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| 2. |
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(feat. Akon)
Ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh, Ace hood, Konvict Music, I know they want us to stop, But we immune to lose it, Hey, Hey, [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 1:] When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old, Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho. Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat, Always told to eat fast, Never snitchin was the code. I would never post pone cause the money get gone, Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own. Real niggas get paid every second of the day, Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase, Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam chain, Lil money wanna scam, Bitch I'm outta your range. Make way, Feed me, Gotta get this money. Smokin nothin but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and I still want money... [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 2:] See niggas shut down, My money keeps comin. You niggas take breaks, My team keeps runnin. They bring me back bags, Louis vitton somethin. Don't really know the price, Just know it costs money, And when it comes to money, They know it ain't nothin, Throw a 100 on jewels, Make it back up on a monday. Why niggas tryna floss, They ballin outta budget. Everyday on the grind, Bitch my mind is on my money. Tell 'em roll up the trees, And deliver me the scummy. Forget a 9 to 5, Overrated me to quit. Now a day since legit, I get it opposite legit. Me and my nigga 'Kon so addicted to the chips. He gon let you know the script... [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. [Verse 3:] And whatever it takes, Ace Hood bout money. How much for the chain? I spend bout a 100. See you can dim the lights, But my wrist still sunny. They know I'm on the block, And my fitted in the glock. Dickies cut with a frame, And a half up in my sock, Gotta get it anyway, And keep it level from the cops. Bitch I never play the grind, First rule off top. I been in it for the dough, You niggas need props . I'm just in it for the guap, 100 million in the pot. Only know to go get it So the printer don't stop. Grab 50 hit a lot, And go and dump it on the drop. I'm starvin like marvin, It ain't no give and bargin, like target. [Chorus:] I can't stop gettin this money now, Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life. I be workin all day but no 9 to 5, And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes, You wanna get that dough. I'm makin it but I'm still hungry, But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money. |
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| 3. |
| 3:45 |
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Ace Hood (Hey, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Hey, Get Em Up) (Hey, Get Em Up) yea (Hey, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey [Verse 1] I got my drop top rollin' and I'm heading to the mother land Rippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag Hundred in the Louie, don't confuse me with that other cat Engine in the truck jack, pushing like a super pack Automatic button pad just to keep the top back Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack Back to the back of the lac incase them pussy niggas wanna jet Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat 100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin' with the Louie rag [Chorus] Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke South side rollin' wit me and the north side gon Get Em Up (Hey, Get Em Up) [Repeat: x7] You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up [Verse 2] And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though Know I keep that full clip, come and get cha super soak Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from england That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fuckin wit Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murda minds Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got my black flag swangin' and I'm banging on some gutta shit Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the bull pit .45's a motherfucker, hit you and your cousin Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck Got that oven heated up and bitch you looking like lunch Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck? Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up? [Chorus] Gutta |
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| 4. |
| 4:00 |
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(feat. Trick Daddy)
(It's so incredible) Ace... [Chorus:] You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit Talkin bout you get all dem bricks I'm a have to come round your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake And a pistol where ya mamma stay Act like I don't know where you lay Betta act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'm a let da automatic spray [x2:] (Get em) boy there ya go (Get em) boy there ya go Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka Boy there you go Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em Gun cocked, where his cheerin? No talk, time to get him Fake niggas gon' make me kill him Make his body shiver like he naked in a river Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river Come and get him when it's winter Nigga holla back I'm gutta. I done told ya that Rock boy bitch over bags Say you movin them slabs of crack See nigga you a lie like Pac is back Man you niggas all crap And you homies won't last Til your somethin like paper tags Don't make me slide the mask To save from blast Get his ass [Chorus] Now let me get em When I walk up in the place Put the pace in ya face Tell em gimme dat K Fuck niggas and they really don't think That I know where they lay duct tape they face Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas know where you lay Actin like I don't know where you stay Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs What? Y'ain't bout dat lie Huh? Y'ain't got no stride Naww You'nt really grind Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind In the middle of this town We gon' G-G-Get em [Chorus] Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know When I pull up in that rover They know that it's over Big holes in ya body like coasters Creep Creep we deep with soldiers Black holster to carry that toaster Hot head now they callin me folgers But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters Wanna see where yo family at Pop pop just call me ace Slump niggas I'm a call you dead Click clack now ya T-shirt red Hand em an tampon No batteries included know that the clip be hands on It'll take yo mans on Leave his body slumped in the damn yard (Get em) [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 4:11 |
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[Chorus - R. City]
We come from a city where the young die So why don't we get to use and put'cha guns high About to lose that's the reason why we must try The streets hot from the night till the sunrise Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (And this is what it sounds like) Ooooh wahoooo, ooooh (Came up from the ground like) [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Pummy yummy yummy, mom addicted to money Grab a clip of them hundreds, and half a ounce of that scummy Ready to hit the block try to seek them coming for that tummy If I don't make it home tell my momma to pray for me I'ma get it because I got it, came up from the bottom Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me profit Niggas they want me dead and I swear that there ain't no stopping I'ma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket Play the eighth for you haters, they see me on corner trapping We the Best that's the lesson I'll take you pussies to college Imagine me I'm gutta, now be the best it's of Heaven I swear that till I perish I keep these pussies in panic whaa [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood] Now watch me move through the city, gutta be my religion Only vision to get it is take it without a witness They say they want me dead and it's fuck them that's my decision (Fuck them) Fuck them with middle fingers Them pumps in the penitentiary, walk the block with this energy Give a mug at my enemies, tell them who they 'posed to be Hang them up like a poster be, play them like Monopoly Till the end of my time I be G-U-T-T-A, Mister H-Double-O-D the prodigy Tell them they can follow me, only cabbage and celery Getting money heavily, smoking up on that broccoli Ain't no vegetarians, play with me and you burger meat Better have a pass to hit my streets with the currency, nigguh [Chorus] [Verse 3 - R. City] Live from the ghetto we be re-e-al People only recognize the re-e-al Cops hate because we dont sque-e-l But we don't give a fuck about how they fee-e-l See ain't nobody stopping with, tell them fosie back oh with (Incomprehensible) What them blockers say Let them know we do not play Taking over soon some day, (Incomprehensible) [Chorus X2] |
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| 6. |
| 4:22 |
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We the best def jam
i introduce you to ace ace lets get money Cash flow... (haha) its too easy nigga (bankroll) we don't count money no mo we weight that shit (Rick Ross Adlibs) Let's get it... (Ace Hood Verse) eh knock knock, bang bang where the cash at if u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax come up swinging at you ducks like aflac then i fall in the sway back may back see im back for da money like i left dat see i be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go) and any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo make his body bounce bounce like a 64 tall clips chrome lips see the big gold im a duffle bag boy like i move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope i keep my money ova bitches til da door close i need money like a bitch need dick mo im tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll (T-Pain Chorus) I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine i be bangin on your front door wit da nine ima come see ya (see ya) ima come see ya (see ya) i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands in da sky let em kno dat we bout that cash flow..i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money cash flow...i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... (Ace Hood Verse) And where my money young niggaz gotta have that rubber bands by the grands in a big bag pockets fat like im carrying a backpack a couple grand for the louie band napsack understand im the man who you can't match moneyman minivan full of brown bags better grand anyman never top that cause money and the gat pop those straps getting loot in the top drop right back i ain't playin creep ya avenue and i'll blast bust shots like a new year day blast and i ride all day like a buss pass grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go) im trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll (T-Pain Chorus Repeat) I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine i be bangin on your front door wit da nine ima come see ya (see ya) ima come see ya (see ya) i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands in da sky let em kno dat we bout that cash flow..i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money cash flow...i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... (Rick Ross Adlibs) ace i see you nigga trilla you m o b now nigga you untouchable (Rick Ross Verse) big money in the dope hole see the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money) seventeen and he got his own kilo running green nigga living like nino ridin clean wax sittin for the c note it ain't green get it back with tha c loc momma dead broke daddy fucked up im'a make them come and hit me with the recoup god dammnit im still in the dope spot why the fuck you think i pull up in a dope car gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel so she gotta suck four dicks i b me v i p dj khaled m o b girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold (T-Pain Chorus Repeat) I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine i be bangin on your front door wit da nine ima come see ya (see ya) ima come see ya (see ya) i need all my doe not a dolla short and if u dont have it den u gotta go ima come see ya(see ya) hey hey we put our hands in da sky let em kno dat we bout that cash flow..i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money cash flow...i need it on time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money... hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again |
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| 4:25 |
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chea Ace Hood
see mama all i want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die while i go get this money i promise im get us out the hood baby even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood listen Baby look just ride with me swear that i got us mama one thing i love about it see you aint wit that drama you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9 5 gotta get this money paper callin but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta baby never maybe always gonna ride even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood and um we can do them long vacations thinking jamaica lately cant take them deep relations baby just keep it patient shawty know what i do shawty know who i be you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louiev but you aint trippin never question bout a niggag we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's i ride for you you ride for me that's where we need to be i hold you down you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood now what's the definition of a rider through it all they gon stand right beside ya if you got one look em in the eyes tell em you gon ride tell em you gon ride till the wheel fall off or the day that i die that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody tryna tell you shawty that ace and i promise this to you imma get us out this hood into them places that you thinkin that you never could but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you forget them haters keep you tailored see whats sexy too and i like your body all i think about is doin you and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two you ride or die same smile when you see the loot even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood yea yea yea we gon make it out we gon make it out this hood |
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| 4:17 |
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(Chorus)
whenever we meet, out on the streets (pow - pow - pow - pow) good for him he's gutta - gutta - gutta -gutta (and then alot of talking/noise) (Verse 1) (fuck them crackers man) im so gutta - gutta - gutta i gotta duck them crackers, pussy niggas they hack us tryna get me in tough them schakels tellem just since them met me im shootin' at em like aks favourite movie's action i fed ex them like a page bullet on the new cupe but turn yo ass to masalat benny rally them goon and them mutafuckin cabbage |
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| 9. |
| 5:08 |
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| 10. |
| 2:58 |
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It's so incredable!
<i>[Ace Hood:]</i> A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! <i>[Ace Hood:]</i> Well I'm fresh on da scene hunid grand in da jeans bet you caint get des<i>[? ]</i> let ma paints hang and you know I'm on lane roll and went to mo chees and they all talk beans I'm da man in ma city tell um get like me I'm da man in da club blowin stacks er week had yo chick<i>[? ]</i> da kid bet she wuna do me and I let her put da doe giv her stacks and da keys keep <i>[? ]</i> and da finest lue v type things we got money ova here we got money ova here see the jewles to loud baby girl I can't hear trash bag full of ones throw da money in da air 'cause <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! <i>[Ace Hood:]</i> And I got money ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow nifo see me in a sixfo paints hang low cause da doe got me cripled drop straight cash why you crabs in a rentoll 80 for da jag papa tags when it's info money out da ass I don't brag I just get mo say you getin cash trina flash I don't think so pull up in da hallow peen lambagen does go up on da truck bet you never seen does with a hot lil mama named hallowpenyo drop stacks in a bag and I keep it g code ain't no money ova der and she already know <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! <i>[Ace Hood:]</i> A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause <i>[Chorus:]</i> Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid<i>[? ]</i>I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me We got money ova here <i>[x4]</i> See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta! |
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| 11. |
| 3:44 |
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[Intro - Ace Hood]
Ace Hood, homie Gutta Gutta Ace Hood Brisco, let's go [Chorus - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] Because I got my cash on check My swag on check Bitches all on my dick And these niggas ain't know shit Rolling on them thangs Another one's next Hater blockers is on, they can't tell me shit because [Brisco] Because I don't see y'all Because I don't see y'all Because I don't see y'all Because I don't see y'all Nigga get on my level! [Verse 1 - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Ace Hood] A to the C to the E to the H double O D Bitch I'm raised up in the streets Keep it G-U-T-T-A For my niggas serving yay Moving weight and serving packages that pack it in the crate We don't count that cash every duffle gets weighed Big money I'm paid, bitch I'm feeling myself You can tell I'm getting money Louis Vuitton belt And I wish a nigga would make a move himself [Brisco] See I get money It's coming out my ass And I don't fuck with hoes if they ain't about cash Opa Locka goon, four Chevys and a dirtbike I open up my trap But took it back on the first night Catch me in a Porsche Or maybe on the porch And we don't get jailed because we don't go to court Yeah, nigga stunting Your homeboy fronting Talking that shit but He ain't about nothing [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ace Hood & Brisco] [Brisco] I'm looking for a hood rat, call her Stacy She cuss real bad, and she steal from Macy*s I want her so bad, please someone pace me Try and say a hater will soon come hate me Bocce boy, bocce boy, these chopps hit is bocce boy Bag his ass up E-Class, keep the party going Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0 Till I die, tell them niggas come and see po' [Ace Hood] And I'ma come see him blast like an airbag Make his body bounce, bounce, twenty five shell count Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with fifty missiles Leave you living with the dead, understand that? I got some bitches and niggas that wanna bandwag I double up with the jewels and let my pants sag A hundred stacks in the bag, now where the cash at? Yes, I'm blind so you haters like a cataract [Chorus] [Ace Hood & Brisco - Verse 3] [Brisco] What it do, what it is See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids I'm home gutter, gangster, projects I know the block hot, but I'ma open up regardless [Ace Hood] Yeah, and damn right that coupe going topless Vacant on the I, we do a 105 Me and Bris about cash we let it blow in the skies Not let's blow money, never had more money [Brisco] Now I'm the shit, believe that (Whoa!) I know I got paper I just want a little more I know you bitches talking, so just talk a little more Because baby I'm me, and y'all niggas hoes Let's go [Ace Hood] And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got them See, I am just a product, receiving all profit See niggas want to hate, tell them "Silly rabbit, stop it" See, me and Bris stars outer space like Martians [Chorus] |
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| 12. |
| 4:07 |
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{Hook}
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go {Verse 1} Hold up, where dey at Khaled don?t let me get em Gun cocked, where his children No talk, time to get em Fake niggas gon make me kill em Make his body shiver like he's naked in a river Matter of fact umma leave him in da river Come and get him when its winter nigga holla back I'm gutta done told ya that Roc boy bitch hova back Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack See nigga you a lie like pac is back Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last See ya something like paper tags Don?t make me slide dem macs To save one blast and get his ass {Hook} You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go {Verse 2} Now let me get him when I walk up in da place Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake Fuck niggas and I really don?t think That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face Pop pop, unload dat K Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days Pussy niggas, know where you lay Actin like I don?t know where you stay Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs (Whaaaaaat) Yee ain't talk that lie (Huuuuhhhh) Yee ain't got no stride (Nahhhhhhhhh) You really grind Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town We gon g-g-gettem {Hook} You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go {Verse 3} Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know When I pull up in a rova, they know that its ova Big hold and ya body like coasters Creep creep we deep with soldiers Black hoes that?ll carry that toaster Hot head now they callin me foldiers But still creep in adidas wit dem heatas and dem meters When I see where your family at Pop pop just call me ace Slump niggas umma call you dead Click clack then your t-shirt red Hand em a tampon No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on And I take your mans arm Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn {Hook} You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit Talkin bout look at all them bricks Imma have to come around your way Nigga I'm real you all too fake Ain't no pistol where your mama stay Act like I don't know where you lay Better act right before I get uptight Act up umma let the automatic spray {Chorus} Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Boy there he go Get em Blocka blocka blocka blocka Boy there he go |
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| 13. |
| 3:14 |
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(feat. Lloyd)
[Ace Hood:] So baby hollah at a G I keep you away from prankstaz You can be my mistress, I can be ya gangsta Seen you on the money rockin bring me back the paper Give you back half just for doin me dat favor And yeah dats a thug's move Show you what a thug do Beat it while I feed it to you good like soulfood Forget about old dude, call him Mr.used too I can put it down like the top of my new Coop Baby dats roofless Tell ya what the truth is Niggahz can't hit it right Den baby he useless I'm a yung thug, give it to you with my Chews on, Shoes on, just incase a yungin gotta move on [Chorus: Lloyd] When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) [Ace Hood:] And though he bought you dat watch Ya man ain't nothin So hollah at a G if you need some thug lovin Late nites on a call say she wanna feel sumum She tell me put it down I fuck her on hundreds I give her refunds and her body keeps cummin She know I put it down baby girl stop runnin So what you wanna do cause I'm yung and still thuggin Jus take this good while I'm headed to the money Takin shots of the goose just to mix with gettin blunted See I can brighten days keep ya wrists all studded Ya boyfriends' lame tell'em Guttah get money I keep it 100 Dats why you keep comin rite back [Chorus: Lloyd] When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) [Ace Hood:] And baby I can show you new things Sumum u ain't used to Kick it with the guttah none otha you need a thug dude Type of niggah beat it in his jeanz and his Tim boots Hit it from the back, see you feelin like fruit juice Fitted to the back, see he can eat what ya man do Ain't doin his job, you can hit me on the hip boo Ace You know the name A real niggah Heavy off in the streets, see ya man, I'm a deal with him Baby he play it lock like the Tommy The Hilfiger Call me ya boss boy or just call me ya deal giver Heard you needed a thug so there go ya meal ticket Baby girl don't worry I'm dat hurry and get it like [Chorus x2: Lloyd] When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) When at home all alone at nite Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite Just call me Girl I can put it down (down) You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood And no worries baby it's all good Jus call me I'll always be around (round) |
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| 14. |
| 4:45 |
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Leave my heart to the ghetto
Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) See I went straight to the pros Who done done it like me, breakup The flow now they holla 'He a beast' From the city where there's Killas and dealas And street beef, and them crackas on the corner Every avenue and place and my homies servin' hard 'Cause they livin' by the day, see I do it for my family And hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block Ya see, I'm cooler than them othas Certified colored sneakas, keep a fitted for the club When I step out on the scene all them hoes be showin' love They know I'm that dude that be ringin' through the block Ace, Ace, Ace, Ace, yeah fool heard it right I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see The top, my hood Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me I got 'em a couple triple beams about an ounce of bakin soda I Got that revenue that's hittin' colda than Sammy Sosa [unverified] ya' see growin' up, I seen alotta things I weren't supposed so growin' up I lost alotta people That were closa that's why I stay up on my grind And only roll with soldiers, I hit the block And serve 'em everything away from soda Don't fuck with out the soda, sellin' coke With out the cola, my clientele is strictly rock You can tell it by the odor, I keep that nino With the mac hid underneath the sofa So if you ridin' slngin' tricks I suggest a coma Them pussy niggaz want me dead so I suggest and dopa Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me Yeah, I wake up in the ghetto tryin' dream a couple mill I'm forced to get, momma shootin' up and poppin' pills Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin' still This be the city that never pity they would rather kill I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yaself I grab the pots and bakin' soda, yeah that odor smell This be the hood, I got connections like a phone cable So watch where you work 'cause a mistake can be fatal 'Cause crakas searchin' for that person tho I'm undertable Can't find no witness, fuck them snitches That get snitches popped, another day just talkin' on the block With a million on my glock and a half off in my sock Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Leave my heart to the ghetto Rubber bands stuffed all in up Oh yeah, oh yeah, get money (Get money) That's the motto, hustle all day Then we do the shit tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) Gotta get it (Gotta get it) That's the motto, live for today You might never see Tomorrow I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) I'm in the ghetto (Ghetto) You gotta love ya hood You need to love your projects Ay, get me, get me |
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| 15. |
| 3:31 |
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(Chorus)
Take a look at me now, I`m from the gutta but I made it, I made it to the top of the world, Nothin holdin me down, I told them haters I would make it, I made it to the top of the world Verse 1: Congratulations all you fakers as you see I graduated, here`s a favor for you haters, kiss my anus boiiii, I made it out the ghetto, I made it out the gutta, but still I keep the street and now im hot as every summer. They said I couldnt do it, but who are they to call, I started rappin and ended chances of playin ball. And now the doubted, but young is sproutin above them all, straight out the ? county gutta skippin metaposs. No homo I keep it solo but I will never fall, now every call I get the money is so involved, 2 stacks of betta is easy cheddar to hit the mall. I get the money to throw em so every day I ball, (Chorus) Verse 2: And yes I made it, you cant mistake it, I know they hate it, they see my face in the paper next to they rappin favorites, I am so amazing I am no one like im in the matrix. And I made it mama, and dont stress your problems imma get us out tha, forget the drama that people holla just follow godda. And he will lead you right through the problems I promise mama, and I swear that to the day I parish, tell em khaled I will bury every nescesary cat who said I wouldnt homie. Look at me now yea im laughin at you non believers, screamin gutta while im ballin err fuckin season, I use to pass my cd me and fo fifth in 80, I use to bag em to listen but they were not believing, GO (Chorus) Verse 3: And as I rap I create a classic, who would imagine, that I would inherit all the traits to be the greatest homie, the world is mine and everything, lets get the money, see tony montana said it best, yes its quoted truly, so add this song to your list of greatest and classic movies, and imma roll the credits, just in second, just get this message, shout out to everyone who supported me from past to present, and I wanna thank khaled because without him there will be no sessions, and I wanna thank fam cuz wit them they taught me this lesson, and I wanna thank god cuz without him there will be no message, and I wanna thank all of my fans cuz they are a blessing, this for BET refrence, I got my speech ready, (Chorus) |
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| 16. |
| 3:56 |
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chea Ace Hood
see mama all i want you to do is hold it down for me I want you to be my ride or die while i go get this money i promise im get us out the hood baby even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood listen Baby look just ride with me swear that i got us mama one thing i love about it see you aint wit that drama you be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house that's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9 5 gotta get this money paper callin but you never whine gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes that's why i suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time you never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind and you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line my gutta baby never maybe always gonna ride even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood and um we can do them long vacations thinking jamaica lately cant take them deep relations baby just keep it patient shawty know what i do shawty know who i be you know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat i keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets i get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louiev but you aint trippin never question bout a niggag we keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's i ride for you you ride for me that's where we need to be i hold you down you hold me down and i fulfill your dreams your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood now what's the definition of a rider through it all they gon stand right beside ya if you got one look em in the eyes tell em you gon ride tell em you gon ride till the wheel fall off or the day that i die that's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody tryna tell you shawty that ace and i promise this to you imma get us out this hood into them places that you thinkin that you never could but you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you forget them haters keep you tailored see whats sexy too and i like your body all i think about is doin you and i love the money so i guess it's like doin two you ride or die same smile when you see the loot even though im in the streets you know exactly what I do when I chase this paper you aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you cuz i ride or die girl we gon be good and if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood yea yea yea we gon make it out we gon make it out this hood |
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