RANRU x DJ CAPCOM "R.I.C.H. PT. 2" (THE BOONDOCK SAINTS) by GUNRULE TV
[YOU ONLY DIE ONCE] HOSTED BY DJ CAPCOM
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
LYRICS: start this movement
WE GETTING MONEY (WE BALLIN IN SUNSHINE)
THROW THOSE 100 BILLS IN AIR/
THROW THOSE GOT DAMN ONES IN THE AIR/
WE GETTIN MONEY OVER HERE/
EVERYBODY OVER HERE BALLIN DEAR/
EVERYBODY HERE ALL IN HERE/
GUNRULE HELL YEAH WE ALL HERE/
MY MONEY STAND BILL LAIMBEER/
RIGHT WRIST FROZE, LEFT WRIST ON CHILL/
EVERY SINGLE STONE IS REAL IN/
AINT NONE OF THESE DIAMONDS CHANDELIER/
MY CLARITY IS SOOO CRYSTAL CLEAR/
TELL THE WAITRESS WE NEED CRYST' OVER HERE/ (YEAH)
& TWO MORE FIFTHS OVER HERE/
THATS EXPENSIVE SHIT NO BEERS IN HERE/
ALL MY NIGGAS MADE THE LIST THIS YEAR/
IM SURE U KNOW WE TOOK A HIT THIS YEAR/
LIFT YA GLASSES IN THE AIR: LETS ALL YELL CHEERS/
FOR THE HUSTLERS WHO CANT BE HERE/
MAAAAN I WISH MY MAAAN I WAS HERE/
DAMN I WISH HE WAS STANDING HERE/
WE STAND UP MEN, ALL THE RATS OVER THERE/
MATTERFACT WHO LET THEM RATS IN HERE/
THIS SITUATION HERE IS SOO SEVERE/
AND U CAN TELL THAT WE'RE SO SINCERE/ (YEAH)
I GOT MY CAREER IN GEAR/
MY FOOTWEAR IS SOO PREMIER/
(YES) MY STYLE SOO G4 LEAR/
LIKE MONEY MONT SAID IM SOO QUADIR/
AND UR SOO QUEER...
X2 WE GETTING MONEY (YEAH)
WE GETTING MONEY (WE BALLIN IN SUNSHINE)
LYRICS: try the team
she gon make it hit the floor, thats when u let it go/
let it goooo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go/
my niggas getting dough, is that what they hatin fo/
i guess these nggas want a war, f' the talking let it go/
let it goo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go/
okay heavy got the choppa, ace load the glock up/
digi keep the blocka ranru is monster/
u can tell by our posture them boys quick to pop ya/
we cant hear the talking too much noise from the choppa/
the k we call it waka cuz all it say flocka/
we the construction crew watch us tear ya f'n block up/
u a baller blocker, the rasta's call us shottas/
u girl call me poppa biggie smalls who shot ya/
present day mobster hundred dollar pasta/
at the strip club bossin thrown hundreds like they dollars/
we don't pop our collars, we known for fa poppin cowards/
we known fa poppin bottles, we known fa poppin hollows/
GUNRULE BABY WE THE MF POWER/
the brand-new bmf the sign reads (the world is ours/)
wolfpackgang doube r ruff ryders/
maaaan muthafuck rap i got rich off the powder/ (rannnn)
okay the strippers on the pole, they dancing fa dough/
she gon make it hit the floor, thats when u let it go/
let it goooo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go/
my niggas getting dough, is that what they hatin fo/
i guess these nggas want a war, f' the talking let it go/
let it goo thats when u let go nigga aint no since in holding it (noo) let it go
LYRICS: 07-2011
WE JUST STANDING HERE WE EVERYWHERE U NEVER THERE/
IM WELCOME ANYWHERE BONE CRUSHER NEVER SCARED/
WE JUST GETTING OUR MONEY AS THE NEIGHBORS STARE/
THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCHED BUT THEY NEVER CARED/
THE NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH WAS VISUALLY IMPAIRED/
MY NEIGHBORHOOD CLOCKS 300 DAYS A YEAR/
THE OTHER 65 WE WAS CHILLING GETTING HIGH/
AS CHILDREN WE WAS BARELY GETTIN BY/
BUT THAT WAS THE PAST NOW IM GETTIN MINES/
WE STARTED OUT MOVING DIMES MY EIGHTY'S TURNED TO NINES/
I TURNED THAT 18 TO 36 IN NO TIIIIME/
NO WHIPS NO RIMS NO SHINES JUST A SAFE FULLA BENJAMINS…NO LIE/
COWBOYS N INDIANS MY FO' FIVE/
WILL LIGHT UP THE WHOLE STRIP… SHOWTIME/
ITS TOO LATE TO STOP NOW ITS GO TIME/
LATER FOR SCHOOL I'LL THINK GO GRIND/
MY QUOTA TODAY IS A THOUSAND DIMES/
I ALMOST LOST MY MIND NOV 9TH 99/
STUCK IN THE GAME I'LL NEVER RESIGN/
IMMA HUSTLER BY DESIGN/
I WAS TOLD IF U FAIL ONCE KEEP TRYING/
& IF U WANT A CHEAPER PRICE U GOTTA KEEP BUYING/
LYRICS: LA LA LA
THE HARD 24, BOY THE SOFT 28/
AND WE GET IT POPPIN IN LIKE 20 STATES/
PULL UP THE FUNCTION ITS 20 DIFFERENT PLATES/
TRYNA GET A CAKE FOR LIKE 20 STR8/
PULL UP IN THE PARKIN LOT, ITS KINDA HOT/
THE SUNSHINE'N BUT THIS PARKING LOT IS KINDA HOT/
SO I PARKED BY THE MINI MART/
THIS NIGGA RODE PAST HE MUST DIDNT PARK/
SO I PUT V IN D, ROLLED THE WINDOW DOWN GAVE THE HORN BEEP/
THEM BOYZ HOPPED OUT DEEP LOOKING SWEET IN FOREIGN JEEP/
IN A ALL WHITE RANGE WITH THE TAN & ORANGE SEATS/
I CAN BARELY HEAR'M SPEAK, HIS BEATS BANGING OUT THE ROVER/
SO FUCK IT I JUST JUMPED OUT THE CAR AND WALK OVER/
A FOR A SECOND WE TALKED IT OVER/
EVERYTHING WAS KOSHER/
I GAVE HIS MAN THE NOD… I SWITCHED BAGS WITH HIS SOLDIER/
THEY HOPPED BACK IN THE ROVER.
I HOPPED BACK IN MY 04/
LOCKED BOTH DOORS AND PUT THE PEDAL PUT THE FLOOR/
U CAN HEAR MY ENGINE ROAR/
I JUMPED ON THE 94/
I TOLD THE NIGGA IF ITS STR8 I WOULD BUY MORE/
LATER FOR DEM CARS, WE TOO BUSY BUYING RAW/
EYES LOCKED IN REARVIEW, LOOKING FOR LAW/
MY CELLY GOING OFF, F' IT I TURNED IT OFF/
I DONT NEED NO DISTRACTIONS UNTIL I DROP IT OFF/
(DROP IT OFF) I REACHED MY EXIT SO I GOT OFF/
FUCK… I FORGOT TO STOP BY LOFT/
AND PICK UP THAT ONE THING/
SO I GOT ON THE PHONE & CALLED MY YOUNG THING….
(PHONE DIAL… )
AND WE GET IT POPPIN IN LIKE 20 STATES/
PULL UP THE FUNCTION ITS 20 DIFFERENT PLATES/
TRYNA GET A CAKE FOR LIKE 20 STR8/
PULL UP IN THE PARKIN LOT, ITS KINDA HOT/
THE SUNSHINE'N BUT THIS PARKING LOT IS KINDA HOT/
SO I PARKED BY THE MINI MART/
THIS NIGGA RODE PAST HE MUST DIDNT PARK/
SO I PUT V IN D, ROLLED THE WINDOW DOWN GAVE THE HORN BEEP/
THEM BOYZ HOPPED OUT DEEP LOOKING SWEET IN FOREIGN JEEP/
IN A ALL WHITE RANGE WITH THE TAN & ORANGE SEATS/
I CAN BARELY HEAR'M SPEAK, HIS BEATS BANGING OUT THE ROVER/
SO FUCK IT I JUST JUMPED OUT THE CAR AND WALK OVER/
A FOR A SECOND WE TALKED IT OVER/
EVERYTHING WAS KOSHER/
I GAVE HIS MAN THE NOD… I SWITCHED BAGS WITH HIS SOLDIER/
THEY HOPPED BACK IN THE ROVER.
I HOPPED BACK IN MY 04/
LOCKED BOTH DOORS AND PUT THE PEDAL PUT THE FLOOR/
U CAN HEAR MY ENGINE ROAR/
I JUMPED ON THE 94/
I TOLD THE NIGGA IF ITS STR8 I WOULD BUY MORE/
LATER FOR DEM CARS, WE TOO BUSY BUYING RAW/
EYES LOCKED IN REARVIEW, LOOKING FOR LAW/
MY CELLY GOING OFF, F' IT I TURNED IT OFF/
I DONT NEED NO DISTRACTIONS UNTIL I DROP IT OFF/
(DROP IT OFF) I REACHED MY EXIT SO I GOT OFF/
FUCK… I FORGOT TO STOP BY LOFT/
AND PICK UP THAT ONE THING/
SO I GOT ON THE PHONE & CALLED MY YOUNG THING….
(PHONE DIAL… )
LYRICS: I AM KING
summertime… its hot out/
f' it pull the drop out/
middle school drop out/
ballin no lock out/
i swear the whole block out/
& u know the f'n cops out/
u know hot out, they pull up & hop out/
(word) u know i brought glock out/
10 shot maggy, pants kinda baggy/
2 clips in my pocket so my pants slightly saggy/
niggas face get soggy, when i pull out sally/
got the dutch all soggy tryna roll that cali/
the pigs in the alley, the fiends kinda aggy/
since the price went up them niggas got that whip up/
times is hard fam… so niggas whip up/
break the whole chic up, & put in the blendaa/
whip it to the right keep water in the center/
maaan i got right this winter/
balled all summer, like the #1 stunna/
in that h2 hummer on 30's nuthin younger/
headed to the hood swerving thru the corners/ (swerving)
chrous: we just swerving x6
all black gsxr… im rolling take a picture/
i flew thru the traffic light, the camera took a picture/
im roooolllllinnn… but not on e pills/
most of us got 2, but some on 3 wheels/
my man flew by me doing 90 on one wheel/
a voice in my chatterbox said "yo son ill"
yeah that shit was surreal, but is talking bout me or son on one wheel/
cuz shawty on the back gotta ass thats unreal/
im eatin i aint miss one meal/
if u ask me about me they will tell u son real/
the son went down, so i turned my lights on/
all black everything including my icon/
every chick out got some hills & tights on/
as soon we pulled up they was biting like pythons/
we shine like hid lights throw the brights on/
fam hit throttle his shit sound like a pipe bomb
its time to ride out get ya horse & hop on/(swerving)
chrous: we just swerving x6
LYRICS: LIVIN MY LIFE PT.3
MY LI FE (REPEAT)
HUH… THAT MASERATI MEAN AINT IT/
BROUGHT THE BIKE, B4 HE RODE IT GOT THANG PAINTED/
BROUGHT THE CRIB B4 U KNOW IT GOT IT DECORATED/
DUMB DIAMONDS ON MY WRIST BUT IM EDUCATED/
HALF ASS HUSTLERS, THESE NIGGAS OVER-RATED/
WE OVER ACHIEVERS SO I KNOW THEY HATED/
I DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL THEY SAID I WOULDN'T MAKE IT/.
SWIMMING LAPS IN THE POOL DAMN A NIGGA MADE IT/
I TOOK THE RED PILL I ATE IT/
U BLUE PILL POPPERS STILL CAUGHT IN THE MATRIX/
10,000 GRAMS IN A TOYOTA MATRIX/
I RAN ISREAL… NIGGA IM KING DAVID/
THIS KING SIZE BRACELET GOT'M SALIVATING/
THE HOOD SAY I AINT DOWN B'CUZ IM ELEVATING/
LIKE MY NIGGA FROM CALI WOULD SAY, HELLA HATING/
I OFFERED MY HAND BUT U WOULDN'T TAKE IT/
I GOT THE CORNERS BLEEDING LIKE ITS MENSTRUATING/
A MINUTE PAST THATS A MINUTE WASTED/
DRUG FREE BUT THE MONEY KEEP A NIGGA WASTED/
I BEEN HAD ENOUGH TO QUIT ON SOME ANYDAY SHIT/
ACE OF SPADE BOTTLES EVERYWHERE THATS OUR EVERYDAY SHIT/
ALL OUR JEWELS LIGHT UP LIKE LAS VEGAS/
$100 BLACK JACK I LOST PAPER/
TRY TO GIVE MY NIGGA 30 CUZ HE FLOSS PAPER/
LIKE MY NIGGA FROM CALI WOULD SAY BOSS PLAYER/
IF IT AINT ABOUT A PROFIT, GET LOST PLAYER/
LYRICS: SUPER HIGH
TOP FLOOR OF THAT FOUR STAR, BLOWING SMOKE AT THE MOON/
A GANGSTER FROM THE WOMB, RESPECTED BY THE GOONS/
NOTICE I DIDNT SAY PROTECTED BY THEM GOONS/
ARMORAL PROTECTANT, ALL OVER MY DASH/
GETTING CASH IN SUMN FAST, BE AT U IN A ZOOM/
MY SPEAKERS GOIN BOOM, I SPEND IT LIKE IM BOOM/
I AINT TRIPPIN CUZ I KNOW MY STREETS GON IS BOOM/
MODERN DAY MAFIA, $50 TILAPIA/
POSE FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHERS/
THEN POST IT FOR MY FOLLOWERS/
THE FBI FOLLOW US, HOPING OUT A FOREIGN/
AND I KNOW ITS BORING FOLLOWING ME TO RENAISSANCE/
AHEAD OF MY TIME… IM JUST SOO BEYOND/
IT AINT THE ICE ON MY ARMS, ITS MY AMBIENCE/
MY ENTOURAGE ALL WHIPS & CHAINS LIKE AMISTAD/
MY ACCY AHMED TOLD ME IMMA GOD/
FUCK THE UNEMPLOYMENT RATE NIGGA IMMA JOB/
FUCK WHAT U HEARD NIGGA IMMA PROB/
IMMA KILL, IMMA DEAL, IMMA ROB/
DONT THEM PICS IN THE ROB REPORT, MAKE U GO HARD/
A-1 CREDIT... NO CARDS/
WHAT I SPENT ON KARMALOOP I COULDA BROUGHT A CAR/
MY COKE COME KILOS, MY KUSH IN JARS/
WHAT U COLLECT ON YA INCOME TAX I SPEND IT IN A BAR/
WHAT U SPEND IN THE BAR BOSS… WE SPEND ON CIGARS/(AWWW)
URS IS IN THE CAR, MINES IS THE BAR/
I'LL DO YA ASS DIRTY THEN SPIT IT IN A BAR/
CRACK THAT SPRITE OPEN… MIX IT WITH THE BAR/
MY WEST COAST NIGGAS MIXED THE WHITE WITH THE BOY/
ADD A LIL SODA MIX IT WITH THE ROIDS/
RANRU IN THE STREETS IS LIKE NICKY ON ROIDS/
BE CAREFUL WHAT U SAY WHEN U CALLING MY DROID/
DIGI CALLED ME NOID… BUT JAY CALLED ME CAREFUL/
I JUST BROUGHT A NEW DIGI THIS SHIT WEIGH A ELBOW/
WITH ALL THIS JEALOUSY IM JUST TRYNA LAY L.O./
THE HOOD WANT THE WHITE… BUT ALL I GOT IS YELLOW/
ITS JUNE... I BEEN THE PUSHING SAME BATCH SINCE APRIL/
POCKET FULLA BEGALS, TRUNK FULLA LEGGOS/
ALL THESE PESOS/ MAKE ME AN A-HOLE/
THE STREETS TOLD ME HW WAS A-MOLE/
BUT TRUTHFULLY WHAT THE F' DO THEY KNOW/
HOP OUT THE REGAL… WALK INTO CASEY STEGALS/
ORDER THE WHOLE MENU, IM JUST TRYNA FEED MY PPL/
WE ON THE COURT U ON THE BLEACHERS/
NOW THEY HIT ME ON MY CHIRP, THEY USTA HIT ME ON MY BEEPER/
USTA HUSTLE 4 STARTER JACKETS & SHOE PALACE SNEAKERS/
IN THE SIXTH GRADE I WAS MORE PAID THEN THE TEACHERS/
SPONSORED BY THE GEEKERS, IM JUST TRYNA BE EARNER/
I DONT WANNA RUN 4 OFFICE… I JUST WANNA RUN THE CORNERS/
KUSH N CORONA, MARIJUANA AROMA/
JUST THE THOUGHT OF ALL THOSE COMMA'S KINDA GIVES ME A BONER/
I WAS JUST A WORKER… NOW IM THE OWNER/
I STARTED WITH A CIRCLE… TURNED IT TO WHOLE ONE/
I SUPPLIED MY WHOLE CIRCLE, NOW EVERY ON ONE/
WE WAS JUST RENTING… NOW WE OWN'M/
MY POPS SAT ME DOWN TOLD ME: GETCHA OWN SON/
AND IMMA HAVE THE SAME CONVO WITH MY OWN SON/
DONT WORRY ABOUT MINES GETCHA OWN SON/
I DONT WORRY ABOUT HARD TIMES IM ON SON/
Monday, April 18, 2011
LYRICS: powerball
balling like 24, thirty six for 24/
we got 240 tell'm bring me 9 mo/
i got a play for 56 i might give'm like 5'fo/
hit it the crentine thats a extra nine o's/
22 for 50 bo's tell'm bring me 50 mo/
i got a play for 20 tho' i might front'm like 20 mo/
this nigga think our whips the same, but my shit cost like 20 mo/
my shit more like 46, and his shit more like 24/
my homie dropped a 24, his shit bounced to 45/
and he don't know how to whip, so this shit goin fa 49/
tearing down sumerset, always on that otherside/
reversible louie belt… flip it to otherside/
this nigga think our belts the same, my shit cost another three/
this want nigga another half i might front him another e/
thats a xtra 10 a key... total thats a hunid g's/
charge the nigga 17, and lemme owe 43/
we both brought three belts a piece, but i spent like another g/
we got 240 tell'm bring me 9 mo/
i got a play for 56 i might give'm like 5'fo/
hit it the crentine thats a extra nine o's/
22 for 50 bo's tell'm bring me 50 mo/
i got a play for 20 tho' i might front'm like 20 mo/
this nigga think our whips the same, but my shit cost like 20 mo/
my shit more like 46, and his shit more like 24/
my homie dropped a 24, his shit bounced to 45/
and he don't know how to whip, so this shit goin fa 49/
tearing down sumerset, always on that otherside/
reversible louie belt… flip it to otherside/
this nigga think our belts the same, my shit cost another three/
this want nigga another half i might front him another e/
thats a xtra 10 a key... total thats a hunid g's/
charge the nigga 17, and lemme owe 43/
we both brought three belts a piece, but i spent like another g/
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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