Tony Yayo Ft. Styles P, Desparado, Problemz - Dead Rappers Lyrics

Tony Yayo Ft. Styles P, Desparado, Problemz - Dead Rappers Lyrics

hustle to get a dollar bill way out ..
shawty get a porsche straight out ..
desperado with problemz bang out game
left in ..in the shawty i lay out games
shits ..up like the lil john
wanna get pop it real gonna hope that you dont feel
hope you dont feel,
by the way you style, ive been hacked crapped money im an eightys child
only run around with niggas this crazy ..
hope your girl with the .. nigga at the moon shit ..never ..you back
now you can take it than that, then bring em back
mother f*cker you cut your girl slack
right before we cut it back nigga out now what a ..

chorus:
what you want nigga
loyalty, money, respect
get your power for my nigga .. fly in jets
have em chillin in the eye and get away from the stress
but right now real talk these rappers is dead.

the game is fake and niggas is singing
are you ..balls and you think that youre winnin
let me tell you by the real man that you took a real big diddy
nowadays im pop to say that is all kid diddy
damn trust me dog you now what you pretend to be
the time that is given ..you down is .. mentally
youre not a dog youre an actor far from real
ima teach your face like ...
you got a mind nigga you need both
and you take me down dont do need ..
entertain me down dog you need ..
.. me bother they say d. dont falls
...
shit be nice with your hands ..that were ..
so tell me what youre havin to say im .. pop your face
you can tell ..you can tell god what happened the day

2 x chorus:
what you want nigga
loyalty, money, respect
get your power for my nigga .. fly in jets
have em chillin in the eye and get away from the stress
but right now real talk these rappers is dead.

said ... nigga i box offers
still get respected by the niggas
say niggas smart cause my mental .. offers
got me remain shot like my ..
life is a game that i cant fulfill .. i cant foresee
still on a drop like a drop ...
still on a whistle i watch and walk ..
only got rush up nigga i am a ..
flow out this world yes nigga im a martian
..in my chest ..yes my heart is ..
guess my life is a .. chinese box
four wings with no ..for the life ..

palm trees on the sunset ...from your grudgers
you know ..somebody kill you
i turn you corner in the .. visuals
show you best run the stairs you might run the pistols
.. call a pistol .. issues
im only mixing with the them real niggas
im only mixing with them real killers
... new maserati g f*ck it up what a bad luck

Drag-On Ft. Styles P - Ribbon In The Sky Lyrics

Drag-On Ft. Styles P - Ribbon In The Sky Lyrics

yeah to see them no bigger than a match box
my stash box still ..hammer for black ..
we just watch out for the met lock
i do me but i think big and act pack, i’m back ..
i am a f*cking fever i hard ..but my ..pop
justin bieber your boss is..back box even ..i don’t touch a nigga
... nigga i ain’t ducking nigga
my defense back peace and some back ..
the stress season cope niggas no season
dutching his love smack it out no reason
drag dash i’m back on my different shit
drown ..at the border give em ..
somebody call ..tell that my flow’s going back ..

yeah my nigga death on that, is the ghost .. i’m here to..
kill all these niggas put the flags on that
got all these niggas i put my mask on that yeah
it look the strap in the shooter .. looking for food again
.. niggas bottons, but i ain’t to take death
say that shit for the key .. contribute a .. f*ck what the ..
still move kilos, that’s why .. you little nigga destroy
i’ma destroy you, what?
‘cause all my niggas coping nuts
we got punds we still rolling the ..up
i got the .. even though the gun loaded up
don’t be mother f*cking face open up.

yeah ... let’s get it
i got hamers .. ‘cause with the hat ..hair trigger nigga
i ain’t got a .. stop stressing ...looking like a ..in the sky
i got ..as long
tryin to talk .. i’m in this motha f*cka jungle ..
..this is epic .. give us face ... just credit ..don’t forget it
bring em up ..paramedics ..
separation from your body .. forgive me
yeah

Styles P - A Gangster And A Gentleman Lyrics

Styles P - A Gangster And A Gentleman

My pops came from Bed Stuy, my mom came from Africa
I'm more a nigga if you know what I mean
They hooked up in the '70's when liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and crone their dreams

By the time I was seven my mom left my pop

Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York
Then my mom remarried, had my little brother Gary
My sister a year later, let me gather my thoughts

By the time I was nine, I was outta my mind
My step pops didn't like me beat me outta my mind
Ten and eleven the same I never would change
He still had to hit me, aggravate a little nigga

Still wearin' skippys

Bob had Adidas and Pumas, I could a had a pair
My mommy said, wait 'til Christmas but I needed 'em sooner
If you heard I was broke dawg it wasn't a rumor

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

It was 1986 and I was twelve years old
That's right around the time when crack came out
It was the best thing that happened to me
I swear to God 'cause I was gettin' everything that I was askin' about

First we started off bangin' up, me and golf
Then shit start addin' up, we gettin' smart
Now we on Broadway, coppin' our own bench
Bring it home and put it in bottles, send us a rottle

Drink a old ease grem like it wasn't tomorrow
I'm gettin' kicked out of Junior High, thinkin' I'm grown
God bust with the yellow rabbit
And I had every color dealt we was gettin' it on

I was out robbin' Mexicans six in the morn'
Mom said, I'd had to ep again, rip it I'm gone
Nigga get a little loony and grown, soup in the dome
Bump me up worst when I went to the group home

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I'm leavin' out a lotta shit, nigga it's too real
My alcoholic back round, the welfare motels
Abuse that I had to take struggle at my mom's recruit
How the fuck I'm gon bomb wit you

And the cases I got up to date told you that I bust a eight
My niggas I can't name, outta state, my niggas fuck with weight
Little brother gone but I got a baby angel
You fuckin' with a dirty name, don't let these niggas change you

The present's what you get
And the past is what make the man future
I can't tell you I ain't God or lil' Superman
No there ain't a S on my chest, but it's a D on my block
(D block)
And said life the deepest lesson is death

I'm determined and I'm disciplined and destined to rest
I'm a gangsta and a gentleman, Panero the best
When I pass I'm like gas, motherfuckers
'Cause I'm a leave a stain that you'll never forget

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'

I said, gangstas ride, ride with me
Gentlemen live your life, live it up
'Cause gangstas die, we all gon die
It's only a matter of time, the clock tickin'