hoop game is sloppy Dudes ill knock me, coupes ill drop me Ask Luca Brasi Before I come the mood be groggy I hit four five, Hallelujah Papi Yo I’m tryin to get through to Papi I’m paying thirty-four and I want two from Papi So you think you loc, we locer You got that diplomat tattoo We like coastra nostra It’s perpetual, sit up in correctional Come through shoot up a precinct like The Professional Jim Jones get indicted just let me know Put up the house buy the perico We movin down to Mexico Yeah there they won’t mention me Call Tavisia we need new identities You want Santiago I’m Jose Perez, down there they don’t know them heads, shit Who don’t think I’m the Don of Dons then bet me Shit the way I bomb Saddam respects me R-O-C, runnin that rap shit Cam’ron, runnin that crack shit Santana, runnin that gat shit Beef nigga? that’s it, we come through and clap quick Jimmy Jones, believe me that’s it Fuck with Zeke you know you get slapped, bitch I’m downtown, Gucci or Sack Fifth Tripped on and licked on and yes by a bad bitch

Oh my God, Ronny! Cant wait to see your new body Dont be acting like you dont know nobody No body count on your new body Cant wait to see your new body Ill be the first one to hit your new body, woah You goin out tonight, Im goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, Im goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, we goin out tonight Thats two plus one On that new body, old dick dont count One new titty, those tits dont bounce Want, gonna do six, no bounce Gotta run it up before the sun on our account Fuck on the thot, we aint runnin without the stacks Your friends need an ass so we checkin my account One false account, I gotta check it for the stacks Cant wait to see your new body Dont be acting like you dont know nobody No body count on your new body Ill be the first one to hit your new body, woah You goin out tonight, Im goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, Im goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, we goin out tonight Uh, uh, face down Funny how the problems is the situation You and her are somethin, now on vacation And never gonna settle for this vacation Going for the son, like the vacation Two weeks here is like a stay-cation Take facetime, wanna stay patient What they gonna do, huh, stay ace huh? Cant wait to see your new body Now youre actin like you dont know nobody You said that no body count on this new body Im in love with your new body You goin out tonight, Im goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, Im goin out tonight, we goin out tonight You goin out tonight, we goin out tonight

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Cant nobody love me like you do Cant nobody love me like you do Cant nobody love me like you do Cant nobody love me like you do

A body map of Kanye Wests tattoos, starting from the top-right, working down to bottom-left Madonna and Child Mothers birthdate Saint West L.T.W Dragon Scroll North Wests Birthdate

Whats— We gonna go through a couple of things tonight We gon go—We gon party, of course Gonna be some emotional songs Were gon take it all the way back for yall Then we gon keep it in the truest essence of hip hop The battle! We gotta keep it in the battle, right, yall? Yall ready for that? Alright Lets do it Let me hear yall R-O-C, we running this rap sh— Memphis Bleek, we running this rap sh— B. Sigel, we running this rap sh— Ugh, ugh, ugh, yeah! Freeway, we running this rap sh— O and Sparks, we running this rap sh— Chris and Neef, we running this rap sh— Watch out! We run New York The takeover, the breaks over, homie God MC! Me! Hey, lil soldier, you aint ready for war R-O-C too strong for yall Its like bringing a knife to a gunfight, pen to a test Your chest in the line of fire with your thin-ass vest You bringing them boys to men, how them boys gon win? This is grown man B-I-, get you rolled in the triage, bi-atch Your reach aint long enough, dunny Your peeps aint strong enough, uh-uh Roc-A-Fella is the army, better yet the navy Sure, we will kidnap your babies, spit at your lady We bring knife to fistfight, kill the grammar We kill you itty-bitty ants with a sledgehammer Dont let me do it to em, dunny, cause I overdo it So he wont confuse it with "just rap music" R-O-C, we running this rap sh— B. Sigel, we running this rap shit M-Easy, running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, thats it Freeway, we running this rap sh— O and Sparks, we running this rap sh— Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit! Watch out! We run New York! I dont care if you Mobb Deep, I hold triggers to crews You little *—*, I got money stacks bigger than you When I was pushing weight, back in 88 You was a ballerina, I got the pictures, I seen ya Then you dropped "Shook Ones," switched your demeanour Well, we dont believe you, you need more people Roc-A-Fella, students of the game, we passed the class Cause nobody can read you dudes like we do Dont let em gas you, like, "Jigga is ass, and wont clap you" Trust me on this one, Ill detach you Mind from spirit, body from soul Theyll have to hold a mass, put your body in a hole Oh no, youre not on my level; get your brakes tweaked I sold what your whole album sold in my first week You guys dont want it with Hov Ask Nas—he dont want it with Hov, no! R-O-C, we running this rap sh— B. Sigel, running this rap shit M-Easy, running this rap shit Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, thats it Freeway, we running this rap sh— O and Sparks, we running this rap sh— Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit Watch out! We run New York I know you miss it, Nas—the But along with celebrity Comes bout 70 shots to your frame, homie Yous a Naww, yous the fag model for Karl Kani, Esco ads Went from Nasty Nas to "Escos trash" Had a spark when you started, but now, youre just garbage Fell from "Top Ten" to "not mentioned at all" To your bodyguards "Oochie Wally"s verse better than yours Matter of fact, you had the worst flow on the whole entire song But I know: the sun dont shine if son dont shine Thats why your careers come to an end Its only so long fake thugs can pretend Homie, you aint live it; you witnessed it from your folks pad You scribbled it in your notepad, created your life I showed you your first TEC, on tour with Large Professor Then, I heard your album about your TEC on the dresser So yeah, I sampled your voice; you was using it wrong You made it a hot line; I made it a hot song And you aint get a coin, homie, you was getting plugged then I know who I paid, God: Serchlite Publishing Use your You said youve been in this ten Ive been in it five—smarten up, Nas Four albums in ten years, homie? I can divide Thats one every... hmm, two; two of them things was due One was , the other was Illmatic Thats a one-hot-album-every-ten-year average And thats so Homie, switch up your flow Your shit is garbage—what, you tryna kick knowledge? You cats gonna learn to respect the king Dont be the next contestant on that Unplugged screen Because you-know... Did you-know-what with you-know-who Lets just keep that between me and you, ma R.O.C., we running this rap sh— B. Sigel, running this rap sh— M-Easy, running this rap sh— Get zipped up in plastic; when it happens, thats it Freeway, we running this rap sh— O and Sparks, we running this rap sh— Chris and Neef, we running this rap shit Watch out!! We run New York! R-O-C!

Lyrics from Snippet ...I keep my gun everywhere I go, like DJ Khaleds son Everywhere I go Everywhere I go I heard you cant say fag no more, spic no more, kike no more I heard you cant say bitch no more...

Niggas cant be serious, man Yo, yo Yo, Im the reason metal detectors go off the meter Cause Ill run through the airport with the heater Gets the fag at his plane, and if I miss him Put two in his brain at the baggage claim Give him... heavy sluggage, tryna get his luggage Send him to the crossroads, we way too thuggish Shit, we at odds til we even up Til you leave on a stretcher or I leave in cuffs Niggas wanna live, they done breathed enough And I bet you next time theyll believe in us It dont take much brains to know we bust things My gat must bang, through your Mustang Ma ma se, ma ma sa, ma ma ku sa Niggas seen Kanye, red dotted them Hurry up, stash the guns, the cops gon come And we gon say we dont know who shot at em Come on All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas Yall niggas ready for war? Im ready Easy with the clip, girl, hold it steady Man Im bout to squeeze back, cock and bust hot lyrics Cock back, pop, and touch yall spirits Send em to hell, make their residence more evil This beat here make me wanna kill four people Three niggas and one hoe, turn bitches to Jane Doe Send em past rainbows, with the ankles Hit em from all angles, bring the pain though Blow out the candles, the shows been cancelled Man, yall niggas better believe somethin Fore I squeeze somethin and leave somethin It aint nothin with my real niggas All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas I feel like one lady, five babies and four fathers Six months searchin for jobs and no offers No heat cept for the stove Sleep with two layers of clothes, still wakin up cold Im real, like AIDS Like the pain you feel when your nigga get strained Thats why I got issues like I got pistols I gotta make your mama cry but I got tissues I confess, Im a gangsta But I drop my flag, still cock back and drop a fag Leave him in a bag with a tag on his metatarsals Awfully ill, man, awfully real Thugged out, but Im Gods property still And if I up the steel, Ima probably kill If not, youre paralyzed from the waist down Alright dog, youre the king? Im the ace now Face down All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas All I have is my real niggas Get this cash with my real niggas Give my last to my real niggas Cock back, blast, for my real niggas

Lyrics from Snippets Higher, higher Its like standing in the ocean People say I want world peace Jeromes niece get shot in the dome-piece ... I fucked your ex and sent a text out of respect It was good sex, honorable mention to the neck

At times, I used to wonder why theres nothing in my wallet Til I accept the faith like Ms. Wallace That life is like Creflo speaking at a college So listen up or you might miss the dollars This is it, I promise Anyhow, I dont get tip-top honors Then at least save my spot at the hip-hop honors And lets be honest: we dont need a lie detector Dont try to make a scene like you was once my investor You never believed so you aint got a lot of Dexter But thats exactly where the blame starts Cause they be throwing dirt like Lebron before the game starts But King James couldnt take me off the throne Cause when it comes to rap, I do this on my own I can do it on my own I dont have to listen to your lies I been moving on my own for some time now So I gotta say goodbye When you on the road to the riches but suddenly the road stops The people in your life are either shortcuts or roadblocks But one thing you can count on when you encounter a hater They say waddup now, and talk about you later But if I try to cater and extend myself to yall You still will have a hang up like a disconnected call So trying to please you all is something Ive outgrown Cause when it comes to rap I do this on my own I can do it on my own I dont have to listen to your lies I been moving on my own for some time now So I gotta say goodbye The same homies who I thought were my support system Have come to judge me like the court system But what drives me like the valet section Is knowing that the game is so vile and wretched That you cant even let your guard down for a second And that keeps me on my toes, ballet lessons So a school transfer couldnt get me out my zone Cause when it comes to rap, I do this on my own I can do it on my own I dont have to listen to your lies I been moving on my own for some time now So I gotta say goodbye

Alright, um, before we get started we wanted a get well shoutout to music producer Kanye West, hes doing fine, but he was in a car accident last week, so we just wanna send him our best from over here at 106 & Park and all of yall, we hope he gets better soon, and keeps doing those hot beats that he does-does-does

Man, you know I love you right? You just got to be real with me, is you cheating on me? Nigga, there you go with that shit again Baby, you know how I feel about you, Im trying to make this work My guys keeping coming to me, telling me they seeing you and stuff How this making me look? Buying you them rings Them leathers, getting your hair done every week Gotta let me know sumthin Look, if you dont trust me why the fuck is you with me? Coming at me on some Jay Z shit, who you with? Calling my cell, leaving crazy voicemails Figured you can get me if you called my girl Nikki But she was with me and I was home at seven fifty But that was when he got technical with it Talkin bout he called my house at seven fifty nine I dont keep up with the time, what the fuck you think Im lyin? It all comes down to you trust me or you wont The bottom line is you love me or you dont And do you need me baby? Yeah you know I do So you believe me baby? Yeah for sure I do Then he gave me a hug, jumped in the trunk and went to work He managed to leave without getting his feelings hurt So I sat back, flamed up the weed and thought up Who the hell done run their mouth and almost got me caught up I said boy dont you know what you do to me? He said I said boy dont you know what you do to me? He said I said boy dont you know what you do to me? I be hatin when you actin brand new to me Look you cant be tellin people that you doin me You gotta keep this here between you and me Look, I feel bad about the fact that you gotta creep with me When your man be around, you dont speak to me When my girl be around, I see you peepin me When they both aint around, you be freakin me We used to do it secretly, now you all talk You tellin everybody like you wanna get caught I think my girl catchin on cause my story keep changin up You gotta stop callin up my crib and hangin up Truthfully, if you tellin people that you doin me Then you tellin me that you dont even wanna screw with me And thats a shame, I cant even do my thing You get dick and you go temporarily insane You think its a game, but I dont wanna play no more You wanna stay, but you cant stay no more You wanna be with K, but that aint okay no more You got somethin to say, but you aint gotta say no more I said girl dont you know what you do to me? She said I said girl dont you know what you do to me? She said I said girl dont you know what you do to me? I be hatin when you actin brand new to me Imma tell your ass now baby truthfully I aint told nobody that you doin me It seem like fine hoes is hard to find mostly The type of girls that give you their whereabouts supposedly And when you check, they aint never where theyre supposed to be I learned my lesson, now I only fuck hoes thats close to me Dont get me wrong you still gotta live close to me This aint a song I made for ugly hoes to start approachin me You know how this go, I diss hoes Im very mean now, my Roley face green now, I bring your self esteem down I knew since the day I met you if I would fuck you or not So later on I asked my girl how many bitches you got I never loved you a lot, but then this nigga got turned out He told his boy that told his boy and now the words out My man approachin me with rumors that he heard about But dude a lame, he probably asked you can he work it out? I swear yall, betta keep the game onem Yeah yall now watch me change onem Rule one, never tell your nigga who you fucked And always smile back if he tell you he in love Rule two, most men try to control you Take my advice cause its so true what women go through And rule three you thinkin he dont cheat and he committed He still get invitations from the last girl he been with Bet his ho be mad, I bet she tell you that he hit it Just check inside his pocket find another bitches digits Yeah, you know what Im sayin These girls out here be thinkin they caught up and shit Fuck that, spend that nigga yo, you know what Im sayin You catch yourself up, you go to him Let that nigga come to you with no type of evidence, you aint got shit on you Imma do my thing, word up, uh Pimp on baby

Alright. In case yall dont know, he did "H to the Izzo", he did "Takeover", he did "Guess Whos Back", he did my joint "Good to You", he did "Turn Out The Lights". Give it up for my nigga Kanye West, you know what Im saying? Now Kanye, yall also dont know my man got skills, hes a rapper, hes on my projects, so I want him to bust a verse, can we let my man bust a verse? Whats up Kanye, whats up? Yeah, yeah, chops, listen. Woo, woo, woo, mic check, mic check- Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap I got to pologize to Mos and Kweli But is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack Always said if I rapped Id say somethin significant But now Im rappin bout money, hoes, and rims again And its still about the Benjamins Big faced hundreds and whatever other synonyms Strippers named Cinnamon More chips than Pentium Whatcha gon buy next? Whatever new trend it is Im tryin to spend my stacks And Im so broke I look back like "Damn, was I on crack?" I mean two platinum chains, was I on that? What the hell was wrong with me dog? Sing along with me yall New York City here! New York City here! New York City here! New York City here! Its like, guess whos bizzack, back on the track with the blow Kanye to-the, representing his gold Guess whos come back, better than I supposed Heard that beat, shit its all I know Guess whos bizzack, live from the Plaza The Roc is definitely in the building Back on the track, yeah, yeah, yeah Its time to change up, my lyrics rip ya frame up Askin if Im nice like fuckin with a chick Who dont give head, thats a no-brainer Niggas back bangers you dont even know the names of Imma bout to meet my quota, you about to meet ya Saviour You wack nigga, you about to get shot Fuck with Talib Kweli, thats how you get got! Not that Im wildin or even promote violence Youre fuckin up my high, can a nigga smoke in silence? Damn, New York City in the house! Talib Kweli gotta tell you what its about Because my man Kanye from the Chi will say hi Wave your hands from side to side Mos Def, Kweli-- I got my man, he represent the projects I say guess whos bizzack, Kweli, Kanye, and Mos Punk niggas getting way too close Broadway doing them all day Niggas but dont take it the wrong way Doing Iving Plaza, causing disaster You bring the time but we bring the prescription Pick up your ears so you all could listen I be killin these niggas on this lyrical shit Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push miracle whips And since takeover, it seems like the whole hood want to get a Jimmie Jones makeover Niggas forcing me to keep the heater Black strap, white handle, I got Jungle Fever

...my body, my physique Told my peeps, told em all, "Its time to eat" No, no please, cant, no dont do that, we want peace Theyll run around, touchin on me, playin, they like to leach Yeah I dont own trees, I pay dues with no receipts I got you and aint no pleasin, lay they life down for the cause I got blue ones goin hard, I got heart

Lets have some fun now Get up and touch it Get up and touch the sky, come on I gotta testify Come up in the spot lookin extra fly Before the day I die, Imma touch the sky Testify Im up in the spot lookin extra fly Fore the day I die, Imma touch the sky Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc Before Cam got them hits to pop The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boys street team I couldnt work the locks Now lets go, take em back to the plan Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van Any pessimists I aint talk to them Plus I aint have no phone in my apart-a-ment Take em back to the club Least about an hour I stand on line I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine Jay favorite line: "Dawg, in due time!" Now he look at me, like, "Damn, dawg! You where I am!" A hip-hop legend, I think I died In a accident, cause this must be heaven Now lets take them hi-ah-igh-igh-igh-ighhhh A-la-la-la-lah-la-lahhhhh Back when Gucci was the hits to rock Back when Slick Rick had the shit to pop Id do anything to say I got it Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket Before anybody wanted K. West beats Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns Like "Man - these niggas that much better than me?" Baby, Im going on an airplane And I dont know if Ill be back again Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets But when she came to kick it, things became different Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on Couldnt keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long Im trying to right my wrongs But its funny them same wrongs helped me write this song Now say: Im, Im sky high Feels good to be home, feels good to be home Are yall happy you came to VH1 Storytellers? Get up and touch the sky, come on I am so disappointed, that I cannot see me perform Except for on playback My greatest pain in live, is that Ill never see me perform So you are welcome to know a pleasure, that I will never have Come on This song is what inspired 808s and Heartbreak more than anything Because we used do this at the end of the tour every night And I would do it for – how many of you saw the Glow In The Dark tour in the room tonight? Thank you so much, for coming to the tour So y’all remember at the end of the show I would do this song And I would say some inspirational words and I would sing And I had the opportunity to just kind of do it and play it off But I discovered that I love to sing So much and to my thing and harmonize and just go up and down and just fuck around I really feel like a vessel And I open my mouth and God will let beautiful words flow through That’s why I realized that he chose me and he has a path for me Because half the things that come out, I can’t be responsible for And I guess he just wants me to say more and more and more and never be insecure and always be sure, be sure And he will give me the strength I need to endure, for sure As I tour and bring the pure So much more, more, for sure For your entertainment, education and relation To take away your hesitation and segregation In a country full of immigrants, where no one really was born here, but separated here It’s a beautiful thing that in a country that was so divided by the concept of black and white We now have a black and white president And this is what the future is to me The juxtaposition: two things that you think don’t go together When a black, super-Hip-Hop-dressed dude gets on an elevator and there’s an old lady with Chanel and she grabs her purse I’ll give you a cliché example What would happen if they actually talk to each other? What would she learn? What would he learn? When the rich man hopping out the Lincoln Town Car, passes by the homeless person And they actually talk to each other What would he learn? What would he learn? If a black man, that came from Chicago and was taught to stand so far away from gay people, ‘cause you do not want to be accused of being gay Was to talk to a gay person What would he learn? What did I learn? I learned that people in Chicago was wrong And I’ve been an asshole all along A lot of things that you learn are wrong So don’t be an asshole too long, too long, too long You can’t be an asshole too long You can’t be an asshole too long ‘Cause the more you know, the more you grow, the more responsibility you have show what you know And give everything that you got to give, baby that’s the reason God let me live through the accident without practicing Okay, got to bring this up and bring it back again Okay, okay, okay, okay Alright No publishing Outkast, please Alright Shout out to three G’s One of the few dressed quite as fresh as me

" 가사] 순간 사로잡혀 단번에 생각에 모든 게 멈춰, nothing but you and I 뛰는 심장이 말을 듣지 않아, but like this 둘만의 promise, 내 곁에 있어줘 사실은 나도 나를 잘 모르지만 그게 내 유일한 의문점이니 stop this Ooh 넌 나의 muse 무모해진 날 Oh, youre makin me, makin me, makin me give in Oh baby 느껴지는 rush of adrenaline 낭떠러지라도 괜찮아 깊은 사랑에 눈이 멀어서 Maybe, well just keep fallin 느껴지는 rush of adrenaline 낭떠러지라도 괜찮아 깊은 사랑에 눈이 멀어서 Maybe, well just keep fallin When Im around ya, I feel it in my veins Theres something about ya thats makin me go insane We have a storm to weather My little sweet surrender Ooh You are my muse I feel so reckless Oh, youre makin me, makin me, makin me give in Oh, baby, I can feel the rush of adrenaline Im not scared to jump if you want to Lets just fall in love for the hell of it Maybe well just keep fallin I can feel the rush of adrenaline Im not scared to jump cause I want you Lets just fall in love for the hell of it Maybe well just keep fallin Yeah 이젠 돌이킬 수 없어 그곳이 어디라도 난 괜찮아 이미 시작 되어버린 movie 이 느낌을 기억해 꽉 잡아 서로의 기억 잃어버리지 않게 Im on my way 여전히 너에게로 가고 있어 우리들의 약속 지켜낼게 어떤 시련이 와도 난 be okay, be okay Ooh 넌 나의 muse 무모해진 날 Oh, youre makin me, makin me, makin me, makin me Makin me, makin me, makin me give in Oh, baby, I can feel the rush of adrenaline Im not scared to jump if you want to Lets just fall in love for the hell of it Maybe well just keep fallin 느껴지는 rush of adrenaline 낭떠러지라도 괜찮아 깊은 사랑에 눈이 멀어서 Maybe, well just keep fallin Yeah Well just keep fallin Ooh, ooh Maybe well just keep fallin

Its like watching my whole life flash in front of me Knowing I am one of the Best whoever done it, as a writer shuns it Them niggas young MC, while I Big Pun it Trying to revisit that impact when Big done it Or when Pac did it, even when Nas won it I Daddy Kane over the tracks, them niggas King Sun it Im from the era when BET had team summit Now the watch is like a hell date to turn my stomach This high level of artistrys a part of me Im bored by so called peers, yall have to pardon me Graffiti beat street, write my life for all to see You take a bite and leave the rest I remind you of Lee Do your history, if you cant reminisce with me You connect the parallels and recognize what gift it be Its not a mystery, no more second guessing him At this point you aint got to question who Im better than Food on the table, when its not I move that lean, keep them fiends up and down the block Its my routine, seventeen, though the block is hot Im coming cool with my tool, knocking of my rocks Long story short, I done made it through some shit That has got lots of niggas laid in view What I say to dudes, wake up from that snooze Before that nigga dead on the news in the View I done slept in cribs with grenades, crazy weapons Pushed cars with more drugs than Rite Aid and EPIC Across state lines, without my squad Just to get paid, laid it all on the line Now I thank God, there aint nothing else That kept a nigga free or turn him back into dust You know how many niggas I done buried Niggas ask for cheddar too Wishing they were free on the bricks to make a better move Pull some four hundred months, some got forever Trade everything you treasure for some nice weather Or some good pussy, a kiss from a whore, a trip to the store Wake up young boy Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning Its complicated this life I live The cars, the whores are beautiful but I all need is focus Cut the ladder up, the ladder to success that I climb I steer steps to the top, Im complex Im a hustler with a turbulent mind Modern day thinking, statues to interpret the lines The well thought out, when I was caught out There when I was tortured Seems to morph with my inner thoughts, its torture I bear Like a mob, when I was robbed of my youth The dope game pulled a nigga feet first In the flames with cocaine What a wonderful bitch I made Man that nigga cant front I love them acolaydes The dope money from the out lookin in they see a thug nigga thing So unconsciously Im draped in drug dealer bling Drug dealer street cant get his crown now We got it 4 cheap volume 3, nigga bow down Only does it seem that the grass is greener Never would have dreamed cash come between us So hysterically I laughed I thought it was understood I give you my last I thought it was to the good, baby boy could rap We long since left the hood, the rest should be a snap Or so I thought, instead it was a slap to the face To this day, what am I to make of that If I could the old days Id wish them back When the OJs played and the crib was still intact Forever mine, quickly turned to never mine I pondered to myself, if I had never signed And in my mind, I was only trying for better The Big Wheel era should have lasted forever Who knew we lacked glue to stick together I find it so hard to keep my head up Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning

Yo Kanye Blow the Hook you a genius boy Now when you hear this song you know its on When you hear this song you know its on When you hear this song you know its on I swear your lovin got me so high Im gone Me and you babygirl like best friends Let me hit you when I get the notion On I-55 you and I Lets ride hit the motion Some say she freaky freaky Let me guess your lidro needa Im hittin through the back and curves Inhale, exhale the herb Lemme open up your mind to this concept Then you take one step Straight from the feelin of a wordsmith Thats the herb shit Up on my 22 spins In my baby blue benz Girls say dat boys ben actin up But thats the way he is You lookin good when you steppin out a centerfold Tell me when I reach a pen to hold Let me hit you wit this dime in the street game Let a motherfucker go yeah you know it So now let me sugarcoat it Its like Im on that tight herb And when I pull t the curb its like, its like Your my latest, and my geatest My latest, my greatest When Im layin in the back of my 745 With my lips on you Spittin good game With the hustler grain Gettin brained like a hustler should Hustler would And you know when I hear the stuff Im still tryin to hear this love what that do Its like that baby when I mix it up baby gurl you jus got me sprung What that do Oh yes shes one of the best As I touch this is past tense Im hurtin Lurkin searchin for the virgin But when my babygurl its workin Let me know whats that you smokin From the hands as I stick my tounge in Then from the back but she want an autograph But still we sexin Open back up last time As I spit a little dough in my mind She jus like one of a kind No cs no stand in her hind Shes jus like me rappin a line Perfect let me drop in a dime Im on a roll again Im bought to blow again Your my latest, and my geatest My latest, my greatest Just keep on liftin me up yeah Higher No need to take another puff Higher Cause your love has got me high enough No, No, No,No, No, No Just keep on Lifting me up yeah Higher No need to take another puff Higher Cause your love has got me high enough No, No, No,No, No, No Just keep on Lifting me up yeah

Youre the only power Youre the only power that can Youre the only power Youre the only power that can Ohh, ohh, ohh, father I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you Beautiful mornin, youre the sun in my mornin, babe Who can I turn to? Nothin unwanted After all, who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin, youre the sun in my mornin, babe If I dont turn to you Nothin unwanted No other help I know, I stretch my hands I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na Who can I turn to? I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na After all, who can I turn to? If I ever instigated, I am sorry If I dont turn to you Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I No other help I know, I stretch my hands Now, if I fuck this model And she just bleached her asshole And I get bleach on my T-shirt Ima feel like an asshole I got one when I met her Dun-uh, know when I met her I just feel a lot better I just feel so much better I aint even gonna talk about it I aint even gonna talk about it I aint even gon say nothin I aint even gon play one thing But her mom will say one thing, Remind me where I know you from Remind me where Some I wanna wake up with you in my... Beautiful mornin, youre the sun in my mornin, babe Beautiful mornin Nothin unwanted After all, who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin, youre the sun in my mornin, babe Beautiful mornin Nothin unwanted No other help I know I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na Who can I turn to? I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na After all, who can I turn to? If I ever instigated, I am sorry If I dont turn to you Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I No other help I know, I stretch my hands If I need ya, uh, God damn Old bitch, its a blue Lamby What you need, uh, round you its a plenty women *beatboxing* Fuck it though, heres a FYI Fuck you this evening, at Southside Wait a minute, dont leave By, the way, how your family, forgot I dont give a fuck about your family or not Back it up, back it up, oh oh Back it up, back it up, oh oh Back it up, back it up, oh oh Back it up, Im, Im Beautiful mornin, youre the sun in my mornin, babe Nothin unwanted Beautiful mornin, youre the sun in my mornin, babe Nothin unwanted

Young, wild, and reckless At least I aint checkless Rep the gang till I’m breathless Rep the gang till Im breathless, yeah Young, fly, and reckless Rep the gang till Im breathless Yeah Gotta live the wild life Livin in the wild life Haters in ya eyesight Let em hear them loud pipes Let em hear them loud pipes Let the bangеr go I was in Givenchy cruisin in a Humvee Wrap your homie a mummy, I turn him into a zombie Most thеse guys be frontin, there’s no way I’m respondin Ben Franklin’s comin, it comin in abundance Do it how you want it, just do it aint no frontin’ Took her out for a luncheon, I put it all in her stomach Sippin outta my cup and its spillin all on my money High as a fuckin cannon, my flow is all they demanded Im back like I want revenge, she lick it up off her chin First, I had bought a Bimmer, then I had bought a Benz I pray for me and my niggas, cause we live a life of sin Somell get joined in, most of us born in Open the door for me, Im already goin in Pour up a 4 for me, Im already on it I peep the jealousy, I can see when its comin She knew my drive, she knew how much I want it See how I tried to give you numerous warnings You wanna talk down on a nigga who born to win Now you see that you lost out when you see what you went against I give another chance to turn to a perfect man I do this shit again if I can be where Im at today Gotta live the wild life Livin in the wild life Haters in ya eyesight Let em hear them loud pipes Let em hear them loud pipes Let the banger go I was in Givenchy cruisin in a Humvee Wrap your homie a mummy, I turn him into a zombie Most these guys be frontin, theres no way Im respondin Ben Franklins comin, it comin in abundance Do it how you want it, just do it aint no frontin Young, wild, and reckless At least I aint checkless Rep the gang till Im breathless Rep the gang till Im breathless Young, fly, and reckless Rep the gang till Im breathless Do it how you want it, do it in abundance Bunch of dirty money, throw it in the laundry Do it how you want it, just do it in abundance Bunch of dirty money, throw it in the laundry She ugly hot, like a bitch that call you to borrow Five hunnid, then promise she gon pay you back tomorrow Then left with a nigga cause he had a Ferrari with the goggles Fuck the nigga, woke up, saw his watch was a Fossil Everybody wear a costume, spray a little extra perfume Gettin head in the washroom, keep the YEEZYs in the stock Room Hit the club with at least ten, you in a 500, thats a cheap Benz I promised Future wed get the tape out fore the weekend is over Im ballin but I dont eat shrimp I hit the store, cop a sheepskin, I be goin off the deep end Love a girl with a fat ass and need somethin I can stick my teeth in Hit it til she start queefin, hit it til she start squeekin Good dick to make em call me Papi, girl, you aint Puerto Rican I be goin off the deep end, I be goin off the deep end Lets celebrate, lets elevate But first, lets medicate, itd help us to levitate Lets celebrate, lets elevate But first, lets medicate, itd help us to levitate, ayy If they dont play this, call the DJ This versell shut down the freeway Im on a PJ in my PJs Tryna talk my wife into a three-way, ayy Gotta live the wild life Livin in the wild life Haters in ya eyesight Let em hear them loud pipes Let em hear them loud pipes Let the banger go I was in Givenchy cruisin in a Humvee Wrap your homie a mummy, I turn him into a zombie Most these guys be frontin, theres no way Im respondin Ben Franklins comin, it comin in abundance Do it how you want it, just do it aint no frontin Young, wild, and reckless At least I aint checkless Rep the gang till Im breathless Rep the gang till Im breathless Young, fly, and reckless Rep the gang till Im breathless Let em hear the exhaust, show em you a boss Peep how the Christian Louboutins look when I walk Gotta live this high life when you in this wild life Crush the haters with loud pipes, crush the hater with loud ice Gotta keep the Draco, bust a nigga, Tadoe Runnin up my pesos, runnin up my cake though 14 carat gold, Im a motherfuckin ruler Upper echelon, you my motherfuckin student Niggas Im a don, fuck around hit the stewardess Percocets and Xans got my head in the clouds Gucci with the Bape, I done started a style Full grown ape, nigga sprayin the crowd Gotta live the wild life Livin in the wild life Haters in ya eyesight Let em hear them loud pipes Let em hear them loud pipes Let the banger go I was in Givenchy cruisin in a Humvee Wrap your homie a mummy, I turn him into a zombie Most these guys be frontin, theres no way Im respondin Ben Franklins comin, it comin in abundance Do it how you want it, just do it aint no frontin Niggas Im a don, fuck around hit the stewardess Percocets and Xans got my head in the clouds Gucci with the Bape, I done started a style Full grown ape, nigga sprayin the crowd

Got me doing the things that I do, do Aint nobody treat me like you do, you Keep me held down, when no one else is around You show me love S-s-s-s so you say, used to diss me every day Now she happy, Lil Scrappy, see me, she like, "OK-K" Naw bitch naw, down with your drawers You gon need some Tylenol For my head Tag Team said "Take it to the house", naw, we gon take it to the bed And kick you out, put you out for the times you wasnt puttin out Take off your shoe, you finna put your foot in your mouth I got my new ho, so what the fuck Imma need you fo? Matter of fact Imma need you to go Hop back in your broke Yugo And that go double for these bitch ass niggas These snitch ass niggas, you just cant get rich ass niggas Rhymemodes my crew Sunday through Monday Im out on the block With of bundle of money like Russell who touchin you Wasnt you, nothin, who bustin you lames? So Pusha Man finna go out and get money Game gettin unusual man Go to war like Bush for change You dont know, then yous a lame Man, Im the pusha man You dont know, then yous a lame Man, Im the pusha man Get the Os and bag em up Get the shit off fast as fuck I give you a pack, you dont wanna get clapped You better have my dust Ask the hoes bout my pimp game Spit game insane Get brain while a nigga switch lane Mom was short when the rent came So her youngest boy had no choice but to go out and flip caine Now Im caught up in the mix man I let a clip bang Runnin round lookin for that big Hundred niggas gonna follow and the models If it dont make dollars then it dont make sense, lame Since the birth been hustlin I dont hurt for nothin Get rid of bricks like I work construction If I ever kick off, front line with the iron, Im the first one bustin If you ever run up Imma hurt you cousin Swisher Sweet full of that purple stuff then Bump is on and it hurts you doesnt it? Chump I got my... How can you say Kan is so pompous? You aint been to his concerts? You just talking that nonsense He in the same league Nas is Or Jay is My favorite A lot of people say thats where Ye is Though a freshman still the West man One of the best, man, like Taye Diggs And I was oh so patient While niggas straight disrespectin him So I did what they aint expect from him Dropped The Dropout and blazed em And aint nobody feel my pain Until the hits that I came with Im Kanye not Kayne But to you, Im Rick James bitch And they said I couldnt take it, said I wouldnt make it Hate it that Im this far Hate to see Bump in that big car But I flix hard when I spit bars You gots to listen I come from the gutter Do you know what it took to get these rocks to glisten? On the block with biscuits I copped and pitched it Back then I aint have a pot to piss in And to all my women thats caught up in the struggle That gotta strip just to pay tuition Baby daddy trippin, I feel your pain If you dont know then yous a lame I give you food for brain And Imma do my thang just like Im supposed to I had to quit the game, I used to flip the caine Now Im spittin flames on these Pro Tools Young bloods from my niggas in the old school I know exactly what yall gotta go through Keep pushin its gonna go through Im yo proof

The conman, aw, damn, we back in town, word Im sick and tired of you sittin around here all day Im sick and tired of you smokin weed in the hallway But why you worried about me? Why you worried about what Im doin here? Why you got to embarrass me in front of company? Damn, you back from your trip I thought the plane would have helped you over Stop sellin crack out the crib, yeah, when hell freeze over Until the over, hard to fly wings over Dog, you talkin way too fast, tell me it slower You seen my boys is over, wasnt right Cause my feet is on the sofa and I never fill up the A man , dog, I aint got my half But if you buy me this, ma, I promise Ill pay you back But the way you act, I be really want to see you dead Plus its four hundred missin from under my bed They put me in arrest and have you beat them bout the iron When them niggas rushed the crib I was the one that poured the ice in them Im sick and tired of you sittin around here all day Im sick and tired of you smokin weed in the hallway But why you worried about me? Why you worried about what Im doin here? Why you got to embarrass me in front of company? We have, we have in this corner the dead heat roommate Fresh from his momma crib He embossed the market thanks to my sponsorship I aint finna argue bout what we finna watch, dog We finna watch Fox and the weed finna fox I cant even bring hoes to my spot You be tryin to thug em out, roommate version of Pac When its not grievin when I ask where youd be You told me like , he beat the shit out of me Then you borrowed my clothes, dont do that Its makin me nervous, I found my bird in my book Cant find my Julius Erving You from a family of alchies and Im But Im feelin like Perfect Strangers Cause you about to crowd me, get the fuck out Im sick and tired of you sittin around here all day Im sick and tired of you smokin weed in the hallway But why you worried about me? Why you worried about what Im doin here? Why you got to embarrass me in front of company? You got all these Halle Berry posters in the crib How you think she feel about you havin roaches in the crib? I got my name on the orange juice, posted in the crib She drinkin out the pitcher like most of it was his Nigga, what the fuck you did with my pornos and comic books? How come I never got the message that my people said you took? Look, who the fuck you down with? Cause them chromes is off the hook Its like the of Rhode Island every time you try to cook You try to cook, nigga, look, I dont ever try to cook I just been tryin to get back that money that I loaned your ass Off the books, off the books, yep, a month ago You must have forgot, you must be thinkin that Im rich Because Im rollin with the rocks Ayo, it aint that I forgot, its that the is callin And you never paid me back From the time that you broke the toilet You can us out for callin to my new vacant house Cause I need my own space, so Im sorry you bought em out Im sick and tired of you sittin around here all day Im sick and tired of you smokin weed in the hallway But why you worried about me? Why you worried about what Im doin here? Why you got to embarrass me in front of company?

Preface In this conversation, Kanye West and Pharrell Williams candidly explore the rewards and perils of a lifelong, perfectionist ethic. Best likened to a childs insatiable curiosity, they impute their compulsive, insistent tinkering to much lived experience, and even to obscure neurological phenomena. Their exchange lends precious – and comic – insight into a frightening capacity for invention, and a knowing approach to craft that is at once sure and relentlessly self-critical. They spoke in the wake of a minor controversy that followed the online launch of the single “Theraflu”, which Kanye released through his G.O.O.D Music label . Predictably, the pharmaceutical combine Novartis objected to the title. The track also featured the lyric “someone tell PETA my mink is dragging on the floor,” which drew immediate fire from the animal-rights group Kanye West: Yo yo, what’s good?! Pharrell Williams: What up, killer?! KW: Shit, chillin’, vibin’ about changing the name of that song and trying to figure out what the name of the song should be. You know, the “Theraflu” song? PW: Yeah KW: Yeah, we’re about to give it a new name PW: It’s getting that big – they’re going that crazy about it? KW: Oh, yeah they have an issue. Just the title and here’s still a window of opportunity for us to change it. “Oh, well, I don’t want to call it ‘Theraflu’. I’m calling the song this…” And then people are like, “oh, he changed the song to this”, and then that’s what it is, because when I did the song, I actually did not know that it would get to the point that grandmothers are talking about it, you know? Like why did I give them that level of promotion? PW: Yeah, trust me, they’re thankful. No matter what, they’re thankful. This segues perfectly into what I wanted to talk to you about. Which is what is it like to be – and I know how I feel about it – but you’re definitely one of my peers, and one that I look at and say “He gets it, but I’d love to hear his take on why we aspire to be.” It’s almost a disease to be a perfectionist. Nothing is ever quite good enough. What is it like to look at things and say to yourself, “I know that they don’t get it but maybe one day they will.” KW: It is so funny this is such an example of being a perfectionist, right? This song is out and I’m going to change the name, like I want to perfect this moment some more. Well, I think it’s just if you’re a perfectionist, that’s just what you do. You know, there are slackers there are people who are satisfied by delivering everything they have – with their knowledge, their financial situation, their level of exposure – to deliver the best product possible. I respect, look up to, and look to Walt Disney and Steve Jobs who dedicated their time, soul and energy to delivering the best product that they knew they could. There’s a lot of psychology that goes into it. What can you give to human existence? How can you push the culture forward? And when you’re a perfectionist, at a certain point you feel a responsibility in what you put out, and what could trickle down from it. If you put out things that are so over-the-top and magnificent, what trickles down from it could at least be good because there are more followers than there are leaders PW: Yeah I agree…You know what the funny thing is that we’ve never done it on a Kanye West album, it might be time for that KW: Yeah! PW: It might be time for that KW: Yeah, we started on that shit for The Throne PW: Oh yeah! That was a very serious moment… KW: Yes! PW: I’ll never forget going to you and Jay’s show, and just seeing those laser lights. You addressed all the sensations, with the exception of smell and taste, I guess. Anything that you could control, the auditory and the visual, you curated – you made sure that it was a curated moment. And I’ll never forget when the first bars of “Gotta Have It” started playing, that minor chord. It just hits you anyway but it was just y’all talking on top of the track as it starts to come on, and the crowd start going nuts! And it’s really because at the end of the day, as great as the track is as it is and as great as all of the stuff you guys did on top of it, it was how the moment was so set up. It was like an incredible layup, an alley-oop. Do people even say that word anymore, alley-oop? KW: Yeah, it’s only ‘cause it happens PW: yeah, you know I don’t know anything about basketball, but it was an amazing set-up. That was crazy, just to see the reaction to what a visual and music could do together, and those people going absolutely crazy I was like “oh, ok, well done man, well done.” KW: Yeah I definitely wanted to dial into that sound and mixing those textures together. I just want to dial into that more, I just want to set the note, like playing a few textures that I got for this new shit for the G.O.O.D. Music joint we opened up the album with this joint that me and Skrillex did together PW: Mmmmm. I like that! KW: Just like that! PW: Wow, I can’t wait to hear what that sounds like. I know we are all shaped and moulded by all that we’ve gone through, and by having spirituality – in whatever way you define it – it allows us to be bigger than our bodies, to be bigger than our essence. there is something to be said for experience, being told “no” the entire time, when you wanted to get into an industry that you love. So let me ask you, how much has this experience contributed to who you became as a person? KW: Yeah, you know, I had to realize at what point to put off the real South Side Chicago mentality, that is what built me to deal with the amount of “no’s” and deal with the amount of pressure and aggression, like I talked about on this Chicago song, “mink is draggin’ on the floor.” That’s one of my ideas for it . “Swag King Cole, mink is dragin’ on the floor, fo’ I embarrass you, but I don’t like to embarrass you…’I Don’t Like To Embarrass You” as the title PW: Anticipating PETA KW: Yeah, so…when I say “I’m from where shorty’s fucked up, double-cupped up. Might even kill some-body and YouTube it, so whoever thinks their words affect me is too stupid, and if you think you can do it better than me, then you do it.” PW: Yeah, “you do it!” PW: KW: “I’m from Chicago.” And that was just one of the best things to prepare me for anything. If you can make it out of Chicago, you can make it anywhere. That’s what I’m talking about on this new song, that’s what I’m talking about when I’m dealing with any business or creative processes. That’s the stuff I’m talking about when I was dealing with people, from not wanting me to rap, to doing the tour with Jay, and being able to do the light show for it It was like sit-ins, when we were going out to Paris. You know when we were wearing the outfits and people on the blogs were calling us names and all that, right? But then, once they got that Givenchy cover, and everybody’s wearing Givenchy they’re all like “oh this is cool.” PW: Right KW: But it wasn’t cool with South Park was using the photo and dissing us and everything. And so many people dress like that now PW: Yeah, that’s what we do KW: That was before everybody said swag, or when we were out in Japan. How could you communicate through people? We’re not even understanding the language but we knew the visual language, we knew the spirit, we knew the ideas, we knew the reference points PW: Yeah, that’s the thing, man. That’s what separates us from a lot of folk, and not because we’re better but because we’ve dedicated to listen to that inner voice, and a lot of people don’t. A lot of people go “man!” they do something and they go “shit you know what, and I’m totally not da-da-da-da .” People fail a lot of times doing that. Whereas we just trained ourselves to say “you know what, let me entertain this idea” and exhaust all the possibilities to make sure that it doesn’t make sense because something good may come out of that and for every time that someone has ever told you no, you’ve always had that willingness to explore it. Um, and I’ve watched that by the way, it’s been cool to see. How are you enjoying that… KW: - Enjoying what? PW: I’m thinking of a way to put it…How are you enjoying this whole fame thing? KW: You know its just a process of separating things, it’s understanding how to exploit it to display things, it’s understanding how to exploit it to display amazing art. You know the whole trick is that I am a visual artist. To this day I can’t play piano. I’ve taken it up a couple of times and I forget how to play the piano. And when I first wanted to rap, before I rapped, the first thing I did was actually draw my tape covers because that’s back when people had tapes. I drew the cover before I even thought about doing music. Let’s put this information in Vegas to music. So ina way I’ll get the music but it was always about the fountain. It was always about the light show. It was always about the fashion show, it was always about that. Whether it is the font that we pick for a single cover, or a video – I’m going to Qatar later tonight to shoot the film for “Cruel Summer,” which is basically my second pop fairytale, like how “Runaway” was – it creates that kind of opportunity. When you see me design, and I’m not saying it’s the best design or whatever, but you know, I had my idea of how I wanted Selita to look, and I wanted it to be Selita. I wanted to juxtapose minimalist, Vanessa Beecroft like high art against unrealistic Victoria Secret-level beauty. They don’t crash, those words are not in the same place. You’ve been to art parties before? It’s different from a Victoria Secret’s party. You know what I’m talking about! PW: Right! KW: That’s right. Due to exposure, I’m able to have these things be seen by so many people. If Matthew Barney were more famous, then more people would see what Matthew Barney did. So it’s that. When it comes down to it, what I enjoy about it is the opportunity to express art in high volume, literally PW: Did you know that you’re a synesthete? That you have synesthesia? KW: That’s what it’s called, that’s what the film is about! You’re talking about seeing sounds right? PW: There are many different forms of synesthesia. There are grapheme synethetes, people who see colors in numbers, letters in colours. But I believe most musicians and most artists are synesthetes KW: You know that’s what this film in Qatar is about! PW: Oh wow! KW: It’s called Cruel Summer: The Legend of the Lamborghini Dons and it’s basically the G.O.O.D Music Lamborghini Dons. Cudi, he’s the main character and I’m just this boy, and in the beginning we’re car thieves. There’s this part where one character teaches another to see colours through sound PW: Oh wow! KW: Yeah, the shit is dope. Matter of fact, if we could do work with you on the soundtrack. I mean I’ve got eight tracks for it, I just want to give it twelve. Basically it’s the G.O.O.D Music soundtrack that “Mercy” is the first single for. You’re like next level with this type of shit like “Take me far away, as long as it’s fun, fun, fun, I wanna go.” I’m talking to actually a film scorer at this point so – PW: No! But dude….Nah man! It’s funny that you picked that out . That’s funny, wow! KW: I play that song real normal in the car PW: No way?! KW: Yeah! PW: That’s crazy, that’s crazy. ‘Aight well say no more. I’mma holla at you soon. And you have a good time out there in Qatar. My man! KW: Alright, thanks! Love

Uh, uh And the R-O-C niggas The official remix Part two Now, you know who she is Get familiar Young princess of the Roc Teairra Marí I told yall we gets busy, yay Its Kanyeezy with Teairra-airra-airra-airra Gucci sweater, Louis leather, you was never Were groupies ever or goofies ever So, its only right you pull up in it to see her better, uh Teairra remix, now keep sip, sippin on Somethin like Three 6 and keep, keep the conflicts Out the Jesus, Pieces, theres no wrong way to rock When you rollin with the Roc, uh Lets get it poppin or we go shoppin We back on the top ten, we can afford things again See, they too much effort, we too much better It take em two months to do what, we do whatever Hypno, Crystal, I mean whatever Saracco Moscato, it do taste better I know what them girls like, I know it aint easy I know it aint every day you will run into Yeezy Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel That wanna make a girl feel Make her feel good, all I wanna know Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel That wanna make a girl feel Make her feel good, I just wanna know Do I have to tell a nigga how to touch me Do I have to tell a nigga how to hold me Do I have to tell a nigga when to call me Do I have to tell a nigga Im lonely Do I have to feel wrong when it aint strong Keep my mouth closed Cant a girl from the hood find a homie That aint just tryna hang around me Do I have to show a nigga Im a woman Do I have to apologize for my emotions Do I have to tell a nigga what to say to me Every time he wanna get next to me Do I have to settle for a cat that cant score Stroke his ego Cant a chick from the hood find a homie That wanna do more than spend money on me Is there any boys around That know to make a girl feel That wanna make a girl feel Make her feel good, all I wanna know Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel That wanna make a girl feel Make her feel good, I just wanna know Oh, why is it so hard for a girl like me To find a boy that really knows how to Make a girl feel, girl feel Feel Why is it so hard for a girl like me To find a boy that really knows how to Make a girl feel, girl feel Feel Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel That wanna make a girl feel Make her feel good, all I wanna know Is there any boys around That know how to make a girl feel That wanna make a girl feel Make her feel good, I just gotta know Narcotics

...its hard to deal with ya Kid Cudi told me take the black hole darker I tiptoed around... I wish I dressed as fresh as Shia Lebeouf Why Ye? Cause Shia Lebeouf dress fresh as fuck Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, baby, how you doing? You know Im-a cut right to the chase, huh Some women were made But me, myself I like to think that I was created For a special purpose You know? Whats more special than you? You feel me? Its on--baby, lets get lost You dont need to call in to work cause you the boss For real, want you to show me how you feel I consider myself lucky; thats a big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you aint gon need it Id rather you open up my body And show me secrets you didnt know was inside No need for me to lie Its too big Its too wide Its too strong It wont fit Its too much Its too tough He talk like this cause he can back it up He got a big ego Such a huge ego I love his big ego Its too much He walk like this cause he can back it up Usually Im humble Right now I dont choose You can leave with me Or you could have the blues Some call it arrogant I call it confident You decide when you find Out what Im working with Damn, I know Im killing you with them legs Better yet, them thighs Matter of fact its my smile or maybe my eyes Boy, youre a sight to see, kinda something like me Its too big Its too wide Its too strong It wont fit Its too much Its too tough I talk like this cause I can back it up I got a big ego Such a huge ego But he love my big ego Its too much I walk like this cause I can back it up I, I walk like this cause I can back it up I, I talk like this cause I can back it up I, I, I can back it up I can back it up I walk like this cause I can back it up Its too big Its too wide Its too strong It wont fit Its too much Its too tough He talk like this cause he can back it up He got a big ego Such a huge ego, such a huge ego But I love his big ego Its too much He walk like this cause he can back it up Ego so big you must admit I got every reason to feel like Im that bitch Ego so strong, if you aint know I dont need no beat--I can sing it with piano

Just another one champion sound We about to get down Who the hottest in the world right now Just touched down in London town Bet they give me a pound Tell them put the money in my hand right now Tell the promoter we need more seats We just sold out all the floor seats Take me on a trip, Id like to go some day Take me to New York, Id love to see LA I really want to come kick it with you Youll be my American Boy

This a classic, just add this to the rest of them See, I know what yall like Thats why its gon be alright Every day and all night Mase is back, its gon be alright See I know what yall like Thats why its gon be alright Every day and all night Mase is back, its gon be alright Ooh Holla back, its gon be alright For real, its gon be alright Mase is back, its gon be alright Mase said come on, Mike said shamone Lets start it up early like Raven Symone Keisha Knight Pull, Emanuel I dropped out of school with no manual Nothing handed at all, but did I complain Every time magazines tried to taint mine name But yall cant hold me down like restraint I took the "t" up out the word cant Around the same time Nas said I can Bush was sending our fam to Iran Im in the club with Henny, ass in my other hand Lord, please forgive me Im just a man Right now Im trying to make some adjustments Fore they do me like they did Janet adjusting them Me and my cousin them, trying to rap like Busta and them And my clothes was busted and bummy But I aint never ever accept no money From these so-called sponsors They was in Benzs, I was in Hondas Now Im wondering where they all at like a nonda Hmm, thats something to ponder The money yall make on this ones for Donda Thats West to you You the next, I cant hold my breath for you What you need to do is turn it some decibels And put some more zeros in front of that decimal, nigga! See, I know what yall like Thats why its gon be alright Every day and all night Mase is back, its gon be alright See, I know what yall like Thats why its gon be alright Every day and all night Mase is back, its gon be alright Holla back, its gon be alright For real, its gon be alright Mase is back, its gon be alright Arm froze and all, Dom Rose and all Maserati, Bugatti, the roads and all Different color Louis open toes and all I tried to tell the chicks dont expose it all Country dudes mouth full of golds and all Bay area chicks, cornrows and all I do it right, I do my wife, I leave the hoes to yall Close the boutique, I might close the mall I jerk my in Turks and Caicos I wave the Rollie you wave the Seiko Need I say more, more diamonds than LisaRaye Im no replica, I am the DNA Breeze through leave you like the hurricane Somebody get killed the whole borough blamed M-A dollar what a thorough name No matter who come through Im forever the king I shouldve never left the game its what a kiddie say Still, chicks throwing me up like newlyweds Im grown and sexy done with groupie head In the milk-white Phantom, the seats are ruby red You hear the rumor listen to the facts I drive my cars in pairs like pity pat When I drop the track it feel like Biggie back The game is country I came to bring the city I came, I came to bring the city back See, I know what yall like Thats why its gon be alright Every day and all night Mase is back, its gon be alright See, I know what yall like Thats why its gon be alright Every day and all night Mase is back, its gon be alright Holla back, its gon be alright For real, its gon be alright Mase is back, its gon be alright For real, put your hands up G.O.O.D. Music, put your hands up Bad Boy, put your hands up Roc-A-Fella, put your hands up Chi-Town, put your hands up NY, put your hands up Miami, put your hands up Texas, put your hands up Tennessee, put your hands up London, put your hands up Japan, put your hands up All around the world, all around the world LA, put your hands up ATL, put your hands up Man, this gon be...

Ayo Planes, trains, automobiles The G500s with the auto-roll wheels Pinot Grigio, got em on chill See now, see me ho? I got that deal If you tryna build, I bet youd like to know that My father was a Black Panther with Geronimo Pratt And back in college, I aint run with no frat I just ran with the track that put the Chi on the map Now the Roc in the buildin, UIC Pavilion Two years ago I was just a civilian Now every chick in here swear I got millions In area codes with unidentified children Hold up, Im fuckin up the rap Every chick in here swear I got millions In area codes with unidentified children Put my hoodie on, blend in like a chameleon Hear barbershop talk, niggas try to kill him Take my hoodie off, they like "Ye waddup, you chillin!" Swear to god they just like children Just like high school, back at my school Just like Halloween minus the costumes The niggas thats flickin was the ones thats trickin The girls two seatin was the ones thats treatin Do a test on relationship, everybody cheatin I used to want the Jordans thats most recent Now I throw Jordans on the whip just to look decent Just to get pulled over by the precinct, so frequent Its like Im back bein a delinquent They wanna know where I live, stay, and work Why a young black nigga get all these perks How I stack my paper, got Adidas in every flavor Excuse me officer, I dont know Rod Laver Or Stan Smith, what they dont understand is How I got that color in canvas

*Harmonizing to rhythm of chorus* Hello my only one You keep on As I lay me down to sleep I hear her speak to me Hello Mari, how ya doin? I think the storm ran out of rain, the clouds are movin I know youre happy, cause I can see it So tell the voice inside ya head to believe it I talked to God about you, he said he sent you an angel And look at all that he gave you You asked for one and you got two You know I never left you Cause every road that leads to heavens right inside you So I can say Hello, my only one, just like the mornin sun Youll keep on risin til the sky knows your name Hello my only one, remember who you are No youre not perfect but youre not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, the good outweighs the bad even on your worst day Remember how Id say Hey hey one day, youll be the man you always knew you could be And if you knew how proud I was Youd never shed a tear, have a fear, no you wouldnt do that And though I didnt pick the day to turn the page I know its not the end every time I see her face, and I hear you say Hello my only one, remember who you are You got the world cause you got love in your hands And youre still my chosen one So can you understand? One day youll understand So hear me out, hear me out I wont go, I wont go No goodbyes, no goodbyes Just hello, just hello And when you cry, I will cry And when you smile, I will smile And next time when I look in your eyes Well have wings and well fly Hello my only one, just like the mornin sun Youll keep on risin til the sky knows your name And youre still my chosen one, remember who you are No youre not perfect but youre not your mistakes Hey, hey, hey, hey Tell Nori about me, tell Nori ab- I just want you to do me a favor Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me, tell Nori about me Tell Nori about me...

Donda, Donda, Donda

Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger N-now th-that that dont kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now ‘Cause I cant wait much longer I know I got to be right now ‘Cause I cant get much wronger Man, Ive been waiting all night now Thats how long I been on ya Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger Lets get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, Im the boss tonight And you dont give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they dont make em like this anymore I ask, ‘cause Im not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness ‘Cause right now thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit Aww, nah, nah, we can’t give ‘em all that. We can’t give ‘em everything. Graduation is coming—it’s coming, quite soon. The album is getting pushed up as we speak. As I’m speaking right now, the whole building’s going crazy and pushing the album up. They like, “Kanye’s doing drops, let’s push the album up.” You know? The more drops I do, the earlier the album’s gonna come. So just, the more shit I talk, the sooner y’all’ll get the shit.

you rap? Imma rap the way I rap, youknowhatimsayin? And we gonna murder these niggas. Konman Product, cmon. Andy C, where you at? I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" If they dont know, lets learn em, Rhymefest, burn em To the ground like Waco, fake ho, take yo Ass back to the drawing board, where the chalk at? Used to have a lot to say, where the talk at? Speak your heart, dont mumble under your breath, I caught that You a thug now, back in high school we never fall back Punked out, jumped out, basically Hoes is like, "Ewww, get away from me", they was chasin me And its still the same, Im still the same, you still a lame You know how that song go, "Some things will never change" Some niggas will never grow like Emmanuel Lewis And while you fightin for respect bitches is handin it to us So when Im arrivin guns risin Niggas join the swim team, start divin The streets is hot, police yo block Like Prudential, all these smokers want a piece of the rock Uhhh, and all these hoes want a piece of the cock And all these haters gonna get is a piece of the Glock Im the reason aint no motherfuckin peace on the block And I aint Q-Tip but Ill make your breathin stop I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" From the front to the back Where my thugs at? My niggas love that Gun talk, I talk, now everyone choke Cause I came with it, some aint with it Niggas get money mane, some cant get it Everybody wanna be what Kanye West be in In the bulletproof 5 what the Pres be in With a half-black, half-white lesbian But you minimum wage like a Mexican My guns dont discriminate, they penetrate Yall niggas dont get hype, you hyperventilate So before you take your last breath any last statements? Man, this nigga Fest said "I aint Q-Tip but Ill make your breathin stop" Man, I cant come with no line after that, man Just bring this shit back in, cmon, man I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" You the type to run into a party, already tooted up Cant get in? So you run, get a strap and shoot it up Mad cause you not looted up, hoes said, "He wasnt cute enough" Tried his damnedest, couldnt do enough Fuck star stats, we still car jack, hit it up Runnin through the man who flashin that leather, give it up My Taurus like to spark a lot, he aint a player He just talk a lot, we whupped his ass in the parkin lot Hopped back in the truck and lit the dutch Now he on the ground lookin double jointed as fuck Its the R-H-Y, fuck tryin to spell it I live it how I tell it, get hoes like Tom Selleck My clip gets hollow tips yours takes pellets Sayin my weed fly and I cant even smell it I can see why you broke, punk nigga My car is paid off, you a month-to-month nigga I roll with "I dont care throw him in the trunk" niggas Roll up to your high school just to jump niggas Pussy ass niggas "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" I hit the block on 10 in a drop top Benz You can go against the guns but the Glocks gon win Lyrically killin yall niggas, but "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga died" "I sweat it live Is he gonna live, doc? No, the nigga dies The max-imum of MCs are populating The min-imum of…"

Thats that crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la Thats that crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la How we stop the Black Panthers? Ronald Reagan cooked up an answer You hear that? What Gil Scott was hearin When our heroes or heroines got hooked on heroin Crack raised the murder rate in D.C. and Maryland We invested in that, its like we got Merrill lynched And we been hangin from the same tree ever since Sometimes I feel the music is the only medicine So we, cook it, cut it, measure it, bag it Sell it, the fiends cop it, nowadays they cant tell if Thats that good shit, we aint sure man Put the CD on your tongue—yeah, thats pure, man Thats that crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la Thats that crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la From the place where the fathers gone The mothers is hardly home And the maricons lock us up in the Audy Home How the Mexicans say? "We just tryin to party, holmes" They wanna pack us all in a box like styrofoam Who gave Saddam anthrax? George Bush got the answers Back in the hood, its a different type of chemical Arm & Hammer baking soda, raised they whole quota Right when our soldiers, ran for the stove cause... Dreams of being Hova Went from bein a broke man to bein a dopeman To bein the president—look, theres hope, man! This that inspiration for the Moes and the Folks, man Shorty come and see his momma straight overdosin And this is the soundtrack This the type of music that you make when you round that Crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la Thats that crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la God, how could you let this happen? Im comin from the- the- the projects Air 1s crackin the ground Its Kanye with that immaculate sound Im right here aint no backing me down Hands on the hot hood Compton sheriffs pattin me down They wanna know about the Summer Jam beef with 50 So I reach for my license inside my Dickies Mr. Officer after this autograph for your daughter Can you back the fuck away from my Aston Martin I got places to see and people to do Teairra Marí, I fucked Brooke Valentine too This is crack music, I break her back to it And tomorrow she can take my name and tattoo it She see the hood in a nigga If she look hard enough she can see the fuck in a nigga She aint mad she know whats good in a nigga Matter of fact she know that its just rap and the fact is Ugh, thats that crack music, crack music That real Black music, Black music La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la Thats that crack music, nigga That real Black music, nigga La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la Ugh, thats that crack music, crack music That real Black music, Black music La la la la la la la la La la la, la la la Our Father, give us this day, our daily bread Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread See I done did all this ol bullshit And to atone, I throw a lil somethin somethin on the pulpit We took that shit, measured it and then cooked that shit And what we gave back was crack music And now we ooze it through they nooks and crannies So our mommas aint got to be they cooks and nannies And we gon repo everything they ever took from granny Now the former slaves trade hooks for Grammys This dark diction has become Americas addiction Those who aint even black use it We gon keep baggin up this here crack music

Hello Ladies and Gentlemen It’s Friday morning, May 25th, 2007 You know I never say the dates but since this is a mixtape I might as well mark the day our lives changed This a whole new world out there I’m speaking to you from the future right now I mean, at all times, I was always speaking to you from the future They say music change a lot since saw you first drop I say music gon’ change a lot after I drop And the polo is Versace by the way Maison Margiela, Dior, what have you, partake And the Jordans is the sixers Y’all don’t see, I be, Gemini L, G, Hip Hop, rock, K Yeah, Jay, uh, LA, J Brown, ta ta Ay, ay, ay, ay Are y’all all ready for this ride? Are you all ready for the ride? I’ma stop playing with they emotions Plain Pat, let’s go

I can make shit rhyme I can make shit rhyme if Im... feel like And if I, dont... So I just might not, cause I, dont want And Im just gonna freestyle for the first time With a freestyle, that dont even go together, oh No rhymes, thats my new shit Nothing rhyme How that sound Uh ohh! Wap! You aint got the answers Sway! I could sing all, night!

Now I aint sayin she a gold digger But she aint messin wit no broke, broke, uh Now I aint sayin she a gold digger But she aint messin wit no broke ni**as, uh Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Far as girls you got a flock, I can tell by your charm And your arm, but Im lookin for the one. Have you seen her? My psychic told me shell have an ass like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids I gotta take all they bad a** to ShowBiz Okay, get your kids, but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, we all got up in They all went to din and then I had to pay If you f***in with this girl then you better be paid You know why? It take too much to touch her From what I heard, she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to f*** with Usher I dont care what none of yall say, I still love her Now I aint sayin she a gold digger But she aint messin wit no broke ni**as, uh Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of yo kids, got you for eighteen years I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids Baby mama car and crib is bigger than his You will see him on TV, any given Sunday Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with your money She went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walkin around lookin like Michael with your money Shouldve got that insured, GEICO for your money Uh, if you aint no punk Holla, "We want prenup" Yeah, its something that you need to have When she leave your a**, she gon leave with half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on her eighteenth birthday, he found out it wasnt his? Now I aint sayin she a gold digger But she aint messin wit no broke ni**as, uh Now I aint sayin she a gold digger, uh But she aint messin wit no broke ni**as, uh Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head Now I aint sayin you a gold digger, you got needs You dont want a dude to smoke, he cant buy weed You got out to eat, he cant pay, yall cant leave Theres dishes in the back, you gotta roll up ya sleeves But while yall washin, watch him He gon make it into a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week he moppin floors, next week its the fries So, stick by his side I know theres dudes ballin, and yeah, thats nice And yall gon keep callin and tryin, but you stay right, girl And when you get on, he leave yo a** for a white girl Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head, get down Get down girl, go head And that is the story of the gold diggers, boys and girls

Disick: Hey, do you like Kanye West? Cheban: Yeah, hes okay, I guess D: Well, the early work was a little too hip-hop for me in my taste, but when Dark Twisted Fantasy came out in 2010, I think he really came into his own, both musically and lyrically D: Kanyes been compared to Jesus, Hitler, Walt Disney, and even Steve Jobs C: Hey Disick D: Yes Jonathan? C: Why do you have copies of Billboard magazine all over the place? Do you have a little dog - a little chow or something? *laughs* D: No, Jonathan! C: Is that a raincoat? D: Yes, it is! Now, Kanyes decided to release this, Yeezus, his most exciting record so far. It should be obvious by now that "New Slaves" is the undisputed masterpiece of Yeezus. A song so catchy, most people wont even remember the lyrics! But they should. And then theres the song "I Am a God". The title practically speaks for itself, but of course the insecurities of the mainstream music press will never understand its true meaning because its about me! Hey Jonathan! D: Try getting the Yeezus album now motherfucker!

You dont want to see these murder guys Princess cuts hurt your eyes Got the chicks that work them thighs Pull the top back on the prowler Like the car aint circumcised Burglarize hoes Leave your eyes closed Bricks in my trunk while I ride slow Smoke your fire dro No repercussions He was disgusting Turn my volume under ten To keep my speakers from busting If them people come rushing Cant say I froze Wont open the doors By the time they caught up I done disposed of my outer clothes Car in the garage I say good god My day was hard Call two freaks up for the ménage à trois Parlaying was hard Sade was suave When we was screwing Sheets was ruined If beef is brewing Im a put slugs deep into him Money they be pursuing The nerve of these jealous bastards for hatin Master my patience Them custom wood grain caskets is waitin Passion for Satan They must have Gave them a blood bath Had to show them who really holding shit down with they tough ass We alias They wishing they be us Cant three-eighty us Cause we will wreck everything within a ten block radius When you see me better speak with love Or leak some blood I got connections with all type of BM, chiefs and govs Deeply plugged who got to retire from crime About to hit that big lick So we gonna pull it Hit em in the body and the dome Left the after party with the chrome Come up with a milly And as soon as everybody know that Im gone Gotta keep it Gangsta Cause Im a hustla Do it like a balla Cause Im a mobsta Cause it only takes a second to pop me a snitch Call up my connection to cop me a brick And he sent a Czechoslovakian chick She was acting cocky and shit She like watching blow at the hotel With big dreams to never stop being rich And she wasnt too sloppy with dick Said when she get on she gonna cop me a six Platinum blue Sprewell shoes Detail smooth On some Mickey and Mallory me and my female cruise Type of demo whats the bi-no I Gave her two-six plus ten-four Thats twelve-five for the brick And five-hundred for the plane and limo Plain and simple Call my guy told him thanks and send more Meditating plot on my lick when I smell them frankincense blow Do my thugdizzle I aint scared of this Fly your head like Pegasus Bloody up that necklace Hope Im an arrow ? Them terrorist Fucked up the lick when sending chicks on the plane Put a major glitch in the game But Im a get me them thangs As I come with new ways to travel watch my shorties get on them Coming back with pounds and packages with the scorpions on them Of course we been on them Niggas know they two for forty and want them I done seen truck loads with more keys than accordions on them And you think Im a pass up That quick fast dust Let me mask up That aint a fast truck Get your ass stuffed I spit words that be gangster shit Make hustlers tip and ballers rich Haters sick, mobsters hit Im the shit You can see me visit the optometrist Cars I flip Unorthodox like Doctor Bonovich Prada lick But a nigga got whooped Should have seen shit was funny My own connection he got reason to gun me I know he took the money Even if I probably wrong Turn down the volume Shoot him on plastic to lay his body on Fucking maricón Two to the cabeza Pinche puto That ring on your pinky was too cold Got pinch for two Os And a half a brick My staff is sick Had him confess like a catholic Always thought things was funny now you dont laugh at shit Stupid bastard bitch Never fuck with Twista, Turtle Banxx and Stokes Coming up dro flowing slanging dope I tried to chill But when I see a lick to make the world mine ON the love I think I got to pull it

Just walked in like its-its my birthday Its not my birthday Please remove yourselves Please dont act like youre special Baby, please dont act like youre special Im so special, Im so special, Im so special Baby, please dont act like youre special Na-na-na-nuh, the, nuh The fake hermes Surrounded by some niggas with fake jewelry We came up from nothing just like Tony Now my chain could bring back the stone age Look us up, Prosper with the lonely But gotta sample something, make it holy I got , what they told me I worried thats what not she had told me So, please dont act like youre special Baby, please dont act like youre special Im so special, Im so special, Im so special Baby, please dont act like youre special

Uh, ya know what? On the real, uh Me and you, weve been through So much that we need to start off new You need to choose, dont be confused I think its time, time that you Tell me where you wanna Be with me, or be with her This whole ordeal is such a blur See I was prepared to take a loss But my heart wont pay the cost You dont know where you wanna be You dont have to take my advice You dont have to compromise Cause I know that you dont realize You dont even see Where you need to be Be with them, all your friends Claim the Clippers is playin Boston I wont be sloppy seconds again Do you wanna play with me, or play with them? Tell me where you wanna Be in love, is that enough When all the problems start adding up? Ladies, raise your hands if youve had enough Scream as loud as you can if youve had enough Cause he dont know where he wants to be You dont have to take my advice You dont have to compromise Cause I know that you dont realize You dont even see Where you need to be Why you say that, baby? Its all good show Are you for real? Come on man, dont talk like that Ey, ey, hey I promise in all honesty, I honor you, you honor me For better, worse, for rich or poor, whatever, its gonna be Im talkin bout forever more, the rest of eternity No need bein insecure, I know where I wanna be I know I made a lot Of mistakes But I can make em up Unless you got your heart set on breakin up If I cant see your face then my day aint even worth wakin up Especially with these haters and open cases, this time enough Maybe show you attention is something that I aint done enough But you got all my love, on all our love, girl I need you to believe in me You need to know that I know where I need to be, ey You dont have to take my advice You dont have to compromise Cause I know that you dont realize You dont even see Where you need to be You dont have to take my advice You dont have to compromise Cause I know that you dont realize You dont even see Where you need to be

Justice League I miss the old Kanye, straight from the Go Kanye Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye I gotta to say, at that time Id like to meet Kanye See I invented Kanye, it wasnt any Kanyes And now I look and look around and theres so many Kanyes These motherfuckers wanna get on it Now I got the whole world wearing my shit Oh, Imma spaz out any moment Everybody wanna jump on my dick They say I dont switch it up They dont fuck with me no more Now that Im the CEO They dont fuck me with no more Said that Im the CEO They dont fuck me with no more Now that Im the CEO They dont fuck me with no more I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye See I invented Kanye, it wasnt any Kanyes And now I look and look around and theres so many Kanyes I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I even had the pink Polo, I thought I was Kanye What if Kanye made a song, about Kanye? Called "I Miss The Old Kanye," man that would be so Kanye Thats all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye These motherfuckers wanna get on it Now I got the whole world wearing my shit Oh, Imma spaz out any moment Everybody wanna jump on my dick They say I dont switch it up They dont fuck with me no more Now that Im the CEO They dont fuck me with no more Said that Im the CEO They dont fuck me with no more Now that Im the CEO They dont fuck me with no more I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye "Everyone knows that Kanye is a genius at what he does artistically, but hes just as well known for his outlandish comments" "Oh my god, here we go again. Kanye creates a major firestorm, And the Swifties are in major meltdown mode as he released his new single, bashing Taylor" "Kanye revealed changing his title for his new album for the third time, which he has already called it the best album of all time. Hes changing it from SWISH to WAVES. He tweeted uh, new album" "Ive met Kanye two times The first time when I was a senator, and he was with his mom He had just gotten big, hes from Chicago"

Yeah Yeah Yeah I open my eyes, the corners like African tribes The blackest of thighs, a blackened surprise where passion arise The youth fantasize of grass and cash in they eyes A youth dies, and mommas asking rationalize Trying to build a spot where ghetto bastards can rise The ghettos been bastardized by those that capitalize Wonder if its a plan that the master devised To bring his people to a land where blacks are despised To act you lie scriptures, the rich are getting richer The young are becoming thicker, summers becoming winter Hard times, hard liquor link cards and God figures Its moments that completes us to piece us with scar niggas The corners I picture in motion it stars niggas Emotions of those that be smoking like Todd Bridges These are our bridges, from nothing to something Thats why on every city block, you hear them pumping The corner I wish I could give you this feeling I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh uh On the corners niggas rob or kill And dying just to make a living, huh? We overstated, we underrated, we educated The corner was our time when time stood still and Gators and snakeskins in Yellow and pink and collared blue Profiles glorifying them On the corner, birth place of various dreams The ending of the beginning, the scariest thing As we survive here to die here, whatever we seen We accept it, live with it, or better the scheme On the corner, the backdrop for hustling crack rock The spot where the mac stops to issue the packs out Theres money on the corner youd be stupid to pass up Remember theres a code and if its broken we blast ya Theres Crips on the corner, Bloods on the corner GDs and vice lords so theres thugs on the corner Theres children having fun so theres love on the corner OGs with triple beams holding drugs on the corner Theres cops on the corner Dope fiends that walk around in they socks is on the corner But I love em, so Im on em Its life on the corner, death on the corner We fight until our very last breath on the corner Corner I wish I could give you this feeling I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh uh On the corners niggas rob or kill And dying just to make a living, huh? The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries Broke out on different corners Power to the people Black power Black is beautiful C-O-R-N-E-R My nigga, its the corner, every city block got 4 of em Its simple math, something jumping off on all them The church, the chicken shack, the liquor store, the dope house The bail bonds, the nail salon, the barber shop, the courthouse The young are blowing their smoke out, he high five Theyre bout it bout it, no power outage for live wires The block wild and shots fired from hot eyes A cold world full of hot summers and loud sirens The caine slangers and gang bangers and lane changers Elders anxiety prone, them rigid teenagers Theyre whispering: "Man, you cant save him, the streets raised him" They on the block like they aint neighbors Theyre straight strangers Grandmama hit me with 3 words: "Son, keep praying" This shorty hit me with 3 more, "Son, keep blazing" Theyre both deep statements, from two unique places Real forever real, I just love to hear the streets say it Corner I wish I could give you this feeling I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh uh On the corners niggas rob or kill And dying just to make a living, huh? The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument Our testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to love Down on the corner

Floatin I been on a Did you notice you floatin, you floatin, you floatin? Floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin And when I go out, everybody say "Ayy, we votin, we votin, we votin" Whats your motherfuckin motive? I can take a fly bitch, I can turn you into FLOTUS I can turn you into FLOTUS Not to mention just how high the float is Not to mention, they like to call me POTUS Like Bill Clinton Im asking, "Where the hoes is?" Oh, just, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin We floatin, we floatin, we floatin We floatin, Im just I think Ima touch down immediately Oh, just, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin We floatin, we floatin, we floatin We floatin, Im just Oh, just, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin, we floatin We floatin, we floatin, we floatin We floatin, Im just I think Ima touch down immediately

Lyrics from Snippet Stretch my hands to you The Franklin Saint that broke the bank Shiftin the culture, they say I taint I owe my ties, the check is blank Who are you to question how I show thanks? We dont pray to the same God, wager the same odds My Saint Tropez dont relate to your Saint odds Three or four rappers are sharin the same lies Lil Pusha T, my synergy saved lives Mirror my excellence for me is exercise Feelin like exodus, tryna get next to God This is an exorcist, see through to my exs eyes Hopin my ex forgive all of my extra lies Life goes on and babies born And mines on the way couldn’t wait to say it in song I dont question Gods love, cause every good and perfect gift is from above

I been waiting For a minute Pour out, ayy Pour out, everyday, you know They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Cant let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me See, before I let you go One last thing I need to let you know You aint never seen nothing crazier than This nigga when he off his Lexapro Had more than another episode Last time Im down in Mexico Asking me why the hell I test the code Four times I say dont test me, ho Told you four times dont test me, ho Now we finna lose all self-control But you aint finna be raising your voice at me Especially when we in the Giuseppe store But Ima have the last laugh in the end Cause Im from a tribe called check a ho Yeah, Ima have to laugh in the end Cause Im from a tribe called check a ho And I- They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Cant let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me They wish I would go ahead and fuck my life up Cant let them get to me And even though I always fuck my life up Only I can mention me See through the night And forget all of your past Throw that Throw that away Dont stop your loving Dont stop for nothing No, not for nothing They dont wanna see me love you No, love, dont stop it They always love it They always wanna They dont wanna see me love you They dont wanna see me love you They dont wanna see me love you Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

Lyrics from Snippet L.A Reid my man them Sunroof down with the Phantom Settled down with the fam though Cell phone down with the fam though, damn I hired a nigga that hired a bitch That #MeTood my man, now aint that some shit? I hired a nigga that hired a bitch That #MeTood my man, now aint that some shit? Hired a nigga that hired a bitch That #MeTood my nigga, then that was a sitch Bumpin to something, now Im on a bitch I got a , that bitch was a snitch Throw that ass up when I got this I was that would do shit , ayy, look I hired a nigga that hired a bitch that #MeTood my man Now aint that some shit? I hired a nigga that hired a bitch That #MeTood my man, now aint that some shit? Aint that some shit? Chris in my line Chris in my calendar, that pump Tellin, I tell him the truth Im lyin, Im dyin, Im leavin the booth Hired a nigga that hired a bitch That #MeTood my man, now aint that some shit? Hired a nigga that hired a bitch That #MeTood my man, now aint that some shit?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Uh huh, the Roc in here Its ya boy Kanye To The Listen up man I got girls in my room like hostages Giving me neck like ostriches Give some play to the real Kanye Cause we all know who the imposters is All my gangsters, mob to this And all my strippers, do your job to this Hell no, I cant give you my cell phone But you know where the hotel lobby is For yall the same girls wouldnt give me no ass Now I done highly surpassed my whole upper class Bet if I meet her now I can fuck her fast, I pass I be on some new shit I wouldnt fuck none of the girls I went to school with Fuck around, I aint be on no cool shit Like you dont see the models that me and my crew get You dont see the frivolous jewels I bought with The Blueprint She said "Whoa! Kanye dont get caught up in the hype Aint no telling they gon love you after the night" Well, if tonights the night, pop bottles, fuck models Spend money till youre broke my, nigga, live your life Cause Im living international nigga American dream And all my dawgs living vicariously through me So if I get head from Trin, that one for the team Fuck 702, that one for the crew My dawg Hip Hop really love Claudette So if I ever get to smash, this fucks for you I can barely drive the G5 down King Drive Just like the Brinks trucks, they know its money inside Uh huh, The Roc in here

Whats it take to call your brother Just to say you miss him and you wish you could spend time Whats so serious that you cant just pick up the phone Let him know you love him And that hes been on your mind Tell him that you need your brother Ask him how hes doing And say you been doing fine If it comes a point where you just dont know what to say While you still have him on the line Just say Well be, brothers forever What happens to one of us, happens to us together And well be, brothers forever Well be, brothers forever Well be, brothers forever Well be, brothers forever All my brothers, keep them Made a promise to my mama With my right hand on the Bible I wont lie right to your honor Blood dont make us any closer Well get on before its over Member freestylin on them sofas Now we sin in California, uh All my brothers keepers Im a promise keeper I wont let you slip let you slip Let no one ever tell my brother to keep up, wait You calling, Ill show up, hit My phone and Ill answer I wont let you slip let you slip Long as Im alive, Im my brothers keeper Well be, brothers forever What happens to one of us, happens to us together And well be, brothers forever Well be, brothers forever Well be, brothers forever Well be, brothers forever

Yeah This a dance song for all my thugs in the club that dont dance Just be in the back arms folded Cap pulled down Just on the cut scopin everythang Know what Im sayin? Three 6 Mafia, Kanye West, Project Pat, WHAT! Im in the club posted up , got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters Im scopin Im just twistin my body from side to side Im just twistin my body from side to side Im in the club posted up , got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters Im scopin Im just twistin my body from side to side Im just twistin my body from side to side Yeah! See, ho, I dont dance In the city where Im from, I wear the pants These bitches think they cool I got the dick so I make the rules I got a big ol cock I love a bitch with a big ol bra She love suckin up cum I think Ima give her some Im from the south side of Chi, man, the hood show me love Flickin at the Grammys with the Michael Jackson gloves Outfit so crazy, prolly thought I was on drugs Kool Moe Dee glasses, man, I dont give a fuck Im on them rims by Mali, Im cocky as Ali I told you muhfuckas Id make history fore I leave A&Rs used to twist their head from side to side Now I get on TV, do whatever I decide Im in the club posted up , got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters Im scopin Im just twistin my body from side to side Im just twistin my body from side to side Im in the club posted up , got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters Im scopin Im just twistin my body from side to side Im just twistin my body from side to side Twistin my body, movin to the music Cool lil body, dont you confuse it We can get intos it,, hands, I rules it Lil cuz got a thang on him, hell use it S cocked to the right and to the left though Killas on blow, insane like a klepto Maniac, Project Pat posted with my kinfolk Ridin with the hood Norf-Norf to the world, though I thought you knew I was the mane The D-boy off the chain Gon walk up to a girl and tell a bitch Im Rick James With the diamonds in my ring And the gold front fangs And you know Im hood-rich, means I got a little change With my thugs from the North Cause I know they got my back Lookin for some chickens that can work it on the track Im just tryna get a mil, I aint tryna be a mack Posted up in the club with a pocket full of crack Im in the club posted up , got my arms folded Blunt in my mouth and these haters Im scopin Im just twistin my body from side 2 side Twistin my body from side 2 side Im in the club posted up , got my arms folded Fitted pulled down and these haters Im scopin Im just twistin my body from side to side Im twistin my body from side to side Yeah!

Aye, aye Uh You love my diamonds dont you Love the way a nigga shinin, dont you Baby, whats your disposition Have you ever tried this position Youre my dream girl from the posters That I thought Id never get close to In the back limousines with chauffeurs Right next to the Testarossas Its funny how all the jewelry Just gets your cat so purry And it look good all together They say they are forever You love my diamonds, dont ya That I bought from all this rhymin But I know youll never love me You only love my diamonds You pick me up On a hot summer night I fall in love With you multiple times Got me wrapped around your finger Boy, I hope you love lingers I do I do Youre my one and only rock in the rough I like to floss you, baby, you light me up And there aint no way Id give you away Hes my di-di-diamond daddy And I just gotta have him When I love you, baby, Im gonna love ya Just like I love my diamonds And when I wear you out at night, boy Yeah, well be shining I treasure you, cherish you way you on my body, ooh Cause we go together, diamonds are forever Youre my ice blue baby, ooh And I love you like my diamonds Like every girl Im into fabulous things Like oyster pearls And pretty diamond rings But youre my precious possession I rock you twenty-four seven I do I do, do All my accessories, yeah, I give em up Id even trade em in for your love And there aint no way Im giving you away Youre my di-di-diamond daddy And I just gotta have you, oh When I love you, baby, Im gonna love ya Just like I love my diamonds And when I wear you out at night, boy Yeah, well be shining I treasure you, cherish you way you on my body, ooh Cause we go together, diamonds are forever Youre my ice blue baby, ooh And I love you like my diamonds You sexy, you fine Im so glad your mine You sexy, you fine Hes my one of a kind You sexy, you fine Im so glad your mine You sexy, you fine Hes my one of a kind When I love you, baby, Im gonna love ya Just like I love my diamonds And when I wear you out at night, boy Yeah, well be shining I treasure you, cherish you way you on my body, ooh Cause we go together, diamonds are forever Youre my ice blue baby, ooh And I love you like my diamonds When I love you, baby, Im gonna love ya Just like I love my diamonds And when I wear you out at night, boy Yeah, well be shining I treasure you, cherish you way you on my body, ooh Cause we go together, diamonds are forever Youre my ice blue baby, ooh And I love you like my diamonds Love you, baby

"Do you really have the stamina? For everybody that sees you that say, Wheres my camera? For everybody that sees you, to say sign a autograph For everybody that sees you cry, and say you oughta laugh You oughta laugh!" "Do you really have the stamina?" Do you have the stamina "For everybody that sees you that say, Wheres my camera?" Wheres my camera "For everybody that sees you, to say sign a autograph" Sign an autograph "For everybody that sees you cry, and say you oughta laugh" You oughta laugh "You oughta laugh!" Well, posing for pictures and living on a poster The hardest thing for me is to keep my composure I aint always happy, and I aint always sad But when the spotlight is on, you have to handle the task And even the people who swear they love so bad A go and put your dirty laundry on the cover of mags Then everyone sees it and gets a good laugh And now your whole persona is just a thing of the past Now, when people see they ignore all the pain They only think about the rumors and mistakes you made So thats why I dont read all the comments on the blogs Everybodys a fan if you boo me or applaud Now give me your energy, even if youre my enemy Or trying to be friends with me, aggressively or timidly Put my next to anyone in this industry You still will never find someone thats in my league "Do you really have the stamina?" Do you have the stamina "For everybody that sees you that say, Wheres my camera?" Wheres my camera "For everybody that sees you, to say sign a autograph" Sign an autograph "For everybody that sees you cry, and say you oughta laugh" You oughta laugh "You oughta laugh!" Celebrity this, celebrity that Reality TV fiends addicted like crack and smack My business is rap, and my business is politicing with that And then my business is put on the map Yeah, the bigger I get, the better the hat The better the slacks, the better the shirts, the more I adapt The more you pay attention to my sentences The more youll realize why Im a lyricist And why I sacrifice my time for this experience And why my album still isnt in your speakers yet You think you know me now, and you aint even seen me yet Well, except maybe on your TV set Bring the bridge {*Scratched: "Bring the bridge"*} "Do you really have the stamina?" Do you have the stamina "For everybody that sees you that say, Wheres my camera?" Wheres my camera "For everybody that sees you, to say sign a autograph" Sign an autograph "For everybody that sees you cry, and say you oughta laugh" You oughta laugh "You oughta laugh!"

Bad boy is back, back in town Bow down now Nine girls, they freak me in the room I found God Gimme power, hear my spirit, heavenly lord Thou shall not Take my arm and eject your system Why? Just to make me a victim? What you want? What you got? What you got? What you wanted? I can feel the force take over From the back to the front And the boys and the girls from the future Bring us back all the love Indigo baby I stuck in the misses Easier to form the electric connections x3 When you got someone who can fight for you Give you what you need Know your every move Close your eyes and just catch the groove Take control of me girl, come over me Baby just set me free And inject your soul, my heart Right by now, reset your clock Our time now Yeah, you was with the shit all summer but I shall not Take a look over your shoulders Girl you give me the blues When Im with you I got nothing to lose And love has been away and confined in the groove And confined in the groove And confined in the groove x2 Take control of me girl, come over me Baby just set me free Im gonna get you Im gonna get you Im gonna get you right now And inject your soul, my heart

Lyrics from Snippet I got money everybody gettin jobs for Good job, good job Good ass, good ass job

May I say something to you to give you a true knowledge of yourself and life? Man in the full knowledge of himself is a superb and supreme creature of creation When man becomes possessor of the knowledge of himself, he becomes the master of his environment Guess what, baby? I feel free Nothin hurts me anymore Guess what, baby? I feel free Created in nah-nah-nah Guess what, baby? I feel free And you know damn well Ah! I dont feel pain anymore Guess what, baby? I feel free You should quit your job to this Hold up, let em drop the mist Got on the concert One stunt in yours, dont stunt on us They stunted on, ah I dont feel pain anymore Guess what, baby? I feel free This like a mix of some Ja Rule shit and some King Krule shit Dont assume shit, the news shit This a fool shit, Im on some bullshit Im on some wildin out in some new shit Im on somethin, bout to lose it Take your con and does it, dont double fools it Lyor come up arguin saying, "Dont lose the music" I got none but cool shit, I been known to lose it You stuck with a bunch of motherfuckers you dont know Like a cruise ship Hottest on new shit, bangin on that new shit Popstar, move it Man, he goin foolish Man, he goin stupid Man, he got the movement Now they couldnt move it Talkin in jewels, yeah Cant not bump em anymore Guess what, baby? I feel free

Lyrics from Snippet Na, na, na, na, na Runnin up softly Go win it or something? Na, na, na, na, na Runnin up softly Go win it or something? Na, na, na, na, na Runnin up softly Go win it or something? Na, na, na, na, na Runnin up softly Go win it or something? Na, na, na, na, na Runnin up softly Go win it or something? Na, na, na, na, na Runnin up softly Go win it or something?

Blank Face, tre 8, kill everybody, fuck an AK Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push all limits, you lookin timid, need to back off Punk-ass cops, them crackers want us with our black off Thug life nigga since 96 I wanted to gang bang Few years later Im really from it, we were still kids Crack off nigga, Im squeezing empty til the shell break Fuck my image I need to drop, I need to, Blank Face July 8th Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part Ayy! That part Bang this shit in the hood one time Lil bitch Im back and poppin Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit Quarter million, switchin lanes... that part Bet my bitch move the same old thing... that part 405 with the gun off safety... that part Ayy Im still tryna make that plate Rich or poor, nigga, choose your fate Style on top of style, nigga Five years Ive been rich, nigga Drove Beamers down Fig, nigga Pushed Porsches down Broadway Ive been doggin different hoes, nigga Got a chain thats worth the Rolls, nigga Got an engine back with the top in it Nigga drivin it like its a bomb in it Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part Ayy! That part Bang this shit in the hood one time Lil bitch Im back and poppin Tell that ugly bitch to move away, I need more options Broke? Then fix your pockets, all I do is profit Made a mil then I spent it in the same day Brought a chopper, not the AK Getting money on a vacay Couple ranges in the driveway Groovy Tony in July, 8th Yeah, Im killing kitties on a Sunday How you balling in a Hond-ay? Paparazzi got a toothpaste Swerve in the big body Your favorite artist, Im his big homie Yeah Im walking with a fifth I aint folk, Imma crip homie Where the bloods? Where the locs at? Where the bud? Where the choke brown? Gloves for the combat How the feds in your contacts? How the feds in my set name? Move smooth in a Mulsanne Hard dread in the rap game Heard Soulo coming up next And SZA got a classic, uh I heard Zay just got it mastered The fire burning through the plastic Some fingers to the badges They dont love us to til the racks involved When I was broke, they wouldnt accept the call Now they on me for my decimals Blank faces, gotta X em off Enemies, gotta bob and weave Gang banging like you said "whats up?" And the set getting killed for nothing Felonies, so I steal for my daughter to eat Hoover Street, the government for me Blank Face, hey! Me no conversate with the fake, that part All my bitches independent bitches, that part I just want the paper, that part All my bitches flavored That part, that part, that part, that part

N- n- now th- that that dont kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now Cause I cant wait much longer I know I got to be right now Cause I cant get much wronger Man Ive been waitin all night now Thats how long Ive been on ya I need you right now I need you right now Lets get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary Im the boss tonight And you dont give a damn what they all say right? Awesome The christian in Christian Dior Damn they dont make em like this anymore I ask, cause Im not sure Is anybody out there anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness Cause right now thou has forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fakeness So go ahead go nuts go apeish Specially on my best stand on my bapeness Act like you cant tell who made this New gospel homey take six, and take this, haters N- n- now th- that dont kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now Cause it cant get much longer I know I got to be right now Cause I cant get much wronger Man Ive been waitin all night now Thats how long Ive been on ya I need you right now I need you right now I dont know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not God put me in the plans or not Im trippin this drink got me sayin a lot But I know that god put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me Theres a thousand yous theres only one of me Im trippin Im caught up in the moment right? This is Louis Vuitton dime night So we gon do everything that J like Heard theyd do anything for a klondike Well Id do anything for a blonde-dyke And well do anything for the limelight And well do anything when the times right Baby youre makin it Harder, better, faster, stronger N- n- now th- that dont kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now Cause I cant wait much longer I know I got to be right now Cause I cant get much wronger Man Ive been waitin all night now Thats how long Ive been on ya I need you right now I need you right now I need you right now I need you right now Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you Dont act like I never told you

Leaning in, we absorb the light Breathe it in, receive the morning light Woo, woo, oh yeah Woo-ooh, ooh-ooh Switch your⁠, switch your attitude Go head, level up yourself This that different latitude Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Life too short, go troll yourself Feel that feel, enjoy yourself We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need Leaning in, we absorb the light Breathe it in, receive the morning light We have everything we need Okay, Im turnt We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need We have everything we need Leaning in, we absorb the light Breathe it in, receive the morning light Leaning in, we absorb the light Breathe it in, receive the morning light Leaning in, we absorb the light Breathe it in, receive the morning light Leaning in, we absorb the light Breathe it in, receive the morning light

I used to pump dimes, now I spit punchlines Im tired of cats trying to rap cause they want shine I be writing to enlighten those that was once blind This political warfare, and Im on the front line Im a soldier who grew to be a general, but generals is soldiers too And Im willing to do what soldiers do But you know an animal cant control a zoo And I always been a leader, I control my crew You gotta school other dudes trying to roll with you And Im getting more mature, Im getting older too But Ima rock till its over like Hova do And I dont tell lies like most of you I really did sell pies, held toasters too I might exaggerate a little but its mostly true And the truth come to the light like its supposed to do Dance little brother, dont give up the fight Hang on till tomorrow, the truth will come to light Dance little sister, dont give up the day Hang on till tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate Get the obituary ready, get the Reverend My old style died, and went to punchline Heaven You cats know that thats my flow, Im a legend Big up John Legend for doing the song Aye, wha a gwaan Kanye I aint a Juvenile, but I been on the grind-ye I had a murder case, I was facing some time-yee But thats something small to a giant like Andre And they was talking bout giving me life, yall But I knew I was leaving for believing in Christ Yall, you could live it up, but dont give up the fight, yall We elevating, so we celebrating the night, yall Dance little brother, dont give up the fight Hang on till tomorrow, the truth will come to light Dance little sister, dont give up the day Hang on till tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate Hang on lil girl Soon all your troubles will be gone lil girl Sometimes you probably wish you wasnt born lil girl But God know what he doin, lil girl, so keep fighting And hang on lil man You cant quit now, keep goin lil man Sometimes you probably wish you wasnt born lil man But God know what he doin lil man, so keep fighting Dance little brother, dont give up the fight Hang on till tomorrow, the truth will come to light Dance little sister, dont give up the day Hang on till tomorrow, tonight we celebrate, celebrate

Yeah, this shit is everything Said he with the wedding ring in my haddy jeans with the I got Made whole lot of I know I got- Baby, I know I aint with the dice in my hand Oh, oh But I aint drinking like I used to And I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I aint cheating like I used to I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I hope thats enough No, baby I aint with blood on my hands Hah, oh Like Im just tryna find a, like And I aint drinking like I used to I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I hope thats enough And I aint cheating like I used to I hope thats еnough I hope thats enough I hope thats еnough What have I got What have I got to lose See, you asked me to walk into your likeness But I aint like this I had to walk before the Or one nighters I had to write a Till its arthritis I got the now Im off right I start to think of all my raps now Im off writing I these niggas in these And they all violent for my niggas Then they all violent niggas something Now they all silent I had to Tell them "Dont try it" I wouldnt so far I wouldnt fucking buy it that for a dollar Pop out on a my end My end And I aint drinking like I used to I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I- I hope thats enough I hope thats I hope thats enough And I aint cheating like I used to I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I hope thats enough What else What else want from me, huh What else you want from me Damn, I get better I used to better I used to take the to bed That aint cheating cause I only got head Uh, plus the fact was supposed to be wed, uh Cold feet like the Thats why I walk around with Tim Boots Walking round with the Cause the girls got swimsuits I got a with the suit Uh, you know the evil that men do not in your plan I got a lot to do, yeah Got a lot of on my hands But I aint drinking like I used to I hope thats enough I hope thats enough I hope thats enough Fucking like I used to I hope thats enough Hope thats enough What you want from me, huh What you , huh They want the for free, huh Now Im spazzing on a nigga Im just on a nigga But thats thats exactly what you came to see, huh Yeezy, Yeezy, why you Easy, easy, Im a Live from location Dont do shit, two years of probation They wanna put me in that orange suit Probably bringing an just talking about orange , uh Same box as orange juice Put me in the same box as orange juice I be riding with that Bronco Sippin on the Benny Blanco

Slaughterhouse movement Yall niggas aint with us then what the fuck is yall doin? Bitches! Yeah, Brooklyn go hard So does Long Beach Ugh "Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard" Crooked he go hard, he go hard Crooked he go hard, he go hard We still love this shit Whats up my niggas? I gotta re-educate my young niggas Its ya boy! 20 and under We bout to flip this shit over again Listen I grind hard, treat a cop like an irrelevant wuss So many pounds in the trunk call it elephant kush You evidence givin, Sammy Gravanos Couldnt step in my Ferragamos Even if you threw em at president Bush Im back go start my controversy then pass to Rick Warren Whup ass, you bastards spit borin, you have to get quaran- Tined, from the wack disease I lean back with ease, S-Class with six warrants Strapped with deez guns costin an arm and a leg like amputees I go hard, and I aint tryin to say nothin to rappers gettin money But I got a message for west coast DJs With C.O.B. in the club, I better hear some fuckin "G-Thang" And I dont wanna hear no AutoTune if it aint T-Pain Wait, I like that Ye shit, I must admit You other niggas... Nah, fuck that shit! The miseducation of this generation for revenue They missed innovation, this information they never knew Why I gotta dumb down? Take a look at my house, nigga Im in my master bedroom like a house nigga Your crib on the hill aint fuckin with ours Im so close to the Little Dipper The stripper Im fuckin? Her nipples is touchin the stars Nah, I aint flossin in a recession Im talkin to rappers fuckin off our profession If I cant spit bars and still live large And still whip cars, Im killin whos in charge Even when I drop simple shit The most intricate jewels are in every line I just hide em behind the instruments, instrumentals Maybe Im sentimental, bumpin Nas when Im in the rental Ill kill a pig, come visit me cause Im in a kennel Gangsta rap, Im gangsta plus I rap, strictly coincidental I grew up around Crips with prison tats Dealers who made a killin in the hood but they aint givin back But they come to my show, I gotta give em that They will kidnap niggas dissin my fitted cap Long Beach, niggas doin drive-bys in hybrids You like a dick in a dykes privates You never go in, I go all out Pull a sawed off out, make you go the alternative route I mean fall out, boy, yall know who I am Im ill as yellow sneakers fam, shit god damn Im a from a grimy city, from a bunch of miles away With no regards for the laws, Im from a sovereign state From a murderous block , swervin in a convertible drop Makin sure you heard my proverbial plots Im tryin to take over the world like Pinky The Brain My dream mistress is a bitch like Pinky with brains Or Roxy Reynolds, Id stick dick into her She suck cock for livin, tongue kiss with Murs But I dont feel anger So like the frame of the nickel-plated chrome .45 Ima still bang her Original renegade, niggas still afraid More niggas follow than Ashton Kutchers Twitter page Chowder time, yall write, I sprinkle powder lines If Kelly beat his case, my lawyer gon swallow mines So put your nines on the crap table You life gamblin, Im Patrón sippin, signed to Black Label Champagne wishes become realities Bad bitches fly, minus the travel needs My dick is the biggest thing on my anatomy I diss niggas for nothin like, "Why you mad at me?" Haha! Nickel is definitely still reckless The last nigga done got killed That made me feel threatened Who really cares what a rapper talkin? The only feelin that aint familiar is after losses I shoot Edo G in the head and go back to Boston With a trunk full of white, we call it Asher Rothin Feel honored if I talk about your ass often You should wanna sleep in the bed I was jackin off in Theres a reason these motherfuckers are backin off him He Floyd Mayweather, Paul Williams and Chad Dawson All rolled up in one; his money trash talkin Amongst bosses, chillin out in the cash office Nigga, you testin the one, Nickel second to none Im hotter than Texas at three, Im affecting the sun I dont just sound raw, Ill disconnect your shit Have you walkin around with Bobby Brown jaw And then Whitney said crack was wack And it offended me like, "Floozy, why you dissin my music?" And you can ask Proof, we come from Chopper City Minus the wack suit and the beef with Ness Forever inhalin the smell of that sweet success That Khaled coke talkin, sayin "We the best!" Im a fan-teaser This bitch said, "Who the fuck died and made you God?" I said, "Jesus" Haha Im in the zone, I feel like a star And nigga you know what to do if you feel like a frog Go and jump in that traffic, you playin Frogger I aint no blogger, Im Mr. Rearrange Your Aura Niggas thinkin all I got is internet soldiers 09 is the Fear Year, respects over The O.G.s taught me how to do it one way So I aint down for no games unless its gunplay Niggas will murder judges Over murder grudges I dont put money on heads, I just refer to cousins I drop dope records thats hot like a furnace The needle on that record player is hypodermic They feed food from an intravenous tube Kill your ass in private, between me and you Im sick enough to go up in your house Sick of them rhymes, I spit em and throw up in my mouth You fuckin around with the Slaughterhouse conglomer-ahd Like catchin your parents fuckin, Ill leave you traumatized The beef lives till the drama dies My daughter can get struck by lightning If I aint down for homicide You dont believe in me, you a atheist thug My bitch pussy delicious, its the Flavor of Love Fuck what they say, I tattoo your face Danger, but it aint For the Love of Ray J I got a Carhartt, I call my penis "Dickie" Before I let you bullshit me, I let Serena kick me And she got thunder thighs, I can just be so heartless And give you the business, but I aint from the Chi A product of the boards where Berry Gordy records Im talkin A-1 yola; this totally pure I flow bodies of waters, dead fishermen haunt me I got the temper of a trigger, the dick of a donkey Im a soldier boy , yeah, Im the last breathin No need to turn on my swag, cmon, Im swag sleepin Yall flows are old, yall sound like last weekend Im Marty, Delorean partying with a bad Rican Slaughterhouse in this bitch, nigga Sucker-free, fuck a bitch nigga Brooklyn! Let me get a shot at that, holla back Down the block from Marcy and Cooper, this guy can rap Ortiz, Im an animal , flow shit sick Had midgets in the hospital a few blocks from you Wood Hall, I stood tall in every battle Hip-hops like football, Im hard to tackle Im from where they clap a mac at you then have a Snapple The Rotten part of the Apple, abandoned tabernacles Ten-speeds, being peddled by chain snatchers Good weed, we drug-pedal and aim ratchets If you from my berg you know we insane bastards so On the hottest day we sport rain jackets Get your brain splattered for a cocaine package For a little chump change, they push your Rogaine backwards I dont know where you from, but where Im from its no good Better take the backstreets to check a chick in my hood

Bang. Let it bang. Yeah, let it bang. Uh uh uh yeah. Hey uh I aint tryin to stress my wealth But sometimes I gotta American Express myself When the pastor asked me why Im flashy Well, sometimes I gotta bless myself I see you shining, shining like a mirror ball Why when were abroad we dont never hear of yall? You local retard, Im the king of the world So the king of your city by default Niggas pullin out cash in wads My pants kinda tight, only fit, a credit card But please dont get to spazzin on em Really Doe got a different type of plastic on him And all my niggas, is big tippers Why? A little rain never hurt no strippers And it aint like I cant get along with you But I need you to get along while I get richer Speakin of richer you talkin bout prior Lets talk about now and the future which I am All star ah, Super Bowl shuffle Suicide door ah, big world tour ah I am the menorah of this new era And uh, you are?, dawg, whatever Got to excuse the cockiness But only an asshole can give you this much shit Dont make me swipe my card Nigga quit playin before I swipe my card I know you star, stuntin for these broads Nigga dont make me swipe my card Peep the ice game What the fuck? Are you a retard? Nigga quit playin before I swipe my card Nigga dont make me swipe my card Its no fair hes not No nigga bring the thunder Make your account look like social security numbers I fast yesterday, now you feel my hunger Why you grillin the Hummer? Can it be yours, you wonder Im on top and youre so far under Dodgin piranhas swimmin with them fish Chicken, Salmon, yeah my favorite dish Mess the kitchen up and I dont have to touch a dish I suggest you disperse, take a guest list Henny, Remy, bottles of Cris Miss, do you know who in this bitch? Handle that, I swung my wrist Look my name up, find me in the Ritz Thats cause Im stuntin with more labels than cars on All Star Weekend Awe baby we ballin, glasses over here are kinda low Dont stall Dont make me swipe my card Nigga quit playin before I swipe my card I know you star, stuntin for these broads Nigga dont make me swipe my card Peep the ice game What the fuck? Are you a retard? Nigga quit playin before I swipe my card Nigga dont make me swipe my card Man, just so you niggas dont get it confused I aint talkin about lean cards either Its got to have one of these logos: American Express, Master, Visa

Or I make the life I was very rich Already But if I think back to when I was making the College Dropout, thinking was this what I expected? I mean, I didn’t expect the losses and you expect everything to work out well But I expected real life And then I suffered the worst pains to help me to grow So those experiences, I never ask to take them away from me Because they’re all in God’s plan and help make me the man I am today And help make me more of a soldier and a vessel Because if I hadn’t suffered those losses, I might be scared or too scared to fight the war on traditional thinking Im about to go crazy Im about to go crazy We boutta go crazy Go crazy Better than the life I lived When I thought that I was gonna go crazy And now my grandmomma Aint the only girl callin me "baby" And if you feelin me now Then put yo hands up in the sky, let me hear you say Heyy, heyy, like we always do at this time I go for mine, I gots to shine Now throw yo hands up in the sky I, gotta go for mine, I gots to shine Now throw yo hands up in the sky Imma get on the TV momma and Imma Yo, Imma put shit down ayyy ayyy ayyy Welcome to the good life, where homies who sell D Wont even get pulled over in they new V The good life, lets go on a living spree Man, they say the best things in life are free The good life, it feel like Atlanta It feel like L.A. it feel like Miami It feel like N.Y. summertime Chi Ahhhhh! Now throw yo hands up in the sky So I roll through good Yall pop the trunk,I pop the hood - Ferrari And she got the goods And she got that ass, I got to look - sorry! Yo its gots to be cause Im seasoned Haters give me them salty looks - Lawrys 50 told me go head, switch the style up And if they hate then let em hate, watch the money pile up Welcome to the good life! Where we like the girls who aint on TV Cause they got mo The good life, so keep it comin with the bottles Cause she feel booze like she bombed at Apollo The good life, it feel like Philly It feel like D.C. it feel like D.C It feel like V.A. or the Bay or Yay Ayy! Homey tell me whats good Why I only got a problem when you in the hood? Like Im new in the hood The only thing I wish, I wish a nigga would He probably think he could But, but, I dont think he should 50 told me, go head, switch the style up And if they hate then let em hate and watch the money pile up Have you ever popped champagne on a plane, while gettin some brain Whipped it out, she said "I never seen Snakes on a Plane" Whether you broke or rich you gotta get this Havin moneys not everything not havin it is I was splurgin on Tryst, but when I get my card back Activated, Im back to Vegas I always had a passion for flashin Befo I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined The good life Everybody wants the good life Welcome to the good life Let me hear you say: Heyy, heyy, ooooh Im GOOD! Better than the life I lived When I though that I was gonna go crazy

– Hahaha, word up? – You know you like a Donald Goines, nigga. Thats off top I got bills and shit to pay And another mouth on the way, Im ghetto – Thats right, thats what Im talkin bout, tell the, tell the young boys out there, man – Takin it back on some soulful type shit, Hip-Hop in its rare form Spend a dollar on some wine Hand my clothes out on the line, Im ghetto – Now yall niggas wanna wear Polo and Hilfiger – Dreamin all of this riches, dreamin all of this bitches See me cruisin down the lane Doin two miles per hour, baby, Im ghetto – Yall wanna go places like Vegas and Beverly Hills like every three seconds – We just wanna talk to yall, tell yall a lil somethin Im not ashamed of my Fam I cant help it who I am, Im ghetto – I tell the story for the young black youths out there Yo, it started out in East New York, where I grew up Knew how to walk, favorite carry weapon was a fork Older folks smoked out, straglers Almost had to bust a Marvin Haglar, starvin for mine Bust three at ya, dad fucked up consecutively Him and some relatives is Gangsters, sellin Pussy Moms dropped him on the spot, smacked me in the knot Only he gave you was your name and these blocks Thats ya Pops, still, thats me still, keep it real If it wasnt for him and his steel there probably wouldnt be a meal We in his Caddy siliconed out, zoned out Three days away from home he stoned out Coke on the table, pressin redial Son, Im sendin you home, nigga you foul But gettin big, half the niggas I run wit gettin jig The other fifty cent balancin a bid Oh, shit, got this bitch seeded, cop pleaded What to do? knock your self off, God succeeded And the most scariest part? Better have heart Cause the Lions and wolves will rip you apart Make a brick and get barred, shoot joints, get involved Put tints on your windows, whip cars Yeah, all the giants revolve Black carry-on, ready to die for the family hard Alcoholic vultures with toasters, sheep skins on Leather V Bombers, bums with no coats on We livin financially fucked up, gotta have credit Smoke a bag of wet and set it, the block we deaded Society wrong, we too black and too strong to prolong Got my woman with a gun in her thong Its kinda wild how we livin, the Devil fall has arisen We travel from here to prison A presidency shelter for my elders Thats real, cause we need them and they need us Thats wealth for ya, leavin on this moment Meditate, four in the Mornin, nigga, you straight I got hustlin on my mind Otherwise Im feelin fine, Im ghetto I like black tint on my car At the park a Superstar, Im ghetto, yeah See me cruisin down the lane Two miles per hour Baby, Im ghetto Im not ashamed of my Fam I cant help it who I am, Im ghetto Born in the gutter A Black Pops and a Puerto Rican Mother I kept a stolen whip and razor sharp box cutter Known from Albany Ave to 98th and Sutter My leathers was pleathers while yalls was butter Robbin and hustlin anything for a profit Thirteen years old 3 Months in Spofford Crime, I couldnt stop it, didnt pass the Tenth grade School was cool but it didnt keep our rent paid So every Wednesday me and my dogs Hop the train for a Ki in the Bronx Knowin all along the shit was wrong Aint the first and damn sure aint the last it keeps goin on So keep movin on, same old story, my Pops left Waves and Ponys and mock necks Tres and Fortys and hot sex, with around the way bitches From around the way riches, yo, my block reps I stay Brooklyn zoned, underground is how I network Million dollar meetings in Timbs and sweatshirts So pardon my appearance, everythings all good Nigga Im just like you except Im from the hood I got bills and shit to pay And another mouth on the way, Im ghetto Spend a dollar on some wine Hang my clothes out on the line, Im ghetto See me cruisin down the lane Doin two miles per hour Baby, Im ghetto Im not ashamed of my Fam I cant help it who I am, Im ghetto Does anyone mind the truth yall? Does anyone mind the truth yall? Does anyone mind the truth yall? Does anyone mind the truth yall?

I am the magic man Got the world in his hands, world in his hands He said I am the magic man, world in his hands, world in his hands Is anybody out there? The magic man The show goes on in 6 minutes and this is his lovely assistant Shes so beautiful dont you agree? He made her to the star she always wanted to be Buhblaaoowww, are those the stars you wanted to see? The magic man could make the roof disappear in every car in his fleet Was on dubs, he could take a bird flip it to 3 Release the doves, turn any bar into the fight club Gotta fight every night to prove my love You messing with this joker but you need a king Cause hell club anybody trying to jack his queen Imma call a spade a spade from the start He gave you diamonds, shouldve gave you his heart, you see? Jealousy strikes again, but she, said Im just trying to wave at the man Then he, turned her eyes black and blue with the wave of his hand The Magic Man I am the magic man Got the world in his hands, world in his hands He said I am the magic man, world in his hands, world in his hands Is anybody out there? The magic man Abracadabra, from a dime piece to pieces of a dime bag lady Each package, new baggage Implemented a tragic plan A volunteer from the audience, for the magic man I have doubt my hat with natural flowers She wanted work but wouldnt put any actual hours Her dude had the keys to super natural powers So she still with this new guy who can supply that white tiger like Siegfried & Roy Indeed the boy, had that sweet street magic like David Blaine and she made it plain If I had any advice that could save her, I could just save it man, and I cant understand that baby She said you aint no Houdini, ahhhh I know I aint I am an artist that can help you escape Do yall feel that, or is it cold just in here For his next trick, Ta-da, he made her soul disappear The magic man I am the magic man Got the world in his hands, world in his hands He said I am the magic man, world in his hands, world in his hands Is anybody out there? The magic man Voila!, she knew that I was into the stars I didnt have to tip her, she was into my bars A Tender, as slender as the pictures you remember, when you were younger You wonder how she get from under, the sheets She do a trick and keep it discreet She wore a mink, fuck a rabbit just to keep the mystique High like the magic frank had in the streets In the sweetest way her status and her habits are meet Its kinda tragic to see, this young woman cut in half Thought she was the one but she couldnt do the math In a flash, so fast i watch her ass disappear He had game, pulled a quarter from the back of her ear, and macked in her ear And played with her dreams, in a world where everything aint the way that it seems Under her spell, she let any dave cop a feel, I tried to tell the girl the magic man is not for real The magic man I am the magic man Got the world in his hands, world in his hands He said I am the magic man, world in his hands, world in his hands Is anybody out there?

Phillipe: Hello, Jean-Claude! It appears theres a problem in the sea. There’s a little hole, and its accumulating a lot of junk! Jean-Claude: Oh ho! Theres a hole in the bottom of the sea There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a hole Theres a hole Theres a hole in the bottom of sea Phillipe: See? I told you Jean-Claude: Wa-hoo! Phillipe: Uh huh! Theres a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a log Theres a log There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: But that’s not all! Weve only just begun! There’s a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a bump Phillipe: Ooh! Theres a bump Phillipe: Ooh! There’s a bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Oh, I love this song, Jean-Claude! Jean-Claude: Wonderfully repetitive, Phillipe! Theres a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Ha ha! Theres a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a frog Theres a frog Theres a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Oh boy, this is crazy! Jean-Claude: Its getting nuts, no? Theres a fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Oh ho! Theres a fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a fly Phillipe: Uh huh! Theres a fly Theres a fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Oh, Im getting dizzy! Ok, again! Jean-Claude: Oh, here we go! Theres a wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Oh ho! Theres a wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a wing Theres a wing Theres a wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: Oh ho, Jean-Claude, you are looking green! Jean-Claude: But of course! Theres a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a flea Jean-Claude: Mm-hm! Theres a flea Jean-Claude: Mm-hm! Theres a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Theres a flea Theres a flea Theres a flea on the wing on the fly on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea Phillipe: In the bottom of the seeea! Jean-Claude: Thankfully, the flea is clean! Phillipe: Oh yeah!

All my love is all I have All my life I look for you Im just Fab, I see how Mary be now But I can barely be found And I rarely be round But when I do, the jury be drowned And you can see how clear the Pavees, and the Canaries be now The top on the 5 series be down And Im chillin where them little houses on the prairie be now Although there was a time I would barely see thous But Im gettin a multi-million dollar yearly fee now Girls, dont even know me, want to marry me now Dudes, I thought was homies, want to bury me now Thats why I keep a bulletproof vest, no matter where we be now And I carry three pounds, and nearly three rounds I take whatever the verdict from the jury be now Rather than friends, its pallbearers that carry me round Everybody staring unnecessarily now But theres no tints on my life, so you can clearly see now All my love is all I have And my dreams are very special All my life I looked for you And today your dream come true You need me and I need you Lovin us is very special Lovin life and life and livin Your very special Yall can never be built like me, even if yall look at my blueprint But since yall watches look like its movement Ill show you how video games look on the new Sprint Flip out digital screens, look in the new Bent 100 and flat screens, look in the new Pint Even our Air Forces lookin to new tints I stay away from anythin that look like a nuisance But yall gotta peep this rookies improvement I tip it with you and Cause most dudes was doin verses for a few dollars and a hook for a few cents All I do is try to teach and look to influence But it look like the students are playin hooky, and truin And some say that we lookin like new gents But money talks, and it dont look like yall fluent And yall done seen how this "Youngn" look in the new pints But its my life and you cant look in the new tints Uh, If I could say so myself, I came a long way Even though I feel like the same old John J Nothin change, when I aim, Im gonna spray When I eat, I order the same old entree When I ride, I let the same old songs play And when I work, I do the same old long days From bein Fab, to looked at by dames the wrong way They know where we came, from the name they call me I already know what these lames is gonna say And I already seen what games they gonna play Fuck with family, dont say the name the wrong way And when you die, yall crackers gonna blame it on strays Cause love and life, and life and livin Your very special - w/ variations Me and Fab are very special Me and Fab are very special

Yeah Time for us to the reach for the stars Talk Bono Ive seen coal turn to diamonds And blind mans visions become skyscrapers What begun as a scene is no longer a dream Lets become skyscrapers, skyscrapers Woke up in the mornin from this dream that I had They said it was no more bombs on Baghdad I even heard there was peace out in Egypt Everybody in the streets representin they freedom I heard the recession was over now Peace signs in the air, bring back the soldiers now I even seen a stone-fiend turn sober now Things are gettin better now, damn, how the world goes around Ive seen coal turn to diamonds And blind mans visions become skyscrapers What begun as a scene is no longer a dream Lets become skyscrapers, skyscrapers Woke up in the mornin from this dream that I had They said poverty in the world wasnt comin back I even heard the doctor killed cancer in the lab The education system made a big comeback Damn, it was all bout a week ago We pray to the most high to let our dreams flow We pray to the most high to let our dreams grow You got dreams of skyscrapers, let the world know, oh Ive seen coal turn to diamonds And blind mans visions become skyscrapers What begun as a scene is no longer a dream Lets become skyscrapers, skyscrapers My hands scrape the sky, I cant escape this high Sometimes I felt like I just couldnt wait to die If I fall, I cant fly, cant hate the sky For not slowin me down before I hit the ground Before I hit the town, I used to hit the weed Try to hang around thieves just tryna get degrees But I end up round rats just tryna get the cheese It aint gotta be all that, I aint beggin, but, bitch, please Ive seen coal turn to diamonds And blind mans visions become skyscrapers What begun as a scene is no longer a dream Lets become skyscrapers, skyscrapers Put your hands up and touch the sky Put your hands high and touch the skyscrapers Put your hands high and touch the sky Put your hands high and touch the skyscrapers Breezes in the summer comin sky In jungles through the life of flashin lights Feel for the, feel for For

...Calling Out to All my Yall my, ladies and I cant Let you Be with no one but me baby To my thick chicks down in Texas All the way to New Orleans where da girls cook catfish And in LA every chicks an actress Hollywood status with the shaded glasses To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest Where the ladies got ass to sell a lot of sex And Hot Atlanta yall is one of the best Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess And New York women are way too fresh Too much on your mind let me ease that stress I wish you all were mine its so selfish Maybe Im feelin myself too much I guess But, to my ladies all across the globe In small towns that I dont even know To all local international codes Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, Im Callin... Im callin Out to All my Yall my ladies and I cant Let you Be with no one but me baby Uh! And Ill be trying to come around my girl acting like Mr Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get em a Clone He said yeah you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus niece Can I please, say my peace If yall fresh to death, then Im deceased And this one here, is a heat rocks Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks New version of Pete Rock! But for that Benz I get CL love So I switch my girls around like 3LW Im calling Im calling Out to All my Yall my ladies and I cant Let you Be with no one but me baby What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland For that good head in your Jetta better believe it Shanice youre my piece from Compton Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark Up Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel You lookin good in that one showin off your body Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardis Take me to after parties her name was Carrie And it sucks that we didnt keep in touch Im sorry But, hey Kim hows Minneapolis? You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes Cause I love you girls though you aint mine I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time Im calling Out to All my Yall my ladies and I cant Let you Be with no one but me baby Im calling out to all my Yall my, ladies and I cant let you Be with, no one, but me, baby

Lyrics From Snippets You aint really want me to ball Why all bad bitches keep they phone face-down? Bad girls always keep they phone face-down I love you when you face-down I let you stick, oughta put you in ... ... face-down Keep goin, Ima let you finish ... Face down for the count with me, we bust a couple rounds And if we dont make it, then well measure by the pound Ow, wow, wow Now Im fuckin, now Im, now Im fuckin, now Im, now Im fuckin I fell in love with her moanin Time to move in, and move in that body, you want it Seven Worlds, lately been like we wildin, wildin Young nigga, gon get it, gon go, woah I live by the road ... Why all girls keep they phone face-down?

Uh, I dont need no little ass I need a ghetto ass girl With a car that can make it cross town with just a little gas I know when we first met, you was a little gassed But you want to keep your swag So you was holding back Your little brother love me He say, "Yeezy got some fresh clothes" Your grandmother love me Cause I always dress in dress clothes I can switch your dress code Change your life like, "presto" I am like that Aston Martin engine, you just press "go" Why you acting like you aint impressed for Oh, see why you listen to the press though? I aint finna explain my life up on no Larry King Cause when I show her that thing She said, "that explains everything" Everything That just changed everything Yeezy on her name ring Yeezy where her chain bling Yeah, I throw Barack up, but Baby, you get my vote Love a ghetto girl with more ass than the models See, see, see I did the screwed up shit myself I aint put no affect, no You know Ay, ay, ay gonna thump m thump When I thump Im thumpin on the old game I can thump, thump, do some, something till they sold me Turn that bitch to a Soul Train Ill get a thump with the old stain Want to just slap that cocaine Like a cold king, someone who just sound like, "okay" Okay, I get it, I pound it, I spit it, now Im throwin up Im gonna, wanna something, till I got my moana And then Im gonna....

I guess you think you know the story, you dont The real one is much too gory The phony one, the only one you know Was cooked up years, and years ago And makes to sound all soft and sappy Just to keep the children happy Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather round, children; zip it; listen Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murcielago Thats me, the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Me no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models "You aint got no fuckin Yeezy in your Serato?" You aint got no Yeezy, nigga? Stupid, but what the fuck do I know? Im just a Chi-town nigga with a Nas flow And my bitch in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Look like a fat booty Celine Dion Sex is on fire, Im the King of Leon-a Lewis Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher Tell me how do you respond to students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemies Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But whats worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin down the window Too many Urkels on your team, thats why your wins low Dont make me pull the toys out, huh Dont make me pull the toys And fire up the engines And then they make noise Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with herons In a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldnt spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress And woke up back in Paris Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh

Aint no light on a one night star, one night star No lights ever shone this far, one night star They say the stars dont shine this far, one night star They say the shine dont shine this far, this far down, this far down Little light for one night star, one night bar They say the stars dont shine this far, this far down Now lay me down with another clown Over summer now, silvers not the summer now Bust down a cutie, nights on a duty the business man, family on the golf course Next morning as he shows no remorse With his daughter, oughta be ashamed oughta be the game Little nose for the colder one Later that night, he was finna put a hole in one Little lights all in one night star, one night star They say the stars dont shine that far, that far down Little life for a one night star, my one night star He said, "Will you be my one night star?", the prettiest by far, prettiest by far Proof that beauty is the worst curse known to man Beauty is the on the sand Screaming out "fore!", golf hit the sand Screaming out, "Pour out this for " Golf - I do all comparisons to him on the golf course the next day Like he aint just had a prostitute the previous night and shit You know?

Kanye.. And we have.. M-O-B-B, Yo, Yeah Cmon drop that, Yeah, Uh-huh Just throw your hands in the air Yeah.. Yo Im there for you, here with you, its clear its crystal I air before you only get stronger the things, you been through I dont kill you thats what itll do Run with a few multiple-scribed, they say we belong in a fuckin zoo We done crashed all sorts of clubs forcin the love Often above them cowards and them so called thugs When we come through respect is there, cause we demand it Know the mobb is in the building, we officially landed Keep your eyes on the man with the hammers, they cant stand us Try to raid us the faggots snitchin and got the cameras Cock the cannons but shorty just keep dancin cuz it might Be a chance that it wont pop off If it do stay close to the wall, we gettin it on You about to witness fellas who gifted in brawl My homie Lyndon Erik Da Bob pissin you off This southern cat finnin to get it so kiss ya cross So if you goin thru it but you wont let it hold you down Cmon ma We gon party to the crack of dawn lets get it on with the girls and me and my mans Theres only few things I die for Infamous my family, this money, sonny I hit the sky for We dont take time off, we take rhymes off Come with somethin better than that, to blow your mind more Gettin our shine on... I think this due for a storm, hurricane Mobb Rain on your parade and you can thank god Or you can thank P, for simply not squeezin Really it wasnt called for, and you dont want it To call for it, dont play my gun, it go off Inside of your head oops, niggas be dead Then we drooped in the Coupes real heavy on the gas Out there like the concord I show you how to get murdered, and the cops never catch on I show you how to do songs, then after than show You how to do them contracts and get yours We aint finished yet cmon baby bring it back cmon You know that thing in the stash box Ready to pop bast in the spot you stunt, you know we gon lock ass Inevitable, cant control them slugs Came from a place, that shape and mold them thugs Flood the block with nothin but that gangsta shit Yall dead on that, now take ya miss, bitch Its plain to see, that you could never snake me I never let the grass grow past my Nikes Summertime in our wife beats, boiled this brick Outside with thermo shirts underneath tees I stalely keep a mack on me, and let people Try and contest Mobb Deep Uh, yeah, yeah, cmon Yeah M-O-B-B Baby 0-4.. Kanye Flip it out my nigga