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Monday, June 27, 2011

LYRICS: blow my high

THE PPL SAID CMON, GUESS WHOS FEENA COME ON/
EVERY TIME I COME ON, THEY FEELIN SO C'MON/
I AM SUCH A COME ON, OR IS THE TERM THE TURN ON/
SHE HAD A SKIRT & THONG ON/

SHE GRAB MY HAND LIKE COME ON/
THIS WAS BACK IN 01', I DIDNT EVEN KNOW HUN/
BEFORE I EVEN TOUCH HER SHE ALREADY CUM ON/
OR IS A TERM CAME ON… PAST TENSE BRAIN STORM/

SHE BLEW ME BACK WET AS RAIN/
HURRICANE BRAIN STORM/
I REALLY I DONT REMEMBER MUCH/
I REALLY DONT REMEMBER MONTHS/

IT COULD OF BEEN DECEMBER OR SEPTEMBER WHO GIVES A FUCK/
SHE THOUGHT I WAS RICH AS FUCK, I WAS IN A RENTED TRUCK/
SITTIN HIGH LIFTED UP… INSIDE TWISTING UP/
FINGER NECK & WRIST LIT UP/

BANGING B.I.G & PUFF/
SHE ASKED ME CAN SHE GET A PUFF/
I PASSED THE DUTCH SHE MAC'D IT UP/
HER & HER FRIENDS JUST LAUGHED IT UP/

BABY U CAN HAVE THAT BLUNT/
SHE SAID THANK U VERY MUCH/
IM THINKING WHATEVER SLUT/
F' IT ROLL ANOTHER UP, F' IT POUR ANOTHER CUP/

NOW WE IN THE NIGHT CLUB, BUYIN ALL THE BUBBLY UP/
WHOEVER SAID MONEY DONT MEAN EVERYTHING WAS BROKE AS FUCK/
THE VIP JUST OPENED UP, THE WAITRESS JUST ESCORTED US/
MAAAAN I HATE THEM SPARKLERS, THEY ALWAYS PUT THE LIGHT ON US/

THIS A NORMAL NIGHT 4 US, THIS NOTHING THIS IS LIGHT 4 US/
THE BOUNCERS THEY LET US DO US, THE OWNER HE ALRIGHT WIT US/
BOTTLES SIT ON ICE FOR US, PLEASE TELL'M TAKE THAT LIGHT OFF US,
WE DECIDED IN THE BEGINNING THIS THE LIFE FOR US/

BIGGIE SMALLS BACKDROP THE CAMERA FLASH, PHOTO TWO/
OOPS I MEANT 22, OUR CLUBS PICS LIKE A PHOTO SHOOT/
THESE DIAMONDS AINT PHOTO SHOP, WE FLASHING LIKE A PHOTO BOOTH/
& SOMEHOW I KEEP SPILLING THIS LOUIE ON MY LOUIE SHOE/

NOW IM ON THE DANCE FLOOR, 2 STEPPIN WIT SUMN CUTE/
RED BONE RED THONG, MINI SKIRT & GATOR BOOTS/
FAST FOWARD TO HER COUP IM ROLLIN UP B4 WE SHOOT/
3 NIGGAS IN DICKIES SUITS STUCK ME UP & TOOK MY LOOT/ (DAMN)




A COUPLE FIGHTS BROKEN UP,

LYRICS: a good man gone

I WOKE UP MY MOMMA TOLD ME MY HOMIE DIED/
SHE SAID HE WAS VICTIM OF A DRIVE-BY/
THEY SAID A BULLET WENT THRU HIS HEAD & OUT HIS EYE/
I KNOW WHO DID IT, ITS THEM NIGGAS FROM THE OTHER SIDE/
THE HOOD GOT TOGETHER & WE ALL DECIDED/
TONIGHT ITS GONNA BE A HOMICIDE/
MY OG ASKED ME AM I WANNA RIDE/
CUZ WITH OR WITHOUT ME THEY GONNA RIDE/
I JUST SAW HIM YESTERDAY, ON THE GRIND/
WE SMOKED A FEW DUTCH'S HAD A GOOD TIME/
WE TOOK TURN ON THE PLAYS MADE A GOOD DIME/
WE GO WAY BACK SINCE ABOUT NINE/
ITS HARD TO TALK ABOUT THIS SHIT I MIGHT CRYING/
CUZ HONESTLY I AINT USED TO MY FRIENDS DYING/
THAT WAS MY NIGGA MANE NO LYING/
WHENEVER SAW HIM… I WAS RIGHT BESIDE'M/

NOW THE HOOD AT WAR WITH THE OTHER SIDE/
EVERY SINCE THE DAY MY BLOOD BROTHER DIED/
EVERYDAY IM BUYING AMMO FOR MY TARAUS NINE/
NOW I GOT ENOUGH BULLETS TO LAST A LIFETIME/
EVERY TIME WE COME THRU U HEAR SHOTS FIRIN'/
WE DONT STOP TIL WE HEAR COPS SIRENS/
DONT GETCHA ASS CAUGHT IN THE CROSS FIRE/
MY MAN WENT ACROSS THEM TRACKS & HE CAUGHT FIVE/
CAUGHT'M IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME/
PLUS HE HAD HIS HAT TURNED TO THE WRONG SIDE/
WE LOADED UP AND WE GOING ON A LONG RIDE/
LONG CLIP AND EVERY HOLLOW TIP GON FLY/
{I SWEAR IT WASNT TOO MANY NIGGAS MADE LIKE'M/
PLUS HE JUST HAD A SEED WIT A FACE JUST LIKE'M/
WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I WANTED TO BE JUST LIKE'M/
AND TONIGHT SOMEBODY GON DIE JUST LIKE'M/

SO WE DRESSED IN ALL BLACK LIKE CAT BURGLARS/
BUT WE AINT TRYNA STEAL SHIT WE ABOUT MURDER/
FOR THE LAST HOUR WE BEEN RIDIN IN A CIRCLE/
IM READY TO SMOKE A NIGGA LIKE A SWISHER OF PURPLE/
WE NEVER GET HIGH B4 A HOMICIDE/
U GOTTA BE SOBER TO SHOOT THAT LLAMA RIGHT/
WE STROLLIN THRU YA HOOD THROWIN UP SIGNS/
THE 1ST FUCKA WE CROSS, GETTIN CRUCIFIED/
WE GOT A 357 & FORTYFIVE/
A 16 GUAGE & RUSTY NINE/
WE ALL MIGHT SHOT AT THE SAME TIME/

LYRICS: d boyz

BRANDNEW DAMIER, IM TRYNA GET EVERY PAIR/
FRIDGE FULLA RECTANGLES, I WONDER WHY THEY CALL'M SQUARES/
AINT NOTHIN BUT FISHSCALE ON MY SCALE/
AINT NOTHIN BUT KUSH STUFFED IN MY L/
IN SOME BRANDNEW SHIT THAT COST BIG BILLS/
IT WAS LOW TIL HE THREW IT ON BIG WHEELS/
ME N DEMON GO BACK SINCE BIG WHEELS/
HE AINT LIL NO MO WE CALL HIM BIG WILL/
YEAH… THATS A QUARTER MILLI MUFFFUKKKAA/
I CAN MY TRIPLE MY STASH IF I REALLY HUSTLE/
DUMB DOLLARS, STUPID GRIND A SILLY HUSTLE/
RETARDED STASH UNDA MY SIMMONS… THE NEW RUSSEL/
I BEEN LIFTING WEIGHT THIS IS TRUE MUSCEL/
20 POUNDS STUFFT IN MY TRUE DUFFLE/
TRUE RELIGION JEANS COST ME 7 GRAMS/
8BALLS TO THE CORNER, NO ANAZEA SANDS/

I WAS JUST ON THE CORNER DOIN HAND TO HANDS/
THE DRUGS & MONEY THEY GO HAND IN HAND/
EDITOR VLOGZ I GOT IT ALL ON HANDY CAM/
I TOOK A HUSTLA LIFE & PUT IT ON FILM/
AS FAR AS GUNRULE GOES WE ARE STREET LEGENDS/
FOR 12 YEARS STR8 WE MADE THE STREETS HEAVEN/
SIX HUNDRED FOR THE HALO… WHEN EVERYBODY ELSE WAS TRYNA GET SEVEN/
THE SAFE IN THE BASEMENT LIKE 6'7'/
GET IT AT ONE… I BE DONE LIKE 6 SUMN/
& I AINT WHIPPIN SHIT, WONT MIX NOTHING/
I AINT SLEEPIN, SHIT I WONT MISS NOTHING/
AUDI R8 NO PUSH BUTTON, STRICTLY CONSIGNMENT I DONT PUSH NOTHING/
PEANUT BUTTER SEATS IN MY PURPLE PELLE/
PBJ… PEANUT BUTTER JELLY/
IM JUST PROMOTING THE BRAND… SF SKULLY/
I THINK MY TEAM GOTTA CHANCE TO BE THE BEST BUDDY/

LYRICS: drop a body

chorus:
drop a body as soon as i spot'm i got'm/
later for talkin… i pop'm/ (i pop'm)
pull out that k and i cock'm/ (cock'm)
get up close… and i chop'm/ (chop'm)

drop a body everybody know i shot'm/
and now they know im a problem (its a problem)
wherever they stand ima drop'm/ (drop'm)
as he die watch'm i know he gone i got'm/ (drop a body)

drop a body 12 gauge pump shotty/
1 in the head 5 in the body/
and i bust my shit u can ask roddy/
i earned my stripes u can ask gotty/
drop a body… these betta know i/
let mines go i… lay'm down no lie/
no cloud killing… we don't shoot sky/
let off in the crowd im really using mines/
drop a body… shoot up ya house party/
this kid don't play catch'm drunk sloppy/
pistol whip his as till he talk funny/
i got shot as a shawty so i walk funny/
the niggas that robbed me didn't want money/
they wanted blood, and thats what they got from me/
drop a body… that bulletproof cant stop me/
put holes in ya mask… no hockey/

chorus:
drop a body as soon as i spot'm i got'm/
later for talkin… i pop'm/ (i pop'm)
pull out that k and i cock'm/ (cock'm)
get up close… and i chop'm/ (chop'm)

drop a body everybody know i shot'm/
and now they know im a problem (its a problem)
wherever they stand ima drop'm/ (drop'm)
as he die watch'm i know he gone i got'm/ (drop a body)

drop a body… same shit different potty/
another point scored left that boy sorry/
we keep score cards like we playing yahtsee/
and tryin do numbers like the neo nazi's/
drop a body… then polly we out sipping soki/
veggie tempeh, tofu teriyaki/
then its back to the strip so we can tell the posse/
how that pistol grip pump knock'm out his hurriaches/
drop a body… toe tag the whole ave/
that fo blast & tore half his whole ass/
the job paid cash plus he gave me half/
so i put the whole clip in his old ass/
drop a body… surgeon gloves no love/
professional crime scene no blood/
no fingerprints no evidence
no witnesses… csi taught me this/

chorus:
drop a body as soon as i spot'm i got'm/
later for talkin… i pop'm/ (i pop'm)
pull out that k and i cock'm/ (cock'm)
get up close… and i chop'm/ (chop'm)

drop a body everybody know i shot'm/
and now they know im a problem (its a problem)
wherever they stand ima drop'm/
as he die watch'm i know he gone i got'm/ (drop a body)

LYRICS: im not a star

IM NOT A STAR SOMEBODY LIED/
I HAD DREAMS OF BEING A STAR… THAT DREAM DIED/
IF I DIED TODAY REMEMBER ME LIKE SHAMON FIGURES/
BURIED IN BLACK NEXT TO ALL MY NIGGAS/

TELL ALL MY BITCHES TO TAT MY NAME ON THEY TITTY/
PLAY MY SONGS IN THE STREET LIKE NEW YORK CITY DID BIGGY/
NEW CLIPS FOR MY CHOPPA SO NOW THAT THANG HOLD 50/
NEW THANGS FOR THE WHIP SO NOW THANG LOOK CRISPY/

2 THANGS FOR THE 40, BUT FOR THAT I GET 60/
2 WHEEL GSXR… TOP SPEED 160/
OG KUSH 7 GRAMS 150/
SF LOGO ON MY 5950/

IF U BOYZ WANT THE CROWN COME & GET ME/
IF U BOYZ WANT ME DEAD U COMING WITH ME/
MY LITTLE FRIEND WIT ME, BUT HE AINT REALLY FRIENDLY/
MY CHIC NAME JESSICA BUT ALL SHE ROCK IS TIFFANY/

SMOKIN THIS PIFF I HAD A EPIPHANY/
OBAMA IS THE ANTI-CHRIST THE DEVIL WEARING CHRISTIAN BEADS/
I STOOD IN LINE & VOTED FOR'M GOT ONLINE PROMOTED FOR'M/
SO MY QUESTION FOR YOU IS WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME/

GOIN ON DAY THREE, NO FOOD NO SLEEP/
LIFE IN THE FAST LANE, IM FASTING/
PRAYING TO GOD I ASK HIM, CAN HE DO A FAVOR FOR ME/
KEEP MY KIDS SAFE, WHILE A NIGGA GETTIN MONEY/(GETTIN MONEY)

IM NOT A STAR SOMEBODY LIED/
I HAD DREAMS OF BEING A STAR… THAT DREAM DIED/
IF I DIED TODAY REMEMBER ME LIKE SHAMON FIGURES/
BURIED IN BLACK NEXT TO ALL MY NIGGAS/

TELL ALL MY BITCHES TO TAT MY NAME ON THEY TITTY/
PLAY MY SONGS IN THE STREET LIKE NEW YORK CITY DID BIGGY/
IM NOT A STAR X3

LYRICS: money mayhem

THROW THE MONEY IN THE AIR WATCH THEM DOLLARS FALL/
PUT DOLLAR ON YA HEAD WATCH YA BODY FALL/
FOUR SHOTS IN HIS BODY WATCH HIS BODY CRAWL/
STAND OVER HIS BODY GIVE'M ANOTHER FOUR/
LIKE BAM BAM BAM… BAAAM/
THEN SCRAAAM/
METHOD MAN REDMAN WHATEVER MAAAN/
THE DOPE MAN THE SMOKE MAN WHATEVER MAN/
CALL RAN HE CAN GET U WHATEVER MAN/
I KEEP IT TREAL DIRECT CONNECT NO MIDDLE MAN/
5 BANDS FOR THE STASH IN THE MINI VAN/
SOO ALL U SEE IS TRI PODS & MINI CAMS/
ALL THESE MINI ME'S, IT AINT TOO MANY RANS/
IT AINT TOO MANY ME'S… THIS NIGGA THINK HE MINI RAN/
NAH THIS NIGGA THINK HE MINI CEASE/
CONNECT LIKE A JANITOR TOO MANY KEYS/
ASK CEASE... WE KILLIN'M DISEASE/
VALET CLOSED TOO MANY V'S/


LYRICS: movies

mic check 1, 2/
i order one, she ordered one too/
i aint the only baller… he one too/
money tall dwight howard 12/

he's v6… im v12/
let the smoke out... THRU the sunroof/
i wish hadn't crashed my drop, what a dumb move/
we buy whips like we buy shoes/

but that drop was like my fav pair of louis/
we eating bar louis, right next to the movies/
but we don't never go in… our life is like the movies/
FLORIDA back beach two piece/

THE CHICKENS COME IN PAIRS… TWO PIECE/
BUY ONE GET ONE… NEW LEASE/
BRAND NEW DASH… THOSE NEW SEATS/
I TOLD THE FAM I WASNT HUSTLING/

BUT ITS HARD 2 HIDE ALL THAT THE $ THATS BEEN COMING IN/
I COMMITTED THE SIN OF COVETING, CUT IT OUT OR CUT ME IN/
IF A NICKLE BAG IS SOLD I WANT IN, IF A 20 PIECE IS SOLD I WANT TEN/
GOING AGAINST HIM IS A NO WIN, THATS WHAT THEY GON TELL U WHEN MENTION RAN/

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Thursday, June 16, 2011

@RANRU x @DJCAPCOM "THE BOONDOCK SAINTS" TRACKLISTING



01. INTRO (SKIT)
02. PRAYER (SKIT)
03. THE CORNER PT.2
04. CRAZY GUNS
05. R.I.C.H. PT.2
06. WTF (SKIT)
07. THE WAY OUT
08. GETTIN' $ (SKIT)
09. GETTIN' $ MONEY FT. JOEY B.
10. GETTIN' $ (SKIT 2)
11. MAYBACH MUSIC FREESTYLE
12. SWERVIN'
13. TIL THE WORLD BLOW
14. LET IT GOOO
15. GOOD / EVIL (SKIT)
16. NEVER DIE ALONE
17. SUPERHERO'S (SKIT)
18. LIVIN MY LIFE PT. 3
19. OUTRO (SKIT)
20. (BONUS TRK) WHIP MY HAIR RMX
21. (BONUS TRK) MANE
22. (BONUS TRK) LIVIN MY LIFE PT. 2 [CIROC ON ICE]
23. (BONUS TRK) REGRETS

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

LYRICS: TIL THE WORLD BLOW


IM BALLIN TIL THE WORLD BLOW

SMALL MONEY... MIDGET PAPER/
TALL MONEY… SKY SCRAPER/
IM STICKING TO IT... FLY PAPER/
IN MY MAINO VOICE HI HATER/

DONT WORRY EVERYTHING ON US/
WE SPEND THAT PAPER LIKE FLOYD ON DUST/
F' THEM PAPERS, IMMA ROLL MY DUTCH/
THEY SAID I NEED AA I DRINK TOO MUCH/
I JUST DROPPED A CAR NOTE ON A GOLD BOTTLE/
SOMEBODY TELL THE WAITRESS BRING ME 4 MORE BOTTLES/
ALL BLACK MOVADO I PAID A LIL SUMN/
ITS THE 1ST OF THE MONTH, SOO I MADE A LIL SUMN/
ALL THESE STRIPPERS GOT THEY EYES ON MY CASH/
SOO MY HANDS ALL OVER HER THIGHS & HER ASS/
FUCK THE VIP & THE CHAMPAGNE ROOM/
WE IN THE ACE OF SPADE CABIN THATS MY CHAMPAGNE ROOM/

CHROUS:
TAKE IT OUT THE BAG, COUNT IT UP/
TAKE'M OUT THE BOX, COUNT'M UP/
TAKE IT WRAPPER, WEIGH IT UP/
IF U DIDNT GET IT FROM US, U PAID TOO MUCH/

THE FEDS IN TOWN, THEY KNOCKIN EVERYBODY/
THEY JUST INDICTED MY MAN, THEY WATCHING EVERYBODY/
THESE NIGGAS KILLING THEY SELF…. KAMIKAZE/
THATS NOT MAZDA DUMB BITCH THATS MASERATI/

MOSSBERG 550 THATS MY NEW SHOTTY/
IN THE KITCHEN... TRYNA WHIP ME UP A DUCATI/
848 THATS A V TWIN/
848 THATS A KINGPIN/
500 GRAMS THATS A HALF OF MAN/
HALF MAN HALF AMAZING (IM BALLIN) NO GYM/
08 WHIP LO-KEY NO RIMS/
BUT 2DAY I MADE ENOUGH TO BUY THE NEW BENZ/
BUCK 50 THRU THE S CURVE, BUT THIS MF DO 210/
WE PUMPIN BASS LIKE 2 TENS/
HE SAID HE SEEN MARIAH CAREY THATS 2 TWINS/

CHROUS:
TAKE IT OUT THE BAG, COUNT IT UP/
TAKE'M OUT THE BOX, COUNT'M UP/
TAKE IT WRAPPER, WEIGH IT UP/
IF U DIDNT GET IT FROM US, U PAID TOO MUCH/

(ITS JUST ME N NICK CANNON THATS MY FO' FIN/
FRESH FISHSCALE STILL IN THE FISH FIN/)