Discord-Radio-Bot/modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt

Now I was at a club on a late late Sunday
Peeping at the bitches 'till the next day Monday
Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good
And suddenly I saw this bitch  that lives in my neighborhood
She went to church every week so now I lucked up
She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up
Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignoring
And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda boring
Yo, but now I got to dawn, see
Now she's dancing on the floor with a skirt and no panties on
Shaking that ass like a salt shaker
I already got my plans -
Just while I'm a take her to a room
But yo I mean a rest room
And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom
So I grabbed her hand and she's wit(h) it
So when she turns sober, she'll never admit it
So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick
And see for myself if she sucks a good dick!
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
It's the world's biggest dick
Don't matter just don't bite it
"What do you want me to do with it?"
Don't matter just don't bite it
She swallowed it (yeah)
They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do
You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you
Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you
Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither
Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it
Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers
Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us
Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that
Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it
King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"
And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King4
What up?
Escobar season begins
Repent your sins
Nine-Six
Trackmasters
Check it
Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly
Pretty thug show no love its like when doves cry
Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land
Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin
Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul
Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron
At the airport the Mobb picked me up in a truck
Jewelry chunky like fuck never scared to get stuck
So whats the deal Papi?
Heard the feds could of knocked me
Had the cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
Negotiating, my name holds weight, we motivatin'
Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan
The Firm waitin', to get ajourned cause we facing
Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it
The white numbin ya toungue
I bought it from Dominicans
A suitcase of benjamins swung tight in his fingers
Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights, grab the white
Murder everything in site, and jet in the Bimmers
Now im home with the phone screaner
Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner
Checkin my mail reading my supoena
To the witness standing, I got remanded
Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it
Gotta fight my case from the inside
Niggas telling, I felt it coming when my pockets started swelling
But thats the game for ya
Hid a stash to ya lawyers
Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya'
Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut
Million dollar bail what?
Z put up the house and I was out
Word the Fuck Up
Time to get the shit on son
Tryna trap a nigga
Incarcerate me yo'
Check it tho, yo, yo
Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die
(cross my heart hope to die)
Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die
Praise the Lord, ive been scarred with hot water
Days are shorter, next court dates around the corner
Money ain't the same, shit is outta order
Since the days of Rich Porter
Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid
Now I run up in cribs, body shit, but no women no kids
In the Bridge where the murderers live
I used to make a quarter million monthly
I was ill until they sunk me
Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots
Bought a passport off a junkie
The Firm helped me flee out the country
Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land
Chilling with my man Jungle
The commissioner Stout
Killa B, what it is nigga firm biz4
Verse 1:
You only get 1 shot to make a first impression. There ain't no such thing as second chances in this game. It only takes 1 man to knock you out the box. It only takes 1 woman to drive you insane. It only took 1 sniff now look Im addicted. It took 1 bad decision. Now my whole life is shifted. It only took 1 shot to kill my best friend. It only took 1 Glock for me to get revenge. It only takes 1 pill just to ease the pain. It only takes 1 bullet to end everything. Right here and right now. ‘cause of sick of all of it. The 1 times. The jakes and the fakes. Sick of all of them. To many haters hating 1 man. Wish that I could burry all of them. Under 1 grave. Without even 1 chance of being found. Yo it takes 1 strike. 2 strikes. 3. And you’re out of here. Getting 25 to life. Without a chance to get out of there. 12 jurors. 1 judge. 1 cell. No love. 1 
You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha
You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. Better get it right.A ha...A ha
It only takes 1 beat for me to fxxx it up. It only takes 1 verse for you to give it up. It only takes 1 mic for me to reck shit. It only takes 1 time for you to know the time. It only takes 1 listen for you to feel the man. It only takes 1 DJ to make a band. It only takes 1 convo to understand. It only takes 1 snitch to go and take the stand. It only takes 1 blunt to make the pain go. It only takes 1 lie to know she gotta go. It only took 1 look to know that she’s a hoe. It only took 1 no from you for her to go. She asked you to marry her. And you passed it up. You had your opportunity
You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha
You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. A ha...A ha
Hit-Boy
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good groove, pour me up (Ice)
The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life)
Ackee, rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm)
Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish)
Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard
Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers
Premier movies with my man De Niro
And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures
Black-grown, black-owned
Black women is the backbone (Love)
Latin food in the back room
Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon
Followin' the cash rules
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino)
Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino)
All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?)
What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?
What they say about us? (What they say about us?)
Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs9
Yeah, hahaha
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
Nas
Yo, explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
Was a long time ago, John Boy Ice
Geronimo po-lice jumpin' out Chryslers, e-z wider paper
Pops puffin' his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla
Outside was psychos, killers
Saw Divine, Goon, and Chongo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin' front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
I knew all that I'd seen had meant somethin'
Learned early to fear none, little Nas was huntin'
Livin' carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily
Y'all actin' like some old folks, y'all don't hear me
Yo, I'm in my second childhood
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
Make everything right, get yours, nigga
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
Make everything right, get yours
Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his mom's crib
Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew
They break his mom's furniture, watchin' Comicview
Got babies by different ladies, high, smokin' L's
In the same spot he stood since '85, well
When his stash slow, he be crazy
Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
Sittin' on different benches like it's musical chairs
All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
With young dudes, it's them he wanna be like
It's sad but it's fun to him, right? He never grew up
31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
Make everything right, get yours, nigga
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
Make everything right, get yours
Baby girl, she's always talkin', name droppin', hangin' late
Drinkin', smokin', hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin'
E poppin', ecstasy takin', won't finish her education
Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations
Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi, Chanel
With nothin' in her bank account frontin' she do well
Her kid suffers, he don't get that love he deserve
He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
No job, never stay workin', mad purty
Shorty, they call her the brain surgeon
Time flyin', she the same person
Never matures, all her friends married, doin' well
She's in the streets yakkety yakkin' like she was twelve
Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
Selfish in her own right for life
Guess she's in her second childhood
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
Make everything right, get yours, nigga
When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas
Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
Make everything right, get yours
Who else could it be?
N-A-S, Nas18
Mmm (Hit-Boy)
OG talk, project halls
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (For real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide, I'd rather show them the ropes
Integrity matters the most, I gave the hood hope
Damn, I gave the hood classics
Something to open your mind, instead of going out crashin'
How was you real when you hate the real?
My nigga, I'm simply askin'
Can't just talk about the plan, you gotta put it in action
Ain't no pity party for yourself
You gotta get up, rise for your wealth
Can't spend all that time in your feelings
Tryna sympathize with yourself (For real, for real)
Don't nobody owe you, ain't nobody holding you back (Woo)
You stuck in illusions, attached to something that ain’t even that
South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
Unless you are after somethin' most men just can’t see
Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak (For real, for real)
We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
OG talk
A lot of things go down like incarceration
You know, crime, drugs, violence
Outta alla' this you gotta look for the positive
OG talk!
OG Talk (OG talk) project halls (Project halls)
40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all, for real, for real)
I can send niggas a slide (Slide) I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
Integrity matters the most (Most) I gave the hood hope (Hope)
Damn, niggas really got it jumpin'
They finally gave Nas a Grammy, just front me the gold
That wasn’t the goal
First clip was a warning shot, nigga, we spinnin' back up the road
Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls
Empty this bitch and reload (For real, for real)
Fake thug, no love
You get the slug, CB4 Gusto
Your luck low
I didn't know til I was drunk though
You freak cats get played out
Get robbed and laid out
Prostitute turned snitch
I got the gauge out
96 ways I made out, Montana way
The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
Dipped attache, jumped out the Range
Empty out the ashtray
A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
Red dot plots, thirty-two shots
Ya'll niggas don't want none of this
Say a prayer for "Do we have to?"
You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
In love with a slave master
Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper
Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper
Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter
Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what
Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter
Deacon for defense, progress-producer
Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster
Gotta do what we gotta do
We ain't got no governors coming through to help
Anything we need done, gotta do for self
New, improved JFK on the way
It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again
We ain't falling for the same traps
Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at
McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that
People need honesty
("Although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black president")
("Although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black president")
Yes we can, change the world
{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say
("Although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black president")
("Although it seems heaven-sent
We ain't ready, to have a black president")
Yes we can, change the world
The world, the world, the WORLD...
It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce
The next President of the United States - Barack Obama
{*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}10
I know you can feel the magic, baby
Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?)
I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha)
Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh
Turn the music up in the headphones
Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right)
Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!)
Make niggas mad and shit like
Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in!
Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka
Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere
I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then"
Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?)
Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end?
Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things
Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang
Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring
Should blame, the game, and I could
It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing
So the pressure for success can put a good strain
On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane
Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
When you put in the game at age sixteen
Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing
Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
The root of evil strikes again, this could sting
Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely
I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah)
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh)
Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh)
Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh)
Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs
I'm standing on the roof of my building
I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire
Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
Could it be the forces of darkness
Against hood angels of good, that form street politics?
Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh)
To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word
I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in
Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then"
I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"16
Uhh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
And you believe when they be telling you lie, all on the media?
They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?
Why you listen when the teachers at school
Know you a young single parent out struggling, they think you a fool
Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes
Killing shorty future, I wonder how do we last it?
Underground in they casket, ancestors turning
I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus
Words like God is Greek or Latin
So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
Not enough banks, to give my brother a loan
What do we own? The skin on our backs, we rent and we ask
For reparations, then they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fucked behind bars
We've already gone insane
We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
Stab our own backs and dream too much
Without fulfilling reality; too greedy and
Can't have one or two chains, we need three of them
Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em
On our own people and, fuck black leaders
'Cause whites ain't got none leading them, the rhythm is cosmic
Nas is divinity, the deity's prophet
Let's all get down and get up
Victims walking 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck
Fainting, shouting, catching Holy Ghost in church
Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doing it first
We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated
Just to make another generation - black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
You scared to be yourself, 'cause you in a trance
Feel free, hear the music and dance
If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you
Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews
Or from Israel, Bismillah al rahman al rahim
Islam's a beautiful thing
And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring
Peace against the darkness, which is ungodly
So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow
{*roaring*} .. That's the sound of the beast
I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid
Control your own destiny, you are a genius
Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)