[Verse 6: Problem]Got Mary blowing JaneWe fucking high, sex on a planeHey newscaster, we about to rainGet love in the club because we fill the section with pain, c'monBlow him up, finna explodeAll of Hell's Kitchen praying he don't stick to the stoveGod got me, illumi-not-me written in boldSlept on, now I'm everywhere like g-g-g-go crazyBuy 150, let me tell y'all now, I want NikkiLift her up like helicopter far away from her fellowLet her play ProblemWhile problem tongue play with propeller (What)Keep fresh just in MargielasDiamond lane running thangs ain't shit you can tell us (Don't tell us nothing)Done everything, ain't shit you can sell usMoney over bullshit, friction derail us (Naw!)Compton niggas, yeah we take it or leave itKnow once it's almost over tryin' to jerk the wheelYou nervous, like them cutters he'd inject the speedAnd you think you mothafucka faking me, my nigga? (What)Yeah I bet a nigga crawl to the crownI'm a boss, hire hoes while I bottle outI see them niggas shaking hands and biting stylesGot her to stay city in 'cause I fired her spouse'Cause I'm a mad manJust fuck niggas like the Klan, manPut you to sleep like the SandmanGive me the throne, I'm a chairman (Diamond)Rolex beat, it's time for just winning, no fakesJust copped more .4 5's and 9's and I ain't talking bout no JsPlease be afraid but I ain't the shooter, Chachi-paloozaRiding shotty in the Chevy bitch old as a cougarLyrical Ruger, pop your medullaYou lukewarm, boy, go get you a cooler pleaseYour bitch know that I'm cooler, pleaseYour bitch know that I'm cooler, pleaseSo cool I could fucking die if I drop a few degreesBoss daddy use the porthole pleaseGet it good girl, use your knees, I love them brainiacsYeah, my last ho had a few degrees (For real)Back on my Compton shit, demonic how I demolish shitAngelic with my intuitionStudent of game make hoes pay tuition (Huh)No dice, no pill, but I'm on a rollThat one nigga that Kendrick can't control (What)Problem

[Verse 7: Danny Brown](Check!)That Ambien in my ink penMove the brown squares like Wheat ThinsY'all five days and a weekendStay smokin' on that defenseThat's two or three and I'm zonin'Got money like I cloned itYour bitch came through and I owned itRims on the Caddy and I ice cream coned itHomie, you ain't hitting on nothin'Drop that top when I hit that button (Beep)Pimp so hard it's a full time jobSwear, 12 stacks in my glove boxBitch niggas, tell me what it's gon' beYoung nigga chop it up 223 (Do, do, do ,do)Come to the D, don't hit OGsAnd my advice is stay low-key (Uh-huh)Bitch we great, bitch we great (Great), fuckin' set (Set)Bitch we jump up, bitch we jump up, we gotta have itGotta get, get, we gotta get, get, we gonna take it firstWe jump, said bitch we jump, we gotta make it (Yeah)Couple racks up on them Wikki stiksYo bitch, she smoked my trippy stickRidiculous, put dick on tit, spit on clitAnd it's over with, I'm over itNo sober shit, drink 'til I just throw up and shitY'all ho told me come over hereSo guess what nigga it's over withAnd it's over with

[Verse 8: Meyhem Lauren]Fresh out the wave pool, my niggas made coolWe wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to doIf I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your booMy team's official, you ain't shit, that's why she's trying my crewPardon me, I move retardedlyThis shit is old to me, the real New York is part of meI'm always shopping, keep it fly, Lauren is archeryDon't get it twisted, realistic, I could part the seaMy life is fast, I take a chance when I insert the keyAnd then I turn it up, that's really how you work the VYour stash ain't never dry if you getting your work from meWe do this fly shit perfectly, we're enough to rise the mercuryHeat nigga, street niggaReflect those both when I be rapping on the beat, niggaLooking Cambodian while standing at the podiumMy flow was opium, we cock bottles and open themLaurenovich

[Verse 9: Raekwon]Stop by, tryna see a nigga, all I buy is these trees, king100 ki's in them streets, nigga, mask me up in greaseSneaker game is lethal, NY, them eaglesFly through, get high too, fly as hell, might as wellHire you the live group, come through with that live crewBirds chirpin', cop that Birkin, boo, yo, I supplied youLiable to be in Beirut, no Beirut, this debutSlick, little niggas get gun poundin', keep moving, who saved you?Play who? Not me, me and Bronson, not weTwo real niggas sitting in the East CoastIce is on, heat closeFuck around and kill one of y'all clown ass niggas, word upTake your two, take your hatTake a nap, put your ass ton the ground, little niggasWe pound niggas and drown niggas andHemmied up, that brown, niggasAll my niggas get stemi'd up, Hennessy, Louis VMe and you, me and her, we as one and she is doneBattle rap me three to one, freedom after, kingdom come

[Verse 10: Vado]Triple hundred K in my duffleGive a hundred K to my muscleSlept a hundred days, just wakin' upNeed a brick, just break it upBreak it down, then take the cutWe shave around like a taper cutI weigh the pound, if you hatin' us'Bout to paint the town, most hated whatMost hated whatGrab the dice then shake 'em upTalked hundreds since eight and upYou lost the onions, no makin' upNo blunts but y'all fake as fuckIt's gym time and I'm shapin' upI've been foulin', when Blake get upYou gon' waste a life, you need to hang it upDreams, click clackMan down with that chrome Uz'On his back like "Nigga don't move"Word to mother, we don't loseTalk butter like we don't moveSee Gutter, be home soonSee Gutter, he'll be home soon

[Bridge: Vado]What's good? Talk the money, what's good?Haters frontin', what's good?I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?"You know I got it, what's good?My people's 'bout it, what's good?Never stop, we never settleGotta push the pedal in that hoodWhat's good? Talk the money, what's good?Haters frontin', what's good?I'm pullin' up like, "What's good?"You know I got it, what's good?My people's 'bout it, what's good?Never stop, we never settleGotta push the pedal in that hood

[Verse 11: Kilo Kish]I sit in the back of the room, legs crossed, melting waxAnother free drink so soon? All good, knock it backRed lights, heart attack, just a dream with no end in sightWaking up to evening, now it seems I live this rotten lifeSpoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning handsComing out to dance with other drones who couldn't give a damnBut when the night calls, redcurrant lipstick with the lights offLook at all the bottles lined up, wondering who they could pop forGolden ember to the black floor, burning monks to feel the timbrePart of the action, retweet, now you're the attractionSit around and watch them, watch their faces and reactionsThen blur the lines until the sun is back on your horizon

[Verse 12: Zombie Juice]Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, breatheInhale, potent marijuana running shit like the mayorRap game Peter Parker web swinging through the airMy minds in the clouds and I ain't got a beerSee I ain't got a care kill them now and reap the benefitsColdest nigga out and I ain't sold no fucking discHenny bottle-eater, three grams in the fuckin' spliffCall it what you want, I'm a zombie, bitch, I'm off this shit

[Verse 13: Erick Arc Elliott]Yo', Prada never gonna pile up if you can't follow this game, niggaMy team smoking that greenIf you ain't seen me then you must be a lame, niggaAnd I'll give you three shots hold this heat downShorty pussy so wet she could soak a beach towelBut meanwhile, Effortless, so she thought it was a freestyleEverybody wanna floss like a G nowWhat about me? Never had a bitch nigga doubt meZombie gang all y'all niggas pace is shitOn some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the sameSo forever am I living staying out of prisonMommy told me different but these hoes don't hear itForever am I living staying out of prisonMommy told me different but these hoes don't hear it

[Verse 14: Meechy Darko]I heard life's a bitch so I spit and stimulate her clitHitting licks Henny shots hitting licks on the aveHitting licks who is this? that be MeechZombie walking casualty beat the beat till it's actually fragmentsCoke off her areola and no not a can of sodaTearing flesh pussy pink look like Cam's Range RoverNo High school diploma but baby I'm a street souljaSchool of the hard knocks every class I leap overSmith and Wesson .500, long nose, mazel tovShoot a man who squeal then I peel like an old cutLike my women heightened and not even tryingAnd if she leaky leaky then Meechy gon' dive inHa, mic check check me, skin darker than WesleyTwo-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. BentleyMind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted?The darkest nigga in it sparking up to infinite

[Verse 15: Renegade El Rey]Renegade, nigga, let's get it straight from the gateI'ma tell you what it is, I'ma tell you what it ain'tSee you ain't gotta questionOr better yet second guess anything that I might sayYou see not a single syllable is out of placeI rock a venue, people barely know my nameWhat I'm tryna tell you is I ain't gotta tell you a fuckin' thingI'ma show so you know, niggas either do or they don'tAnd bein' number two is what I won't beI'm silencin' lambs and sheep, don't sleepCause my characteristics are that of a cannibalCall this shit Hannibal LecterMy timing's impeccable, sharp like a razorbladeAnd you look dissectible, I've been on my mind for days'Cause homie we've been in the grind for yearsSouthern eagle nigga, fuck 'em all mane, we don't fly in fearI grew up in the city where they figured they can kill dreams when they kill KingNiggas stay shot, shit stay locked, I stay strapped, fuck you mean?'Bout my green, I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest"When I need bread, I'm like "Fuck the rest"I be up all night tryna chase the checkProlly spent it fast, I need to make it backM.E.M.P.H.I.S, they could never stop meCheck these lames and pimp this game, let's put it in my pocket

[Verse 16: Rockie Fresh]And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayedAll the meetings we took, and all the records we playedI tried to tell 'em I'm the shit, but they told us, "no way"With no cuts, they're like a barber, they're about to catch fadeMy number one rule is that I gotta get paidI've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th gradeNo English, I ain't talk, but boy could addIn the school of hard knocks I'm a fuckin' gradIn these Pumas I'ma run shit, high so I'm above shitLame ass niggas I don't fuck withA Bathing Ape trucker, I'm a fly mothafuckaMy team lookin' at me like every time it's supperCause they know I'm gon' feed 'em, Rocky been a bossI ain't worried 'bout the price cause I can clearly pay the costI'm the sharpest guy around and I'ma always cut my lossThen come back for the win, I'ma make it, then I spin

[Verse 17: Pill]Real West Side nigga, 4.2 bitchThey might pull the piece, somebody call a BuddhistYour bitch put me high up on a nigga to-do listYou can do that, fuck nigga do thisAnd yeah I'm from the slimiest place where the bombs are pacin'Niggas call me Jason when the guns are chasin'Might hit 'em with the TEC, yeah the foul is flagrantYou be on gay shitHand in the bowl when your hand really coldWork the light in the day shiftI don't really give a fuck as long as I get paid shiftNew Cadillac, chopper, no new blade shitI go crazy on this beat right nowI really gotta go and spit heat right nowDon't matter what the fuck it's PradaWell fitting suits eating on clam chowderKnock it out the park like Erik EstradaRemember I was shoppin' at Family DollarGot your main bitch Facebookin', beggin' for a swallowPop this pill then I pop my collarPark this shit then I toss a couple dollarsInstagram, gon' post for some followsI've been in and out my zone if you really wanna knowI got Hen and got Patron if you're really tryna go

[Verse 18: Bodega Bamz]Oh, you don't know Bamz? I'm what the music game needLike Rich when he just came homeAnd then gave the keys to a cherry 3 SeriesOh, you don't know Bamz? Fucker, that AK go chopped7:30 my time, I'm on psychiatric watchOh, you don't know Bamz? Show and prove for what?I got XXL mula, I got bitches tryna get fuckedOh, you don't know Bamz? Now you're dead, pussy boy catch upPool junkie rack up, nigga, act upTrunk with the MAC, truck bulletproofed upOh, you don't know Bamz? Double parked on murder lane187 my address, Boulevard of PainOh, you don't know Bamz? My cellphone backed upMy clientele meet once, no voice mail, just call me up, uh646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that cokeHit me up when you want more drugs646 684 01 01, hit me up when you want that cokeHit me up when you want more drugs

[Verse 19: Remy Banks]As I sit back and roll up this black demeanorReminiscing on my past, still dreaming about that BimmerShit, I never was that kid in the streets gripping on NinasInstead, I was that nigga puffin' reefer, fucking lolitasWith the baddest featuresDog 'em then it's onto the next like I do my sneakersThat was the life I was living, careless about their feelingsCaught cheating, ask for forgiveness, of course I got my wayBut now I'm older and wiser, cruising through summer daysWith a little Ma riding in the passenger, she rolling up that lavenderPurple cannabis rapture, head high like a Jersey in the raftersYou wing a Frazier, some smart players until we majorTraveling the world, collecting paper, pissing off these hatersCome back home and invest in something then ball out laterIn five star restaurants high as hell when I tip my waiterProviding for my seed when I bring one in this worldBut until that day gets here I'm thinking about these joints, twerk

[Verse 20: Killer Mike]Lord have mercyI'm so motherfucking fresh to death, better call my hearseMy hearse a 72442 with an all wood wheel and that bitch'll vertMy Oldmobile is a cold mobileGot a cold, young chick down in MobileMy stacks so fat can't even hold thatFold that, lay flat like I lack no wheelLay flat like I lack no wheels for realA nigga had to cold the corner, move crack for realMove crack for real, no rap shitBut I rap rap shit, my rap shit for realSo you rapping ass rabbit ass ratchet ass niggasGotta listen to these raps for realCuz, I don't give a fuck if you a Blood or a cuz'Cause I draw blood for realTryna hang in my city, tryna see a bitch titty, no pityNigga, you'll get hit for realThese maggot ass hoes ain't hit on shitThey'll set you up for the loot shit, manThinking that's your bitch, better have your shitBetter have quick hands like Gucci ManeNiggas tryna get a brick of Kathy Lee GiffordBetter be strapped like CliffordIt's the big, black nigga gripper of the big black pistolI suggest you confess where you keeping all the money, misterAt the worst you'll see a hearseBut at the best he just will pistol whip yaGet to see you child and liveLord have mercy, please forgive 'em, gone

[Verse 21: Del Harris]Young Del God is handsome, your girl, she's on ransomShe don't wanna come back, cause you don't make her cumOn the beats I do go dumb and I do her till she numbAnd I make her soaking wet when she grab that water gunNow fuck that brag rap, man, I'm Batman, I'm Bruce WayneI'm kickin' it, I'm Liu Kang, I'm killing these niggas, they're too lameUnorthodox, they too tame, I'm right hand but play leftI'll chop a trend down 'til there ain't no more plain leftNow pay respect to them gods, niggasNot talkin' church, I'm talkin' rides niggasOn boulevards when we ride, hovercrafts cause we flyQ Gang 'til I die, pyramid on my eyeButton up on my chest, right now chain on top, no tieWhile I'm choppin' up this Thai foodYoung Del God make god movesYoung Del God say "fuck fate", if I lose then I choose toThis that chateau rap, that shit that niggas ain't used toMight salad fork while I choose to while I'm fine dining on YouTube, bruhI'm a king, I said that I'm a kingGo to Onyx with a Onyx on, Nefertiti on my ring

[Verse 22: YG]I'm back in this bitch bashing, these rappers be swagger jackingClap 'em not, they don't even matter, one two, this lung been splatteredAnd I heat a pistol on something, I keep a fifth on the beltPulling out the needles with the liable, make sure it ain't sitting on the shelfCause I ain't light on the body, fuck waiting in your lobbyHannah Montana finally did grew up, I've been waiting on MileyI'm gangbanging 'til I break my fingers'Til all my family members speak the slanguageI ain't even drop no album yetOff mixtapes, that's how I've been maintainingIf you offended, nigga, sorry, in backs there is bodiesHave your best friend, cuzzo, uncle, pops and anotherBury you in front of everybodyIf I ain't been who you are, I don't fuck with youIf I fuck with you, then I'm stuck with youI'm stuck with you, I'll shoot it outDo some years and a couple months with you, woo

[Verse 23: CyHi]Lyrically I am the epitome of a real MCBiblically I am Timothy, visually I am TripoliFull of bigotry, fighting with Gaddafi over libertyPolitically I'm Barack smoking pot, sipping HennessyThat's my only vice, old school noisy pipesI ain't tryna be the richest, I'm cool with an M like Obie TriceRappers sing the same song, it must be karaoke nightThat shit sound like you sang the hokey pokey twiceBut this the main event, can't tell me that I ain't a princeA one-hit wonder to your girl cause I came and wentBut this that fly talk, smoke it, you'll get high offThe best thing to happen to the street since the sidewalkOr the stop sign, or the shots flyingFrom a Glock 9, now the block crying, I don't freestyle, I jot mineCall me Mr. 1-800, all I got is hotlinesThese niggas tell so many stories they can overlook the skylineBiatch

[Verse 24: Young Thug]Thugger! Y'all got me drunk as hell, uhNow I been red since I was little like Robin HoodThey been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cordsThey gon' hate on her when she come in Michael KorsMeanwhile, your bitch in the 'Lac, grippin' his woodI want youShe went to grabbin' for my jewels, I told herBuy yourself a squad, and you can roll it, roll itShe know she can't have it, that shit love my woadieShe want to buy him a chinchillaShe see I'm servin' foreign country boys from the villageAlways, I gotta stand herNo, she don't want nobody else to eat but herShe be like fuck them bitches, stack the digitsCompliment this Fendi fit, condiment or sentimentalShe ride three deep with molly in the middlePut Micky Thompsons all on my JeepAin't got no handprint on my doors, they all on the seatTen-thousand-dollar toe ring, featured by EBitches know it's time outThis bitch be fucking me so good, I be like, "Time out!"They want to fuck me 'til I tell 'em all to time outAnd how she stroke it, I can't coach it, I'm like, "Time out!"I'm not no snitch, but I be tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emTellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emI'm so tired of tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'emTellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, tellin' 'em, now I'ma show 'emHer posse beat me by the threes, I call 'em Reggie MillerShe roll my weed in giant 'gar, she tall like 'Zilla, I want youBaby, don't you run from me, you know I want youShe down with Slime, she got a tattoo of an anacondaThugger getting high in LondonBitches walking 'round naked, no pajamasLil' homie ranned off with lots of lumberFor that, I'm gonna fuck your aunt, your sis, your mamaThen pop a bean togetherShe want to feel just like I feel, we growin' wings togetherEverything perfect about her, can't get my thing togetherI turn her up and then we shit out earthlings togetherJust do it like Mykko Montana, my father say I got staminaI'm cooking the Hannah Montana-na, I bury these hoes like sandals themI kill every one of my features, I spend all my money on divasMy pockets on yellow pages, just like a beeper

[Verse 25: A$ton Matthews]They found Max B prints in my wayBitch, I rode the Red Sea through my biblical daysNo roof, snow boots, and that Persian MercedesPerving the 80's, you ain't never surf with the Brady'sRic Flair, a heavyweight championGot Trish Stratus with them panties on singing "daddy's home"Bust it, in these Space Jams, I'm a MonstarDo-rag, tote on, that cake blocked in an arm warSo rumble, young man, rumbleYoung killa when he came out the jungleYoung dealer in the rains with the bundlesGets no realer, get chipped when you stumbleEat the ox on the foil, ten toes in the soilChop chop 'till he drop, fuck what you thoughtI never leave my life with a lawyerEyes wide with my head on the swivelChoose a side or get left in the middleI just treat with the sand on the beachWhen the desert eagles meet, then I'm finna beatRest them in their sleep, you can lose 'em to the beefMove or we shooting in the jeepHomicide coming through the sneaksYour hands ain't moving with your cheekBag 'em up and move 'em up the creek

[Verse 26: Prodigy]On my test, got a story to 'emLike all my raps weigh more than musicThe more I write, the better I do it and right now my stock is upI do me from day one, huh, my nigga you know where it hit foursStill fuck with me at day one hundred, cause I don't play, I gets offPiss off, bitch, you ain't lit, you just a nigga saying shitRappers burn out faster than cancer sticksMobb Deep is that truth, liar, Prodigy is that fuel fireCome try me, I show better than tell, Infamous empireI'm on point like the state buildingI stay sharper than razor bladesThink you doing the most, I give you the mostSlashes to the face, hoes like "he so angry", uhTrust me bitch, you gon' thank meCause when it pop and the smoke goneWe gon' walk outta here safelyFuck with me, I got you, real nigga, no costumeThis modern art that I spit, it's not no bullshit, and colossalSo pour it up, pour it up, that's how we ball outCause when I bomb on these niggas it's worse than nuclear fall out

[Verse 27: CUZ Lightyear]Keep the small bills separate from the hundreds, pleaseThat bank vault can't talk but the numbers readAnd the tellers makin' statements, breakin' all the codesThis ain't a mothafuckin' date, we takin' all the hoesShop 'til I drop, freshest corpse in the morgueLookin' like a fashion fossil, I'm Gianni rebornFour, I was voted most likely to trapIt's survival of the trillest, nigga, die or adaptWaste a lot of champagne but I don't waste a drop of timePublic with my gang relations, throwin' up the proper signsSawed off the shotty, got the chopper circumcisedChevy so clean, look like I dipped that bitch in turpentineAll my homies certified, hottest nigga outcheaLooked like Joan, we burned aliveThought that I would ball 'til I fall, then I learned to flySpread my wingsThey say success is contagious so I share my dreams

[Verse 28: Nasty Nigel]Bolo swingin' from left to rightI'm not a cholo but I know hoes out in SoHo lovin' my ethnic typeWhen I smile for the photo looking like LoboMe and my bloodshot eyes,I pass on the Bud Light LimeJust pass me that brew of St. IdesGot cash, I ain't gotta think twiceUnconventional shit, pretentious hipsters that dissHalf-assed review on Fader, still get no love from PitchforkNigel Rubirosa, que la cosa? Feet up on the sofaHeat up on the holster, World's Fair! Yeah, you know us11-36-8 be the zip codeCorona, Queens nigga, that's what I call homeFeet on the dash, mind on the assRacin' the Sun just so I can get domePimped the shorties I've been withMy friends that had me evictedIt's been two years and I'm slippin'Still got no pot to piss inAs far as everyone goes, they can suck and kneel on itWe have another song, gotta fuckin' feel itGot my eyes on the Harley and I'm trying to peel itHad my eyes on the bitch but she married KeatonGot no job so I'm hardly eatin'And you eatin' then we fuckin' beefin'I need a pie and pizza just to meet up for a fuckin' feature

[Verse 29: Bobby Creekwater]Man, they don't wanna see a niggaWinning in a mothafucka, happier than a mothafuckaYou know lightweight grinnin' in a mothafuckaWhen you're a dead guy and you on that highSo the whole world spinnin' in a mothafuckaAnd a couple young angels hide their haloCause they're 'bout to start sinnin' in a mothafuckaThey don't wanna see a nigga on the upswingIn a black tux with cufflinksWhen you're the reason that every single girl in the partyWanna dance and cuff drinksWhen you're the reason that shit gets ranAnd mothafuckas wheezin' to keep up with the planAnd the other niggas show up at your functionActin' all anti-social, no, a nigga fanRun up on your mama puttin' money in her handAnd you do that shit again and again and againPull up in the 8, goin' home with a 10And you really can't defend or depend on your friendsEx girlfriend wanna key up the BenzWhen the Sun comes up, nigga we up to winMothafuck you man, all you do is set trendsAnd you do that shit again and again and again

[Verse 30: Action Bronson]Ugh, ugh, got those motherfucking custom Roshes, feel me?This big beard cover my faceUntil my mother gets her first cribMy hand's on some surf shit, my Spanish mami perfectFuck around and get your father's shirt liftDrop a thousand on some sake and some urchinSwing the Dodge Viper lefty like I'm Randy JohnsonHand me the Thompson, I'll spill your clams on the carpetThen eat some snails with some garlic, paint the town with a harlotCream FILAs and Carhartt, three-wheelin out the car lotPut the snorkel on the Wrangler cause I'm sillyI chip a little piece of brick into the PhillyMy daughter's neck is chilly, my son's neck is chillyMy mother wrist so cut look like it got bit by a grizzlyAnd these drugs got me spinning like some capoeiraStill rock the slow beats with gold teeth, ain't afraid to hold heatControl the Jeep, that's for the slow creepYa fuckin' pussy smells like old meatIt's me

[Verse 31: Heems]Heema the highest human, flyest cummin' in my unitI ?, the shorties swoonin', and they want to get to spoonin'Never wished i was taller, himanshu ain't no midgetNever wished i was a baller, if I want it, then I get itI built a fucking blueprint, like who the fuck you kidding?I'm ridin' around and I'm gettin' it, if it's mine, I'm spendingYou lames and you fall, I'm like 2 Chainz when I ballGot Husseins on my feet and Husains on my wallHussein Chalayans, a pretty girl said that's fancyUnless his name is Hussein, give a fuck who your mans beMy shoes got dials, they ain't got lacesIf you got beef, I show up with many facesBeen to many places where we leaving many casingsRunning 'round, man, but we never catch no casesGive a fuck about what you say, kicking it with like two babesTop off, toupee, hot as fuck, creme brûlée

[Verse 32: Mike G]There's no way I can care about muchYou probably do the most and it's never enoughKing Midas, I can make gold with a touchChange my location to awesome, you should address me as suchSwear this game, you have to know it like the back of your handDestined to be like Superman for as long as you canWondering what's the purpose without living a life so grandThe worst hand is having the world without a master planI feel like you gotta pardon Mike for taking over this EarthDespite sleepless nights and long flightsAnd I don't like discussions unless it concerns a priceIf you make it out of spite, you still make it so it's alrightI spit magic, so cold and lavishBad broads perform sexual acts in trafficSo smooth, the saxophone and jazz isIt's horrendous what you lack and focus on what you have in the GMore than average, I'm nothing to testIf it's to me, you step and contest, then bring your bestGive it your all, now women beg me to callAnd unless we overseas, we don't shop in the mallConsider this move so private I've become urban mythMy aim is so swift, with this I can't missTop notch, number one on everybody's listI promise to kill them all 'til everybody's missed

[Verse 33: Yak Ballz]I never sell drugs, I took 'em, I don't write rhymes, I cook 'emI'm from the Old New YorkWhere you got your chain snatched and your kicks tookenI put my city up like I'm bench pressin'Scorin' high off the fresh pressses, brutal, last in 10 secondsJolly good, body good, I met a stripper named HollywoodIn Hollywood, glass slipper and she gave me the sloppy gooooodSo you should tip her if you execute, young leisure suitLarry with no extra loot, my ex left me destituteSo chances are I don't remember you if I slept with youYou want karats, I'm turnin' rappers to vegetablesCity of God, I'm askin' what would the devil do?Instagram it, I forever rule, Ricky

[Verse 34: Zebra Katz]Super villain, I'm killin', kick in the doorWatch me spillin' 'em, fuckin' winnin'Straight killin' haters, they catchin' them feelingsSee me grillin', me drillin', me like we chillin'But really see I'm fulfillin' their fantasiesLike I'm fuckin' my frienemiesYo what's up, see me on motherfucker tryna get buckWhere in the world did he get that from?When the bass drop down and he kick that drum (drum)So what's up? Where in the world did he get that from?Where in the world did he get that from?When the bass drop down and he kick that drumYeah I've been known to really fuck it upNo damn, no shit, not zip zap zupSpeedin' on the highway, Bronco truckWhen you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I comeYeah I've been known to really fuck it upNo damn no shit zip zap zupSpeedin' on the highway, Bronco truckWhen you ask for the Katz, mothafucka here I come

[Bridge: Zebra Katz]A muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right hereNeed motivation for the ass to gon' twerk? Well I got it right hereIf you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right hereYeah, motherfucker, I got it right here, I got it right hereA muthafucka need that work? Well I got it right hereNeed motivation for the ass to gon' twerk? Well I got it right hereIf you need that thing, that thing, then I got it right hereYeah muthafucka, I-- muthafucka I got it right here

[Verse 35: Curtis Williams]I said most of these niggas gon' hate, me and my niggas get paidOne nigga swing then we all gon swing, we all gon catch that caseCouple blunts to the face, got a nigga straightRappin' on beats got a young nigga madeWhat can I say? My closet got BapeI don't do delays, I want it todayNoisy pack in my wrap, Hennessy in my cupGinger ale if I chase, but I really don't do that muchI really don't have no time, you ain't tryin' to get no fundsTwo-9 shit 'til I die, I'm rollin' and smokin' on drugs

[Verse 36: Reese LAFLARE]Rollin' up, chokin' up on the kush smokeWhip sick, big wheels, Big Willie shitHot boxer, hot sauna, car full, thickI love the constituents, is down to get their lids peeledStill pimpin', ridin' 'round town gettin' lowWith my bright skin shawty, call her light showShe like Reese I'm tryna light thatShow love, she hold me down like an ice packIt's big faces on faces bruh, big faces on faces bruhDead men in my pockets got me goin' upIt's goin' face down if a nigga flex usYeah, in God we trust, but bands is a mustWe gotta get that, spend that, get thatRe-up, recoup, repeat that

[Verse 37: Dave]Say deuce 9 in that ending, been winning since the beginningDid a couple shows, need a couple moreThat price right but we skippin'But to our niggas, we gettin' it with that work I turn into a chemistWalter White, send a cake to my niggas locked up in prisonFree my nigga Chris, and free my uncle MarkyNow tell them they fucked upWhen they told 'em they could start meCause I ain't lettin' up, they're talkin' 'bout the bestThey better mention us, yeah they better mention us

[Verse 38: LightSkinMac11]Apartment off Rocky, rottweiler just to watch itMaybachs for the profit, get a Lexus for my mamaHail Marys for our fathers, press the pedal to get fartherIn that new thing, no tags, nigga, fuck the dollarAll about it so don't fuckin' botherMy loose change got me Bruce Wayne, and a 3 page spreadI was sleepin' on the flow, just a couple months laterNow I'm purchasing the flow, East Coast

[Verse 39: Alkebulan]King, god, pharoahFeared the sensei, gold for bone marrow, saveMy name is running coyoteI'm on peyote with the queen, running on wavesI will make water out of HennessyTarget my ankh, I was born a public enemyReign insurmountableA woman will make me climax but she won't be ending meThis is not a dream, marchin', in all blackA Black Clan king, respect the illustratorDon't you dare ever try the Elohim, fuck flexin'I say my name when I name drop, sonWho's the god in this pantheon?Two-9, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan, Alkebulan

[Verse 40: CEEJ]Get up kid, put your head to your knees like a sit-up, bitchGet too live for the crew, Two-9We're the new 2 Live Crew, give up, bitchSend 'em all to Hell, kill this shitSpit it like braille, gotta feel this shitGotta check up, haters still sickYellin' kill 'em all and I'm on ball like I'm Billups, bitch

[Verse 41: Jace]Runnin' our heart, sit up bitchHard to go to sleep, all we know is workCatch no Zs, chilled on purpAnd ya bitch came second but my bills on firstEast Side nigga, still my turfPierce like 'Matic, hoes still at itSwing like a batter and my crew goin' at itBest believe that that shit gon' hurt

[Verse 42: Alexander Spit]Toot up the French horn, the fog machine is sandstormAin't go to campCordless toward the performer that's keepin' your amps warm'Fore the fans swarm all but the limousineSwear to God that's in betweenIndigo indie dream, you intervene, yeah, that's a Spit 16Hearts inside of my tip jar, like a bleedin' heart beneath wood floorAnd if every lion is purrin' then I'ma be certain I let my engine roarI'm swingin' swords and swingin' chainsSingin' pure and bangin' strangeThis Alexander Spit and I'm off the wall like Vans, I'm changin' lanesDriftin' around whatever it is this game becameLike gorillas and orangutans, go bananas and bangarangThey say I'm prayin' to that cross for all of that 15 minute fameBut I'ma get in your ears and the god's hereSo baby just open your bra zip and just let them titties outAnd let 'em bounce like this was Paul RevereI'm 7.0in' on Pitchfork, I'm 10-0in' on this courtThis Alexander Spit with a pistol, dro is full of his disorders, I got this

[Verse 43: ScottyATL]Better have my check, I need that firstBefore I move, before I stepSee I been burned it don't take longAnd learn quick, it ain't no twiceI gave my time, I gave my lifeSo I won't bet what all I spentI'm trying to be good, I'll take your bitchAnd I ain't even playin, just ask my cliqueYou know my steez, trying to get real A-TownGot that or either got sump'n to give awayBig feet on the bottom of a ChevroletEverybody and they mamma sell plenty hayNeed to ride with the weight scalePropped up in the seat trying to get thatMy broad on da eastside ho niggaTell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat backI'm a champ, I support it, flipping through the hundredCool Club with it, running to the moneyI'm in shape, I'm in shape stacking cakeDuncan Hines go get "Faith" thats my last tapeI'm on 10, I'm on fire, I'm on point, I'm on smashRolly on my dash, breaking down in my Cad'I'm Atlanta, ScottyATL ho 1 space that's a Y not an IESlipped in ain't even check ID, game need me I'ma rap IV

[Verse 44: Da$h]Year before '83, I be the kid who found ETTell him teach me all he know, prolly make him smoke some dopeCall a bitch over for throat and put her on some gameJust to get up in her brain and now she out makin' me changeI'm full of dynamite, throw her on the blade, no Wesley SnipesYoung Roxanne, baby, sell that body to the nightI'm trife as fuck, light the blunt, get high enough to die for onceThrow the pad at Christ, they askin' God how do I write this stuffThe Lord never liked me much, but I'm sayin', "Oh well"Blazin' up with the devil, watchin' old Hell in the CellMatches your favorite actress, blasted, naked on my mattressPolygraphs break, you say I ain't the illest nigga rappin'The fucking captain of this multi million dollar factionCommander and chief, my sons is Son of Sam with the beefWe get loot, always ran from policeYou bitch niggas lose your head if you speakI ash the doobie off the cruise shipAnd flew hash, cheffin' out of Ruth ChrisTwo bitches tellin' me they do sniffWhat do you know? So much wax in this blunt I'm smokin'You'd thinkin' I'm fuckin' Madame TussaudsYou think I'm fuckin' mad, I'm too soI'm out of it, bitch, oh, nah, fuck thatBring them fuckin' trumpets backLight a dub sack for my niggas who slung crackOn a daily basis, sip liquor, I never chase itFucker I'm the greatest, carve a statue of my face, bitch