Cassidy - R.A.I.D (Meek Mill diss)

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Cassidy fires back at Meek Mill with this 10-minute tear over various beats. "R.A.I.D." stands for "Robert Ass Is Dead." Could this unforgiving track be the end of the beef?

[Intro]
Yeah…
You been on my dick
You should’ve took your own fucking advice
You know you not fucking with me
I used to help you write your raps
Give you tips on how to get better
I use to tutor you - now you wanna disrespect your teacher?
Well you got a problem on your hands that you can’t deal with
Bitch

[Verse]
Ayo, you ain't got nothin’ on me
They couldn't wait for me to diss you in a song
‘Cause you was fucking corny
‘Member when you use to run up on me like
“Cass, please listen to my song?”
You used to play the shit like “this a hit, Cass”
I was thinkin’ “man, that shit trash, why you lay this shit?”
You said Cosmic Kev gave you shit
‘Cause he ain’t never play your shit
If you ain't mean it, why you say this shit?
Now your song gettin’ played every day and shit
So you gassed up, but I’ll still eat your ass up
You turned into a fag to get your cash up
But, I’d rather be broke than get my ass fucked
I started off with 50 cent, I ain't lying
But I’mma get rich or die tryin’ like a half buck
Yo, my bars so raw it could get bagged up
But yours got mad cut and not the type that scab up
Yup, this what I’mma do to you
Kill you in a battle, then Wale can say a poem at your funeral (damn)
‘Cause you wasn't getting bread then
Now you tryin’ to ride out but you comin’ down a dead end
You was a fucking bum -
you couldn't even get your braids fuckin’ done
It looked like you was growin’ dreads in
And we know, I turned to Christ like Tebow
But in jail was the only time I hung around a CO
I'm the illest emcee, yo
Why you wanna try me? Man, I'm the S.H.I.T.
You niggas shook up like Ali
I spit cook up - you don't wanna be hooked up to a IV
You a rabbit, eat a whole bowl full of dog shit
Then drink a cup full of hog spit before you try me
R.I.P. see the mortician, boy
I ain’t doin’ no more tweeting, get your door kicked in
Come on, you be drawn, nigga I ain’t bullshittin’
How you go on Twitter tweeting that the boy snitchin’?
Listen, you better off tryin’ to make a verse
‘Cause the shit that you tweet just only gon' make it worse
You a dry snitch tryin’ to say that I snitched
Bitch, I never opened my lips, where the paper work?
You was in Pit goin’ to court with a PD
No commissary, couldn't even make a Chi-Chi
When I was locked up, I was on TV
Soon as dudes turned on the news they would see me
So yeah they put me on PC, I’m not debatin’
For the first month did the final seven on population
I hate talkin’ bout the past
But wild shit be comin’ out your mouth
‘Cause you talkin’ out your ass
But watch how you talk when you talkin’ bout Cass
‘Cause I'm seriously offended, don't get your career ended
You finished - your whole carrier is a gimmick
You must have lost your damn mind screamin’ all the damn time
You can't rhyme and if it wasn't for Charlie Mack
You wouldn't even have a house to have a house party at
You could hardly rap, all you do is make party tracks
Niggas know Meek sound so weak on a slow beat
You blew up fast but now you got a slow leak
All you gon' hear about is how Cass aired you out
Who cares about how you supposed to be rich?
Or how you “ridin’ in your Ghost, Rollie on your wrist”
Bitch - you really hype but you ain't even reppin’ Philly right
You not a Big Willie just ‘cause you know how to wheelie bikes
Right - it's like I was sixteen’d on it
You cockroach, I'm the dopest nigga you seen on it
Don't make me put you on the Summer Jam screen
In them dirty ass jeans and the sneakers with the wings on it
Your first album and that compilation flopped
‘Cause you tell a lot of lies and you exaggerate a lot
Stop saying you was making guap hustlin’ ‘cause you wasn't
You never had keys like a combination lock
That ice moist tonight in that imitation watch
So why you always rappin’ about how much cake you got?
You a son of bitch, try and imitate your Pop
And you never was a thug, why you imitatin’ Pac?
You was wrong for doin’ that song ‘Tupac Back’
I seen the video like “where the fuck is Tupac at?”
Then saw your boss, like “nah, Tupac not fat”
I had Philly on lock before Tupac got clapped
You know me, a OG in the game
On point like Derrick Rose before he hurt his knee in the game
For ten years I've been the dopest emcee in the game
How you expect to keep respect long as me in the game?
See your name was Meek Millz, and now it’s Meek Mill
You couldn't even keep the fuckin’ Z in your name
You the biggest pussy in the game, I got you cats shook
“Cassidy losing to Meek?” Now how does that look?
Why you drop that song Repo? That was a wack look
The streets know them people need to repo your rap book
I'm back, look, this what I prayed for
You dug your own grave, boy, that's what I made this song ‘Raid’ for
And Meek, how you gon' wage war
when the GDs made MMG shut down they paid tour?
You getting’ paid, I got paid more, way more
I just get it and spend it, I should’ve saved more
I singed deal when you was in the sixth grade, boy
You got some nice whips but none of them shits is paid for
Man, you leased it, don't keep it a damn secret
You could front for a couple of months but you can't keep it
And everybody notice you niggas is fuckin’ bogus
You might as well preorder your Rest In Peace posters
You niggas ‘bout to go night-night - buenos noches
Fuck 'em all (I bury those cockroaches!)
This ain't about who the richest and who the brokest
This is about who the dopest, and nigga, focus
You moved from Philly -
You only in the city ‘cause in LA Big U signed your eviction notice
You jokers better keep your mouths closed
I was a household name before you was comin’ out your household
I roll with a bunch of goons so I'm extra safe
But I still gotta keep the weapon on me just in case
No, I don't wanna catch a case,
but I never keep the safety on my weapon
I ain't tryin’ to keep my weapon safe
You extra fake show some respect
‘Cause I was there when all you used to wear was dirty-ass V-necks
You spit a bunch of BS, you don't want it with me
I get fuckin’ busy, ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me
Under-dig-me? I've been gritty all my damn life
Damn right, you might could flow but you can't write
You not tryin’ to go to jail or lose your damn life
If we start beefin’, so let’s keep it on the damn mic
Fuck all the damn hype, this about bars
It's not about Rollies, it's not about cars
It's not about YSL or Audemars
You jumped off my dick to dick-ride Ross (pause)
Keep your eyes on the sparrow, Meek
‘Cause ridin’ other niggas dicks is not a good way to travel, Meek
So get off, yeah, you tried to get your shit off
But your shit soft, you gon' get your head ripped off
And all the frontin’ that you doin’ got me pissed off
Nothin’ that you write true, that's why I don't like you
I don't know who hyped, all your bars recycled
Fuck who got opinions, you know you not winnin’
I've been hot from the beginning
Son you got problems when they tired of your style after one album
I'm not finished, you the dude I’mma chew up
You my son, one of my sperm cells that grew up
Yup, I brought you in this world and I could take you out
Then let your btich and my dick start makin’ out
You already know every radio station
‘Bout to have this shit bumpin’ like a nigga that’s breakin’ out
Look, you could put my raps in a crack vial
That style you got not yours, that's Peedi Crakk’s style
And that’s foul, I told you to switch you rap style
A while back, let him get his style back
You not a loud pack, you a black mile, you just rap loud
And you all wack ‘cause you rap with another cat’s style
I ain’t feelin’ Robert or Meek Williams
I’mma kill him, and I could care less if he catch feelings
The meek shall inherit the Earth
Well that's exactly what Meek gon' inherit when he buried in dirt
Meek, you never should of spit that verse
I ain't Loaded Lux, but you know what’s up
‘Bout to get that work, yeah
Get that doctor, get that nurse
In a hospital bed you gon' get that first
Yeah, get that casket, get that hearse
Get that pastor, get that church
Your carrier dead - yeah
And you can keep sleepin’ on me
but I'm ‘bout to blow up like an air bed
You air head - I keep it gutter, nigga - word to mother, nigga
You signed to a nigga that’s signed to another nigga
With a 360 deal so that mean anytime you get money
you split money with other niggas
You break bread, your homies’ll say “I love you, nigga”
But they not supporting you, they extorting you
When you was broke all them niggas was not around
But now look at all the niggas you got around
Yeah, you poppin’ now, but if you stop gettin’ chiseled
All them niggas with you gon' start to get forgetful
I've been through it before, I'm not gon' bullshit you
It's official, same shit different toilet tissue
It’s like they might shoot they pistol
But if somebody get shot then the cops gon’ come and get you
That's your case, they only know your face
And you cant afford it, nigga, even if your dough straight
It's a slow wait, plus you on probabtion
And being caged in is a fucked up situation
I’m tryin’ to school you ‘cause you my kid
And I'm concerned,
you gotta learn from the dumb shit that you done did
But you always been a stupid kid
You got a little brain even though your head stupid big
And you might be gettin’ up in some puss
“But what, you think you getting’ girls now ‘cause of your looks?”
What? You look like an animal in the face
You remind me of that monkey on Planet of the Apes
Wait - I see panic in your face
I know I'm scarin’ you - this the cockroach burial
I’m too hot and got too much material
But you annoyin’, I'm getting’ tired of hearin’ you
You so pussy you’ll probably get a venereal disease
Meek I’m your father, out of your league
You know your whole team weak
And you was mad Kendrick Lamar sold more than your ass
Nigga, I seen the tweet
My nigga Jag made you have your worst nightmare
Larsiny fam’ right here and we don't fight fair
And we ain’t like y’all squad ‘cause we all ride
Meek, you be lookin’ all nervous with the frog eyes
And Ruff Ryders gon' ride with me too
So Robert’s ass is dead and ain’t shit you could do (nothin’)
Plus the rest of your niggas could get it too
I get at them right after I get at you (yeah, I said it)
The rest of your niggas could get it too
I get at them right after I get at you
Faggot…

Meek Mill - Repo (Cassidy diss)

 

 

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Intro:

We gon' knock this right out
We gon' skate to one song…
And one song only, nigga
Yeah!
Really?

[Verse]
Fuckin' ‘Condom Style’? Get your jig on?
You a clown-ass nigga, put a wig on
Nigga I be goin’ HAM ‘til the pig gone
All this ice around my neck, I got a fridge on
Body Cass, put him in a body bag
Broke nigga, we should put you in a body cast
Real nigga, all I know is get a lot of cash
I took you hatin’ niggas’ spots, that’s why you probably mad
My story - all guts, glory
Posted on the corner, Glock 40 tucked on me
20 years on me, me and my army
Feelin' like none of y'all niggas can harm me
I came from the bottom, where they never make it at
With all my jewels on, they ain't never takin' that
It’s rules to the game I ain't never breakin' that
And once you give a statement, nigga, you can never take it back
You lame part of the game, nigga pardon the fame
I got 30 in my clip I can park in your frame
Plus this Rollie on my wrist cost some cars and change
We talkin' bike life, 'bout to put a park in my name
Just to ride on you niggas or slide on you niggas
G550 when we glide on you niggas, like
Collide on you niggas, homicide on you nigga
I never had no rap, had no ties to you niggas, so
Why you suckas hatin' and talkin' 'bout what I'm makin'?
When I be out in Jamaica and ballin' like I'm like a Laker?
There’s givers and there’s takers, these niggas is getting’ faker
And I’m just getting’ richer, I wake up and get my cake up
Black Maserati, chinchillas for profit
Ten killers beside me, all lookin' like ahkis
I remember nights on corners with beef and broccoli
Rice and gravy, now it’s crazy, Phillipe's got me
All gold AP, same watch as Jay-Z
Ballin' like I'm KD
How can niggas play me?
If you ain’t talkin’ money, nigga, fuck you, pay me
Drophead with the top down and the A.C.
On, drawn, fuck is y'all doin'?
I’m a king, you a pawn, lil’ nigga I’m a don
The coke price high, it cost 40 for a jawn
And like 20 for a half, lil’ nigga do the math
And you talkin' 'bout a battle rap
How you gon' handle that?
Hundred grand, pussy nigga?
You ain't got the tab for that
You ain’t got the stash for that
You the one we laughin’ at
‘Cause you ain’t got half of that, they pump you up, asthma attack
Bye clown, calm down, 'fore you make me bomb now
Fuckin’ all these superstars like “who Meek Milly bomb now?”
Went from drivin' Bentleys, to goin’ half on pie pounds
You niggas need to die now
Philly nigga, my town
I heard your car got repo’d
But this is bike life, boy, you just got Deebo'd
Them Twitter niggas fuckin’ with your ego
You in the field, try and to turn to God like Tebow
Naw, that won't work, nigga
That’ll get you merked, nigga
All black Ghost, nigga
Lookin’ like a hearse, nigga
Been a dead man, so I’mma dig you out the earth, nigga
Just to stuff your skeleton right back in the dirt, nigga
What you made this year?
What you worth, nigga?
I dropped Dreams and Nightmares, I made ‘Church’, nigga
I did 'I’mma boss,' youngin’ set the summer off
Now these old niggas mad at me ‘cause they fallin' off
Get your hate on, Cass
And we ain’t talkin’ Larsiny ‘cause they all trash
And your goons ain’t ridin’ with you, they all mad
‘Cause you ain’t never put no food up in Ar-Abs
My dog caught a body for you
Damn, he ain’t eat from it
Now you mad at Swizz cause you can't get a beat from him
Plus my niggas comin’ at you, dog, we gon’ keep comin’
Weirdo Forest Gump nigga, better keep runnin’
DC, nigga - you PC nigga
While you was scared, I was eatin' Chi-Chi’s, nigga
Talkin’ to Tip ‘bout how we gon’ beast these niggas
All I know is “bang bang” like that Chief Keef nigga
Got a matte black Aston, gold rims on it
Bitch lookin’ like it got a pair of Timbs on it
Cashmere sweater, bunch of gems on it
All my guns come with extends on it
Duck or get hit up
Tuck, nigga, you lit up
‘Cause you lookin’ like food, my youngins ready to get up
Call you for a verse and tell you to write some shit up
Boom! High stick up!
Jumpin' all out the pick up
Whoa!

[Outro]
You know you fucked up right?
Aye, aye
The Hustla
You know you fucked up, right?
Man I ain’t doin’ this shit no more with you nutty-ass niggas
I came in the game, I ain't even signed a year, nigga
I got more money than all you hatin’-ass old niggas put together
Y'all niggas ain't do shit
Talkin’ all this Philly shit
Y’all niggas ain’t put no bars in the hood out here, nigga
All my niggas drive foreigns
My niggas, my niggas don’t even rap got better cars than you niggas
Coon copped that 'Rari, you don’t feel sorry for these bitch-ass rappers
You can't come to Philly no more
And not even because of this, you was never comin’ to Philly
You ain’t been here in eight years, you pussy-ass nigga

From DEDICATION 4: Lil Wayne – No Lie Remix [Lyrics included]

Lil Wayne – No Lie Remix Lyrics

[Intro]
Hey turn the music up
It sound like I’m loud as fuck and the music’s not
I don’t like that

[Verse 1]
I am sippin’ on that lean, don’t bring me no bottles hoe
I make it rain so hard, flowers grow, Hollygrove
Four baby mamas, no baby mama drama
Bad bitch at home sleepin, I go home and sleep behind her, uh
Shout out to my weed man, shout out to my lean man
I’m sittin’ on these muthafuckin’ millions like a beanbag
Fuck you, don’t judge me, drug me then love me
Eat me some pussy when I got the munchies
I’m trippin’, tell Pippen, to beam me up Scottie
Got pounds of that kush watch me go on a diet
That’s no lie, I’m so high, you pussy ass niggas Massengill
I got them yellow xanax, I slipped on a banana peel
Trukfit t-shirt, blunt dipped in syrup
Pass that weed around like some fuckin’ hors d’oeuvres
Man I’m shit faced and your bitch facin’
She high too, fuckin’ right
My number one F-A-N, you know what that mean, Fuck All Night, ugh
Yeah, I’ma let that breathe
Let that breathe

[Verse 2]
Uh, nigga I fucked that bitch that’s with ya
And she send me naked pictures
If I was you I wouldn’t kiss her, you know why?
You know why, yeah, uh, now all my bad bitches say word
You ain’t never jocked no nigga, you ain’t never sweat no nigga
Yeah, you don’t want none of these niggas
Bitch, I ain’t one of these niggas, ho
I be doin’ my own thing, red bone with a tongue-ring
We get home and she go straight for that head, gun range
Fuck your feelings I’m feelin’ me, you want real? That’s real as me
Mask on, trick-or-treat, my sign say “Dick for free”
All my homies ride or die, all my bitches ride or die
I look her pussy eye-to-eye then suck that muthafucka dry
Yes Lord
Yeah and she say “Yes Lord”
Yeah, Dedikation 4, hoe
Scoob in this bitch with me?
Let me know what you think of the Lil Wayne No Lie Remix Lyrics?

DJ Khaled ft. Nas, Scarface & DJ Premier – Hip Hop [Lyrics Included]

DJ Khaled ft. Nas, Scarface & DJ Premier – Hip Hop. Lyrics included below.

Off DJ Khaled’s Kiss The Ring album. Out August 21st. Premiered by Flex.

Read the full DJ Khaled “Hip Hop” Lyrics ft. Nas, Scarface & DJ Premier after the jump.

DJ Khaled – Hip Hop Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit’s special
This shit’s special
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can’t sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I’m doing drugs trying to feel you
I’m killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How’d you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..
Realise, some things never change
Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man
Fuck love, cause she don’t live here
I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college’s professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I’ll be the first one to say it
She ain’t the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop

[Verse 2: Nas]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World Star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dream
Notice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed
“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yours
You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore
I fuck Hip Hop

And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her

J.Cole – Chaining Day video, Lyrics included

J.Cole – Chaining Day. Lyrics included included.

“Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby, Compared to that nigga I ain’t even got a bib yet!”

J Cole attended an open mic and performed a new verse from a song called “Chaining Day”.

Read the full J.Cole “Chaining Day” Lyrics after the jump.

 J.Cole – Chaining Day Lyrics

Look at me, pathetic nigga
This chain that I bought, greed, pain and fame this a heinous result
Let these words be the colors I’m just paintin’ my heart
I’m knee deep in the game and it ain’t what I thought
Copped the Range Rover my girl got the Mercedes
Iced out crazy I wanna shine like Baby
Compared to that nigga I ain’t even got a bib yet
Truth be told I ain’t even bought a crib yet
This is everything they told a nigga not to do
Image is everything I see, it got a lot to do
With the way that people perceive, and what they believe
Money short so this jewelry is like a weave
? and hear niggas say I see you
Now bitches wanna fuck you and niggas wanna be you
And police wanna stop you, frisk you, wonder what he do
If a hater snatch a chain I bet it still won’t free you
Cause I’ll be right back grinding till I cop another
I sit and think ’bout all the shit I could’nt cop my mother
My partner say that’s just a game my nigga
Thats what I heard my jeweler say ? chain my nigga

This is chaining day
Chaining day, my chaining day
This is my chain today
My last piece, I swear
My guilt heavy as this piece I wear
They even iced out Jesus’ hair
My last piece, I swear
They even iced out Jesus’ hair
Iced on this white Jesus, seem a little unholy
Real strange thing about this iced out Rollie
It’s the same shit a broke black nigga get gassed at
The same shit a rich white mo’fucka laugh at
Well laugh on white man, I ain’t paid as you
But I bet your rims ain’t the same age as you
And I ain’t got no investment portfolio
But my black and white diamonds shinin’ like a Oreo
I know back home where niggas sit today
You rock a chain and they always got some shit to say
Even back when I was broke I knew his shit was fake
He’d prolly sneeze too hard and his shit could break
But hey, you know the sayin’, “Fake it ’til you make it”
Me, I did the opposite, made it then I faked it
And acted like I gave a fuck, money I was savin’ up
Then copped a crib thats gated till that hundred racks, I gave it up

Rick Ross ft Drake & Wale – Diced Pineapples Lyrics Included

Rick Ross ft Drake & Wale – Diced Pineapples. Lyrics included below.

New song off Rozay’s God Forgives I Don’t album. Out July 31st. Song is produced by Cardiak & T-Minus.

Play and download the song here >>>

Rick Ross – Diced Pineapples Lyrics

[Wale]
Diced pineapple
Tonight you will reach a height that the sky wont catch you
The highest form of my admiration, I ain’t no connoisseur but
I’m kinda sure you will admire my taste
And before the sun graze ya
I’m tryna see how deep you are and believe me shawty I ain’t talking about
no intimate conversation
I’m wanna see if I can make you reach things unattainable when I peek into your nature
And I promise you my goals will exceed any pyshical pleasure
I wanna give you whats better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
The more these mere moments seem like heavens or
Temporary forever’s
Shawty get it together
Diced Pineapple

May your love come down some of mine might have you
You design my imagination
And let me redefine foreplay so you need ?
Tell me shawty you got it baby
If it’s not it baby
Hope its progress baby
Let it all drip baby
Stop that shaking
No more talking baby
No more talking baby

[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, Pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, there my baby taste the best
I nearly lost my mind
Guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex’
Paid it off cash, so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib, I’m just stuntin’ on her ex
Pussy’s excellent and I know it sound a mess
I like to make her toes curl as I’m licking on her flesh
Sex all night, couple shots of ciroc
Crib on the water, got Lebron up the block
Money ain’t a thing baby, welcome to the mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her
You know form is ? when you on the team
Double-M G them other niggas fell off
Baby girl I just wanna see you well off

[Drake]
Call me crazy, shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don’t it girl
Know it’s easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right

[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how to make me smile
And she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, thug passion
Red Bottoms Montclair, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles gold plated
Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas
French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip
I’ma trip, go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
Baby listen, this position is a blessing
And with your permission hopefully you’ll learn a lesson
I’m so fly that I shouldn’t even walk
She so fine she ain’t even gotta talk
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she’s a star

[Drake]
Call me crazy shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don’t it girl
Yo it’s easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Aww yeah

[Wale]
Something about her probably cant live without her
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won’t ever rescue me the peak of your mountain
Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
And you eager to work perfect, I can’t employ you
Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
Hol’ up, showing off some Agent provocateur
Rushing you out your draws
Though patiently get you off
Hate when they get too anxious though
Hate when they be too ?
Like too get too deep
But I hate to get too deeply involved
How sweet is you
Let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk
I like to make it sing a tune
All we need it weed
We don’t need no room
Right now I’m trying
We don’t need a spoon

[Drake - Hook]

2 Chainz ft Kanye West – Birthday Song Lyrics Included

2 Chainz ft Kanye West – Birthday Song. Lyrics included below.

Last birthday, she got you a new sweater, Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “Do better”

Off 2 Chainz debut album Based On A T.R.U. Story. Produced by Sonny Digital and Kanye.

2 Chainz – Birthday Song mp3 and Lyrics

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Birthday, it’s your birthday
If I die bury me inside that Louie store

 [Hook: 2 Chainz]

They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty
Scrr Scrr, Wrists moving, cookin’ to it
I’m in the kitchen, yams everywhere
Just made a ? I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin’ if I hold my breath
Referee, with the whistle, hold his tech
Extendo, extendo roll
When your girl leave me she need a hair salon
Hair weave killer, goin’ on a trapathon
See I done have more bars than Pakistan
bomb, bomb, and a bomb
She ?, I’m borin’ you in will call
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store
True to my religion, true everything I’m too different
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you doing huh?
It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh?
She holding out, she ain’t givin’ to the needy huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V on
Ya’ll been together ten years, you deserve a menaj
‘Specially if you put that BMW in the garage
‘Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib
Weren’t you at niece’s graduation? Man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “Do better”
She said, “How ’bout I get you jewelry from the Weston?”
How ’bout she hit the West End and get her best friend?
I’m jokin’, I’m just serious, I asked her
Don’t be actin’ like no actress, if we preachin’ then we practice
Don’t be reachin’, don’t be touchin’ shit
We in Kanye West’s benz, cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your work place
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercy)
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(What I’m seein’ from the back I can’t front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get you good

[Hook]

[Outro: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
And this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today
(You in first place, you in first place)
(Bad bitches contest you in first place!)

BET Bans Rick Ross’ “Hold Me Back” Music Video

BET is holding back Rick Ross’ “Hold Me Back” music video. Director Taj tweeted about the ban late last night.

“So BET rejected Ross’ “Hold Me Back” video. It’s incredibly sad, because the video is incredibly special & real. You’re killing US BET. Smh,” he tweeted. “Everybody ask BET why it’s ok for them to play “Boyz N the Hood”, “Menace to Society”, and “South Central”, but not Ross’ video. RT RT RT What does BET stand for? You should have two answers for that question,” he continued.

The “Hold Me Back” music video was shot in New Orleans’ Calio Projects. BET was supposed to debut the video a few days ago. Reasons for their rejection are unknown. 

Watch behind the scenes footage of the “Hold Me Back” video shoot >>>

BET isn’t scared to pull the plug on music videos. If you remember, they also refused to play Nicki Minaj’s “Stupid Hoe” music video.



Rick Ross – Hold Me Back. Lyrics included below.

“Momma workin’ three jobs ’til I told her to quit, How we rose from the sewer, funny now I’m the shit”

[Intro]
I see how these niggas playin’
But I could adapt
These niggas won’t hold me back (x8)
These hoes won’t hold me back
These hoes won’t hold me back
These niggas won’t hold me back
These niggas won’t hold me back


[Verse 1]
I look in my fridge, my shit lookin’ scarce
I got a few kids, we need some shit on the shelf
I get a knock at the door, they say my rent overdue
And while my niggas sell dope and don’t know what else to do
The only thing on my mind, I’m tryin’ to keep on the lights
I call up my slime, I need a kilo tonight
Everything whipped well, I’m eatin’ steak, no more soup
Then I parked the Capri, I went and bought me a Coupe
Everything takes time, but this shit came fast
Niggas standin’ in line, they wanna hold me back
I multiplied my hustle, stimulated my mind
Motivated my niggas and we’ll never divide, no


[Hook]
These niggas won’t hold me back (x4)
These hoes won’t hold me back
These hoes wanna hold me back (x3)
Noooo


[Verse 2]
First I got me a Taurus, then I copped me a Lexus
I took over Florida, my connect out of Texas
Then I start sippin’ purple, got my shit screwed
When you feedin’ your circle, watch your shipments improve
Fabricate ’bout your fortune, all my fabric’s imported
Fornicate in my fortress, 40k still my mortgage
24k my toilet, all my taxes reported
All my exes deported, shout-out Texas, New Orleans
All these niggas influenced by a hustler’s endurance
I just me the purest, but I need some insurance
Niggas watch who you fuckin’ just to hate on your bitches
Niggas breakin’ the rules, niggas facin’ suspicion


[Hook]


[Verse 3]
Momma workin’ three jobs ’til I told her to quit
How we rose from the sewer, funny now I’m the shit
Niggas ain’t gettin’ money, but they got an opinion
Had this tech makin’ racket, serve you like you were tennis
Killers ride for that paycheck, AK okay, check
Bitch nigga let’s play chess, yo bitch next, no latex
These niggas won’t hold me back, told the feds they sold me set
Whip ‘em right and then come right back
Whip-whip-whip ‘em right and then come right back


[Hook] x2


[Verse 4]
Pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
They all pussy ass niggas, pussy ass niggas
Lookin’ down on these niggas, pussy ass niggas
Pushin’ my new Ferrari on these pussy ass niggas
Pussy hoe, pussy hoe
She a pussy hoe until she give me pussy hoe
Pussy hoe, pussy hoe
Pussy hoe, she a pussy hoe
[Hook] x2

Video: Lil Wayne ft Big Sean – My Homies Still

Lil Wayne drops the visuals to his newest single featuring Big Sean called “My Homies Still”. from his "I Am Not a Human Being II" LP.

Lil Wayne ft Big Sean – My Homies Still.mp3 and Lyrics included below.

Lil Wayne – My Homies Still Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck y’all with the sickest
Semi automatic, no click click
We don’t feel you, like an elephant
Getting, with a tick tick
Little little with a thick bitch
And before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, Slick Rick
Trukfit t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy your girl a jump off
I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research
And I prefer reefer
But if you want some, want some
Thats cool cause my homies still

[Hook]
Yeah my homies still
My homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah

Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah

[Big Sean]
Okay, my girls a ?
I like the ? so wet I can surf off
In the hot spot cause a nigga never chillin’
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I over grind, over shine
Aint another nigga over Sean
I’m gettin paid, it’s Oprah time
I’m rollin’ pine, I’m so divine
I’m westside, westside
Dark glasses on like I’m going blind
Looking like Easy E
It’s just me and Lil Weezy Wee
Get off my

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Look, I’m eastside them haters
? Muthafucka going deaf
Weezy F, eastside them haters not
Bump with so much bass
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
I don’t love them
Got so much, you gon need another nose man
And I just play my hand
But I am not the dealer
You see I got them tear drops
I cry a nigga river
I got that Trukfit t-shirt
Listening to Rebirth
I skate until my feet hurt
Hot boy, free Turk
? dessert
Put your hands beneath Earth
And I don’t sell drugs but if you need work
My homies still

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
Whoa, okay, this here’s what I do do
Got your sister dancing out the ? in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached, thats that voodoo
She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, true true yep
True true, my my bro bro say these bitches aint shit
I got the girl you came with and the girl she came wit’
She leaking and drippin’, whoa there I might just come slip in
And your misses gonna go missin’
If she addicted to what my dick did
Boy I get it

[Hook]

Meek Mill Argues With Pastor Over “Amen”

Meek Mill called into Philadelphia radio station Hot 107.9 and argued with Philly Pastor Jomo K. Johnson about the song “Amen”.

“Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win”

The Pastor was not happy with Meek’s blasphemy and Meek got very heated over the discussion. Meek Mill accused the Pastor of wanting attention over the whole issue and continued to explain all the charity work he has done.

“I done took 20/30 drug dealers off the street”

The Pastor also criticised Meek for promoting rape in a song. Possibly a reference to Meek’s verse on NORE’s Scared Money.

“If I ever go broke, I’mma take yo money, Have my nigga snatch yo bitch and rape yo honey!”

Meek Mill Ft Drake & Jeremih – Amen. Lyrics included below.

“Worrying ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up, Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up”

Meek Mill drops his collaboration with Drake and Jeremih off his Dreamchaser’s 2 Mixtape. Props Dj Drama.

Read the full Meek Mill “Amen” Lyrics after the jump.

 Meek Mill – Amen Lyrics

[Meek Mill]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin’ me BALL on these niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now it’s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner store
Hater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
I’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
All this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’
And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prison
I ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basics
Of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up
And good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait for
I’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”
That pussy good, that pussy good
I’m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin’ like I hit the lotto

[Chorus]

Wiz Khalifa ft 50 Cent – Telescope [NEW SONG]. Lyrics included

In Wiz Khalifa's verse, I found 1 of the PUNCHLINE so dope:

“I’m all about that money, Dress like everyday sunny, Rolling weed like a Marley, Smile like everything funny”

New single from Wiz featuring Fiddy. Produced by Harry Fraud.

Read the full Wiz Khalifa “Telescope” Lyrics after the jump.

Wiz Khalifa – Telescope Lyrics

[Intro - WIz Khalifa]
See that’s the good thing about my hair man
All I do is put water in that shit so I pull a joint out and it don’t be all greasy and oily
Turn up

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a dime a dozen
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides are custom
Smoking my ganja public
I’m all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I’m wearing
The truth is what you’re hearing
The bong is what I’m clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari’s what I’m steering
I’m smoking while I’m driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at me (look at me, look at me)
Look at them and look at me

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery kill or be killed psychology
I shine just me and my nine
Screw you niggas 8 o clock sharp like this Columbine
Guess I’m one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face
I hit your weight, that flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin’, this sabrina’s orphan
I’m like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors I’m victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shirt Ferrogamo, Emporio Armani drawers
Outlaw nigga break all kind of laws
It’s hard bottom line
Tie money, frozen time
AP Royal Oak
Kush smoke bag the coke
Push the dope, cut throat, so what
I cut throat and fuck with hoes
So I ain’t gotta say it’s time to go
She already know for sure when it’s time to go

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

NAS DID IT AGAIN, "BYE BABY" [NEW SONG]...listen it here lyrics included!

Nas – Bye Baby. Lyrics included below.

“I guess you knew we blew a good thing”

New track off Nas’ Life Is Good album. Out July 17th. Produced by Salaam Remi & 40. Premiered by Pitchfork. Nas speaks on his relationship with Kelis.

Read the full Nas “Bye Baby” Lyrics after the jump.

Nas – Bye Baby Lyrics

I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby

[Verse 1]

Bye baby, I guess you know why I walked away

When we walked to the altar that was an awesome day

Did counselling, couldn’t force me to stay

Something happens when you say I do, we go astray

Why do we mess it up, we was friends we had it all

Reason you don’t trust men, that was your daddy fault

He in the grave, let it go, he no longer living

Said you caught him cheating with mom and other women

Fuck that gotta do with us

Here’s the keys to the newest truck

Birkin bags, we burnin’ cash, now baby do it up

No matter who you fuck, that was before me

Wanted you as my shawty since I saw you screamin’

“Hate you so much right now”

Should’ve saw the man in angry black women

Ashes of a demon, I’m leaving

[Hook]

I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby (Bye baby)

You know I’m saying bye-bye (Bye-bye baby)

Cause I’m sayin’ bye-bye (Bye baby)

Cause I’m sayin’ bye-bye

I guess you knew and blew a good thing, baby

[Verse 2]

Bye baby, I guess you know why I had to leave

Seven months in your pregnancy, ’bout to have my seed

Let’s take it back some years, rewind it to the happy years

You and your Star Trak fam, I’m thinking you cats are weird

Same time, different year, I was diggin’ ya flow

Then I tatted you on my arm so niggas would know

I thought no one could stop us, matching gold watches

I was your Johnny Depp, you was my Janis Joplin

Yet, the cuter version, yet I knew you personally

Better than you knew yourself and I knew this for certain

Crib in the Dominican you got away from everybody

You screaming at the racist cops in Miami was probably

The highlight of my life, like “Hi yo look at my wife”

Gangsta, me and twenty cops ’bout to fight, crazy night

Bailed you out, next morning we got clean

Like it never happened and later we at that Heat game

Just another day in the life of two people in love

But it wasn’t enough, so baby guess what

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Listen, could you imagine writing your deposition?

Divorce Lawyer telling you how this thing gonna be ending?

With you paying out the ass, and I’m talking half

Not some but half. No serious, half

Half of your soul, half of your heart you leaving behind

It’s either that or die, I wanted peace of mind

And all I seen was selfish cowards, under they breath

Saying “why did Nas trust her?”, but look at yourself, speak louder bruh

You live with your babymoms and scared to make an honest woman out of her

And make her your bride, fake bitch you ain’t even alive

At least I can say I tried plus enjoyed the ride

Plus we got our little boy, my little joy and pride

He got my nose, my grill, your colour, your eyes

Next go round I hope I pick the truest type and watch me do it all again

It’s a beautiful life, aight

Goodbye