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Gucci Mane – Work in Progress (Intro) Lyrics

[Intro]
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice
Hah
It’s Gucci
Hah

[Verse]
I was piss poor, sleeping on the dirt floor
And we couldn’t pay the rent so it’s a notice on the door
The neighbors been noticed so what I’ma front for?
Using pennies for the bus like what I’ma stunt for?
Mama workin’ like a dog but we still broke
We lighting candles in the house ’cause the lights off
The best thing that ever happened, I got kicked out
Bought me a Chevy, got a grill, now I’m gold-mouthed
I lost my daddy last year, I couldn’t even cry
‘Cause it’s so hard to shed a tear, he didn’t even try
The only person in the world I could fully trust
Was my older brother Vic, that’s just how it was
Top in the trunk, this for Bankroll and Slim Dunk
I miss that girl Beasley, she was a real one
I had an artist that I treated like my own son
Gave him the shirt off my back and my own gun
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, Mister Don Don
It’s been rainin’ so long, when the sun comin’?
I’m drop top but put the top up when the storm comin’
Sometimes I think about my past, it make me start tripping
I was gifted with a talent that was god-given
But I was so hard-headed I would not listen
Sometimes I sit and I reflect about that cold prison
And doin’ pull-ups with a nigga got a life sentence
They gave my nigga Grant life, he only gained on me
Five years later, how we in the same room?
You go to jail, that’s when you see who really love you
I don’t think nobody love me like my auntie Jean do
R.I.P my auntie Jean and uncle Goat too
How you gon’ judge me? you don’t know what I been through
I think these killers need a hug, I need a hug too
You send a slug, I send a slug, you know how thugs do
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through
But I forgive, I been forgiven, I hold grudges too
I’m just a work in progress, I’m not even through

[Outro]
Wop
Hah
Woo

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IDK – Pizza Shop (feat. Yung Gleesh)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, "Fuck you, pay me"
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

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IDK – Pizza Shop Extended (feat. Yung Gleesh, Doom & Del The Funky Homosapien)

Part I

[Intro]
Blow your mind

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
This that drive-by
This that Shawty Lo in Impala
Hello out the whip
With the clip, make you bye-bye
Roll the windows up
Hotbox, smokin’ la la
Roll the windows down
See the opps, it’s a problem
Shit, really I’m a good boy
But that Trapaholics tag turned me to a hood boy
Blunt guts on the floor, I’m a Backwood boy
Lookin’ at me wrong, make you wish you never looked, boy
Screamin’ out the window like, “Fuck you, pay me”
Stick you for the cash like my nickname Baby (brrr)
Used to have a job, but that job barely paid me
Charley’s Grilled Subs tried to minimum wage me, lately
Hangin’ with my niggas makes me wanna start trouble
If they fight, I’ma fight, make this shit a royal rumble
I’m a gang gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’ run

[Chorus: Yung Gleesh & Jay IDK]
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Here’s a little story ’bout them boys that’s hittin’ licks, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Gimme that shit, ayy, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run
Pizza spot, pizza shop, gimme that shit, ayy
Run nigga, nigga, run, nigga, nigga, run

[Verse 2: Jay IDK]
I used to wanna hang with Dae Dae and them (Dae Dae and them)
I used to wanna hang with Nelson and them (Nelson and them)
I used to wanna hang with Diemon and them (Diemon and them)
‘Til they gave all three 40 years in the Pen
But that’s the way you get respect when you tryna be ’bout it
Shit I was goin’ down that road, but my phone kept reroutin’
They tryna go the right way, but the left said, ayy
You gon’ ride, ride, ride, ride, ride for the gang
So now we speedin’ to the pizza place
Closin’ up, it’s gettin’ late
Someone gotta rob the shit
Everybody look at Jay
Gang, gang nigga ’til the jump outs come
If the jump outs come, guaranteed I’m gon’
Run that shit

[Interlude]
Drop dis like a fuckin’ gunshot blaow!

Part II

[Intro: Jay IDK]
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat
Load the clip, rob, repeat

[Verse 1: Jay IDK]
Now everybody get up on the fuckin’ ground
And if you make a sound, I might have to drown it with these rounds
Knowin’ I’m no killer, but fuck it, I’m tryna be that nigga
So my actin’ skills kick in, I’m Michael Jackson off of Thriller, hehehe
Where the safe at? Don’t make me ask again
Where the safe at?
Next question is: where the tape at?
That’s when I seen a red light blinkin’ in peripheral
I took the cam’s position and reversed it like reciprocal, hah
I put a gun to her neck, she put her hand on the safe
I hear a car creepin’ up and then I tell her to wait
Hold up, don’t make a sound, just let his ass drive around
And you will not feel a round, shhh
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Police car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creepin’ up
Car creepin’ up, creepin’ up, creep, creep

[Verse 2: MF DOOM]
Me the villain
Dudes known to do more hustlin’ than stealin’
Papi snatch your soul out if you’re in your feelings
Never do no types of discussions around dealings
Get focused, y’all
Telephone bring repercussions to your well-being
And Instagram put clowns in a jam
Doin’ 10 straight in a cell, hot plate eatin’ Spam
Wanna be the man, but don’t see the plan

[Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien]
Finally someone let me out of my cage
Little did they know, I’ma hit the front page in three days (damn)
These days peeps do anything to make a buck (I know)
Jackin’ jackers like they tryna win the sweepstakes
Each day I be fightin’ for my sanity (yeah)
My ho stay mad at me (what,) she just a liability (fuck it)
She called the pizza shop, said she needed a delivery
They arrived, but she broke, are you kiddin’ me?
I got back from answerin’ job calls
I seen a fool hop out the window, just boxers on
I recognized her from the pizza shop
I’m already deducin’ that my ho had to have somethin’ to do with this

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Mike WiLL Made It – Perfect Pint (Ransom 2 Album)

[Intro]
Wop
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

[Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
Gi-gimme some space
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
And this freak in my ear tryna go
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
We poured our first perfect pints
We poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It’s Gucci!
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine
I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L. King
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Holding on to memories
Hoping they come to life
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Poured our first perfect pints

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Everything I do is with the extras
Flip me couple million for investments
And my hood love me unconditional
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
R.I.P. to Shawty Lo, yeah B. Dot know I’m flexin’
VIP my vadio, 200 on the guest list
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ayy

[Outro: Swae Lee]
Holding onto memories
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive

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Ace Hood – Married To The Game letras

Rip Shawty Lo

[Verse]
I did this for my niggas, for my son and my lil daughter
Wishing everyday that someone bring me back my grandma
Sick of all this bullshit I’m sick of this drama
And I dont want to impose or drop you off with all my problems
And they tell me hold my head and they tell me to be strong
In a room full of my people but I still feel so alone
And they tell me to keep on, my eyes are on the throne
Just hope you ain’t the one who hides his hands but throw the stones
I gotta get back in my zone, I gotta rewrite all my wrongs
I gotta show all these niggas who sleeping the reason that I am the chosen
Fuck it I’m back on my god flow, I do this shit with my eyes closed
I got the I got the god glow, I keep the stick in the console
Throw the crosses on my dashboard, many nights I wanna fast forward
Fresh stamps on my passport, all I’m thinking bout is thank you lord
These niggas wanna hold me, these niggas can’t control me
These niggas wasn’t raised right how you call a lame nigga OG
Had a visionary since 14 young nigga with a big dream
Hit the scene I was 18 with the cash flow niggas all know
Spitting all this real shit, record labels gotta deal with it
Underrated is an understatement all these haters coming out the pool pit
I’m the guy with the big smile cause I know I got a full clip
And I know long as God with me I can strive reaching at a higher temp
I’m a fly guy nigga why lie but the truth hurts but the pain heals
Long has a nigga got WiFi we can puff past on they dawg ass
Ladies love me like I’m LL, chocolate sunday on the hashtag
Niggas doing shit half assed, glad put them in a trashbag
Where the money? Where the money bags? Straight to it got a sun pass
Bae calling for the D
Know I got a couple though like the honey badge’
I’m in Arizona like the Cardinals
Beat the odds like I’m Harpo
Niggas claim they got this and that but know its tough to see it like it’s Waldo
Rip my homie Shawty Lo legendary up in Bankhead
Praying everyday my people safe and every other day another murder case
Black man gotta dig a grave they just let the cops get away
Damn shame but the time change nowadays niggas shoot back
Feel like I’m living in combat
Feel like I’m living in combat
We just asking where the love at, nigga
Breathe

[Outro]
(dj esco, ET)
We must say a prayer for our people (esco terrestrial)
Just fighting to be equal
Preach preach preach preach
Amen

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Joe Budden – Freestyle

Intro: Styles P (Talking)

Real MC shit you know
Jedi’s on deck pay attention
Fuck y’all niggas talkin’ bout?
Verse 1: Styles P

Lyrical last dragon, acid saliva
Guns are the bars yeah the casket provide it
You can ask a survior, you can ask a supplier
He’s hot headed, he’ll leave you as masses on fire
I’m the ghost rider that’ll kill your ghost writer
Make him OD on heroin, he’s a dope writer
If you had it written don’t you tell me that you spittin’
Imma say you bullshittin’ and go suck a dick
And get a hand gun and stand there and take this ass whippin’
Yeah, I’m 41 but you ain’t got to act dumb nigga
I ain’t got a problem killing 41 young niggas
14 years ago I had 41 guns nigga
I was movin’ work at like 41 slums nigga
Told my nigga Budden we don’t always get along
But one things for sure, we can have a rap discussion
We know we got bars and these little niggas don’t
Let’s lock ’em up, just slaughter ’em, make it look disgusting
Cut from a cloth that God made
Waring in the devils’ land when I want to war knockin’ ‘I Pray’
Could kill MC’s for like 5 days
I’m talkin’ Monday through Friday
Go and pick up then dump ’em on the highway
Yeah, you should know that the ghost here
Space ghost, kill ’em all, then say the coast clear (yeah)

Verse 2: Joe Budden

A nigga vision is so clear
Even through the mystici , keep the pope near
Was big out in L.E.S., this ain’t Joe clear
Gossip gets deaded as soon as it hits Joe’s ear
So the venom is caged, I’m underpaid
I can only give ’em minimum rage
I came up when all they respected is violence
If you know, it’s something to be said in my silence
Only time we vacate is when we left for the islands
Stash in the bathroom, police severed the tiling
Got football numbers when the squad was pinched
Well deserved, we put Eagles in the cars and went
Listen, the fame you can keep
Some niggas became sheep
But before I ever snitch, I refrain from speech
All I hear is niggas talkin’ bout Game and Meek
I’m in the crib thinkin’ this entire game is meek
This shit has changed Ghost
They lowered the understanding
Prisoner of my mind claustrophobic in my mansion
But you and ‘Kiss told me we gon’ make it
Say whatever you want about him he don’t fake it
You rarely see me out, I don’t be most places
In bars it’s still shit that real G’s hold sacred, yeah
That’s probably why they adore me though
Lastly before we go, rest in peace Shawty Lo