[YOU ONLY DIE ONCE] TRAILER #2 1080HD

WHAT IM ROCKIN... THE HUNDREDS HYENA TEE x GRAVIS FILTER LX (BLK LEATHER / WAX GUM)

PICS OF @RANRU

PICS OF: @DJCOMPOSITION x @RANRU BY UPTOWN PHOTOS

WHAT IM ROCKIN: UNDEFEATED HOODY, EXPEDITION TEE, HUF KICKS

LYRICS: 3 CHAINS FT. TROY CEASAR

2 RED GOLD CHAINS I REP MY GANG/

ONE YELLOW GOLD CHAIN, WATCH JESUS HANG/

I BROUGHT MY 1ST GOLD CHAIN FROM A DOPE FIEND/

THAT BULLSHIT GOLD TURNED MY NECK GREEN/

2 CUBAN LINX… 1 BENZATINE/

I EVEN HAD THE SILVER CHAIN WITH THE CUBIC BLING/

NO BULLSHIT CRYSTAL THESE AINT LAB MADE/

I AINT BUYING THEM DIAMONDS IF THEY A BAD GRADE/

BULLSHITTIN IN ZALES I BROUGHT A STEEL CHAIN/

A CRUCIFIX IT HAD DIAMONDS IN IT EVERYTHING/

I MUST OF ROCKED THAT CHAIN WITH EVERYTHING/

BROUGHT SHAWTY A CHAIN WITH THE MATCHING RING/

SHE BROUGHT A RING THAT MATCH MY GOLD CHAIN/

I WENT AND GOT BRACELET SPENT A WHOLE THANG/

NOW IM COMING THRU THE LANE LIKE SOUL TRAIN/

BUT THE ONLY THANG DANCING IS MY GOLD CHAINS/

LYRICS: THE HOPE

1ST IT WAS THE JAG, THEN IT WAS BEAMER/

NEXT IT WAS THE BENZ I STILL AINT SEEN CLEANER/

LATER FOR THE JAG COPT ANOTHER BEAMER/

THE 745 THE RIMS MADE IT MEANER/

BUYING ALL THE PROPERTY, WE REALLY PLAYING MONOPOLY/

HONESTLY… I DONT NEED NONE OF YALL TO COP FROM ME/

IM SET… THEM HATERS THEY MAD THEY PUT COPS ON ME/

ITS NOTHING NEW WE BEEN DUCKING THE BADGE SINCE 92/

CAREER CRIMINAL THE REAL IS AT MINIMAL/

THE NERVE OF THESE SOLDIERS TO CALL THEY SELVES GENERALS/

THESE FICTIONAL IMBECILES LACK ALL PRINCIPALS/

BREAK MY COMMANDMENTS AND SHIT GON GET BIBLICAL/

SHOW YOU HOW FAST WORDS CAN GET PHYSICAL/

WATCH YA TOUNGE WHEN U TALK AROUND SON//

YA STEPPIN ON THIN ICE YA WALK AROUND SON/

& WHY PAT ME DOWN WHEN U KNOW U GOTTA GUN/

GOT THAT AR 15 WIT THAT MASTERKEY THING/ 

SO TECHNICALLY SPEAKING MY GUN GOTTA GUN/

GUNRULE

LYRICS: LISTEN

SWAG X 3

AS MY BEARD TURN GREY I WATCH KIDS GROW/

IT DAWNS ON ME... IM JUST A KID YO/

AND AS F'D AS IT YO, IM TOO AFRAID TO LET KIDS KNOW/

I TOLD MY DAUGHTER TO NEVER PRETEND/ 

NVR COMPROMISE U FOR NONE OF THEM/

I TOLD MY SON ITS BETTER GRIN/

NOW HE SMILE WHEN CRY HE JUST PRACTICING/

TZAR IN THE MAKING, WE DONT MEAT SO THAT BULL WE AINT TAKING/

WE RUN FROM THEM PIGS, STAY AWAY THAT BACON/

NEVER RUN FROM THEM KIDS BUT AWAY FROM HATING/

EASIER SAID THEN DONE, MOST BOOKS ARE EASIER READ THAN DONE/

WHO NEEDS A SELF HELP SECTION/ 

WHEN U ONLY THINK OF HELPIN UR SELF SECOND/ 

THE 1ST TO GET IT IS THE 1ST ONE WIT IT/

LOOK DOWN AT THE LOSERS AND YELL I DID IT/

I DIDNT… I WOULDN'T I COULD BUT I COULDNT/

CRABS IN A BARREL THAT MAG GOT A BARREL/

THATS LONGER THAN THE SLEEVE ON YA OVERSIZED APPAREL/

BLOOD OF PHARAOH WASTED ON A FIEND/

FALSE DEMOCRACY NO ONE VOTES FOR A KING/

FORCED TO LIVE IN PERIL, WE ENTERED THRU THE GATE/

NOT THE WIDE BUT THE NARROW…  MAT 7: 13/

RANDOM THOUGHT MY NEIGHBOR HAD A FIERO/

WHEN I STAYED ON U & T & EVERYDAY I DREAMED/

OF DRIVING THAT FIERO… AND WHEN I HAD MY CHANCE GET IT I DIDNT/

DAMN… SINCE THEN I BEEN DO'R/

BUT TO SAY I DO EVERYTHING RIGHT WOULD BE MANUER/

BUT ADMITTING THAT I MADE THE WRONG MOVES IS AN MANEUVER/

I.E J. EDGAR… LARRY HOOVER/

SWAG X 3

LYRICS: NOTHING'S GONNA STOP ME

VRS `1

1ST IT WAS THE FOOD… THEN IT WAS MY SHOES/ 

THEN IT WAS THE CLOTHES… LATER CAME THE JEWELS/

SHORTLY AFTER THE WHIPS.. AFTER THAT THE TRIPS/

STILL LIVING IN THE HOOD… SITTING ON BRICKS/

WIFEY SICK OF THIS SHIT… SOO FUCK THIS HOOD/

GOT A BRAND NEW CRIB… TUCKED OFF IN THE WOODS/

TRAP STILL DOING GOOD… THE NUMBERS GETTIN BETTER/

JUST LIKE POE SAID…  NOTHING GOOD 4EVER/

I WAS CHILLING IN MY THEATER LAX GETTIN GETTIN BLUNTED/

GOTTA CALL ON MY CELLUR SHORTY SAID IM WANTED/

IM WANTED? WHAT THE FUCK U MEAN/

I WAS IN COURT LASTWEEK… I WENT TO JAIL THE BEAM/

THE JAKE PULLED ME OVER LUCKILY I WAS CLEAN/

IF I WAS WANTED THEY WOULD OF HAD ME… FUCK U MEAN/ 

HUNG UP THE CELLY ACHES IN MY BELLY/

EVERY TIME I GET NERVOUS… MY STOMACH START HURTING/

MY NEXT STARTED CHIRPIN… I DONT MEAN ALERT'N/

LIKE A NIGGA PRESSING THE BUTTON & AINT SAYIN NOTHIN/

CHECK THE SCREEN NO WONDER… NO NAME JUST A NUMBER/

ITS PROBLY DIGI HITTIN ME TO GIVE ME HIS NEW DIGITS/

HIT THE CHIRP WHO IS IT... NAH IT AINT DIGI/

ITS A PLAY… BUT WE DONT PLAY WE GET BUSY/

EVERY YEAR ITS AN INDICTMENT… LET THE FBI WATCH ME/

MAAAAN FUCK THE GRAND JURY… NOTHING GON STOP ME/

VRS 2

WOKE UP IN THE MORNING… CELLPHONE RINGING/

THE PHONE SAY SHALYN… DIGI MUST BE CHEATING/

ITS TOO EARLY FOR THIS GOT OUT THE BED TOOK A PISS/

ONE HAND ON MY EVO… OTHER HAND ON MY DICK/

SHIT… SHE KEEP CALLING, F' IT IM THREW STALLING/

I ANSWERED THE PHONE YAWNING… SLEEPY VOICE GOOD MORNIN/

SHALYN SAID HE GONE THE FEDS JUST GOT'M/

SAID HER SISTER JUST CALLED SHE JUST HEARD BOUT'M/

I TOLD'R I DOUBT IT. & IMMA KEEP DOUBT'N/

TIL I FIND OUT MYSELF ITS NORMALLY WORD OF MOUTH WHEN/

EVER THE FEDS COME ITS GON BE US NOT HIM/

I HUNG UP THE PHONE GOT DRESSED GOT GONE/

THE WHOLE TIME IM CALLING NO ANSWER… HE PROBLY ALL UP IN /

THAT BRAND NEW SPOT HE GOT JUST SNORING/

BUT HIS OTHER CRIB CLOSER… SO 1ST IMMA GO THERE/

I PULL UP CRAZY FOOT PRINTS ON THE FRONT STAIRS/

THIS SHIT FEEL WEIRD… TOOK A LOOKED IN THE GARAGE HIS WHIP AINT THERE/

PULL UP TO THE NEW SPOT IM HIGH & I FORGOT/

WHERE THE NEW SPOT WAS… JUST RIDING AROUND BUZZED/

PUNCHED THE CODE IN THE DOOR SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR/

LIKE SOME NIGGAZ RAN THRU HIS SHIT LOOKIN FOR RAW... OR/

AND I HATE TO SAY OR BUT SHALYN WAS RIGHT THE F'N WARRANT ON THE FLOOR/

"SUM'ONE LIKE U" (UNMIXED)

"CLASSIC GANGSTA" (UNMIXED)

LYRICS: LATE BREEZE FT. DJ SCRAPLIFE

THE SHOTTY'S & THE SKELETONS STAY IN THE CLOSET/

TAKE HIS LIFE… HIS MONEY U CAN STAY IN YA POCKET

DEM HITTERS ON DECK THEY WAITIN TO POP IT

WHATS HIS LIFE WORTH? MICHIGAN BOTTLE DEPOSIT/

MICHIGAN BOTTLE DEPOSIT X2

1 AR 1 SHOTTY 2 K'S IN CLOSET/

TAKE HIS LIFE… HIS MONEY U CAN STAY IN YA POCKET

VRS1:

SHOUT OUT TO JODY THE KID DIDNT KNOW ME/

HE WAS JUST TALKING… HIT'M WITH 40/

NAH I DIDNT SHOOT'M THE SHOOTER WAS MY HOMEY/

YA LIFE AROUND HERE AINT WORTH A EMPTY 40/

EMPTY PROMISES… ME & MY LLAMA IS/

ALOT CLOSER THAN… ME & MOMMY IS/

THE WORD AROUND TOWN IS RAN KILLED JODY/

SO NOW I GOT THESE CRAZY MF'S LOOKIN FA ME/

GOTTA GUN IN MY DRAWLS FUCK THE LAW/

MY BACK AGAINST THE WALL… I LET'M OFF/

THEY SAY THE ODDS STACKED AGAINST ME BUT FUCK THE ODDS//

I AINT DEAL THE DECK IM JUST PLAYING THE CARDS

I WAS CHILLING IN THE BUCKET AT THE MF LIGHT/

AND A MF OP TRIED 2 TAKE A NIGGA LIFE/

I PUT THE PEDAL TO THE METAL BURNED RUBBER MADE A RIGHT/

THAT 350 ROCKET GOTTA NIGGA OUT OF SIGHT/ VROOM

CHORUS:

THE SHOTTY'S & THE SKELETONS STAY IN THE CLOSET/

TAKE HIS LIFE… HIS MONEY U CAN STAY IN YA POCKET

DEM HITTERS ON DECK THEY WAITIN TO POP IT

WHATS HIS LIFE WORTH? MICHIGAN BOTTLE DEPOSIT/ X2

LYRICS: KILO [YOU ONLY DIE ONCE]

CHROUS:

I JUS GOT BURNT 4 A KILO/(KILO)

SO NOW I GOTTA CALL MY AMIGO/(AMIGO)

IM SORRY 2 INFORM U BUT A NIGGA GOT GOT/

BUT IM GLAD 2 INFORM U DAT DA NIGGA GOT POP'D/X2

OPEN UP THE BLOCK WATCH THE FLAKES FLY/

I DARE U SNIFF THIS… U'LL GET SUPER HIGH/

MF' DARE I GOT'M COMPRESSED/

ALL U GOTTA DO IS SAY YES/

FLOETRY THIS DRUG DEALERS POETRY/

SNIFFING OFF THE BRICK SCOOP THE POWDER WITH HIS ROSARY/

THANK GOD FOR THE COCA LEAF, I NEED ANOTHER COFFE POT/

I JUST LOST A NINE IN THE SINK WHERES THE SODA BOX/

SIMILAR TO LAVA IN THE BAHAMAS YEAH IM SORTA HOT/

WE BUSY DUCKING FEDS MANE MF' CORNER COPS/

HURRY UP AND WRITE THE TICKET PIG I GOT BLOW TO KHOP/

MF THE STASH BOX ACE HE KEEP THE 40 COCKED/

I DARE U LAY A FINGER ON ME LOSE YA ARM, NICE WATCH/

NICE RING…THROW AWAY THE ARM.. GET THE JEWELRY CLEAN/

SHOTS RING GUN NVR JAM KEEP THE UZI CLEAN/

ITS A DIRTY GAME… ITS A NOT MOVIE SCENE/

CHROUS:

I JUS GOT BURNT 4 A KILO/(KILO)

SO NOW I GOTTA CALL MY AMIGO/(AMIGO)

IM SORRY 2 INFORM U BUT A NIGGA GOT GOT/

BUT IM GLAD 2 INFORM U DAT DA NIGGA GOT POP'D/X2

A WOLF IN DESIGNER CLOTHING, SURROUNDED BY THE GREEN US OPEN/

OF COURSE I STAY SMOKING, THE CRIPS STILL LOCING/

THE BLOODS STILL DOGGIN SO THE BALL STILL  ROLLING/

THIS GANGLAND BUST YA F'N HEAD OPEN/

WITNESS SAW IT ALL FACE MACCAULAY CULKIN/

IDK WHO MAKE THE BEST GUNS RUSSIANS OR ISRAELIS/

I'LL MAKE SURE I'LL ASK THE IRISH WHEN I MEET'M AT TELLY/

WHEN I TALK TO MY KIDS IM HEAR CLICKS ON MY CELLY/

TELL THE FEDS THEY NEED MORE THAN A WIRE TAP TO NAIL ME/

SO BE CAREFUL WHAT U TELL ME WHEN U CALLIN JACK/

MENTION CRACK ON MY JACK & I'LL NVR CALL BACK/

I GOT DIGI ON THE LINE WHEN I CALL HE CALL BACK/

HE GOT SOSA ON THE LINE WHEN HE CALL HE CALL BACK/

ITS GETTIN CLOSE TO THANKSGIVING EVERY FALL WE FALL BACK/

I BE SOMEWHERE DOWN IN TEXAS WITH 5TH FALLING FLAT/

THE PROSECUTOR CALL'M WITNESS MY NIGGAZ WE CALL'M RAT/

IF U CALL URSELF A REAL NIGGA THEY SHOULD NVR CALL U THAT/

GOT AMIGO ON THE JACK HE SAID A KILO AINT JACK/

SO IF I AINT A D-BOY THEN WHAT DO CALL THAT/

CHROUS:

I JUS GOT BURNT 4 A KILO/(KILO)

SO NOW I GOTTA CALL MY AMIGO/(AMIGO)

IM SORRY 2 INFORM U BUT A NIGGA GOT GOT/

BUT IM GLAD 2 INFORM U DAT DA NIGGA GOT POP'D/X2