Snoop Dogg – Mount Kushmore (Neva Left Album)

[Verse 1: Redman]
Aye lil nigga, gon hit that door
Mt. Kushmore in the building
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
Ain’t nobody fucking with my dogs…

From the days of Cheech & Chong, to Willie Nelson
Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order?
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
They all fire ladies never tire
I’mma get it like this nigga
Sipping on some Hen 2.0, for your cotton mouth
When we roll up in the spot it’s very simple
Don’t hit the bathroom for like 40/45 minutes
See, I’m like a quick game of tic-tac-toe
A lot of y’all fucking with me, saying I’m on your bucket list
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
Uh, yeah, uh-uh
I’m shitting on ’em, I smell like a winner
Two on the lighter with tightest bitches, dancing getting higher

This pimping ain’t for free, here’s a coupon
And now I’m outta rehab they ask me where the weed at
It’s the four horsemen call reinforcements
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it
When I say it, I mean it as a matter of fact
I’ll be that, Killa Beez mind your beeswax
[Verse 2: B-Real]
My G, pack the streets of New York, I give em G-Rap
[Intro: Snoop Dogg, Redman]
[Break: Method Man]
I leave that hammer of side of me
Take three in a row
But I ain’t the one to be fucking with
[Hook: Redman]
[Outro: Redman]
La la la la la we don’t give a fuck
Got to wear house [?] with the [?] she’s a heater
Ain’t nobody fucking with my dogs
G-yeah! Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know!
Be real, what you read about Meth Man, believe that
Go get a weed app (homie), I got that weed that have your P.O getting P.O, ask me where to pee at
Well I outta, slip mo dick in your daughter, for starters
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
That’s what you do
I’m cool, on the road to riches to get my G back
I’m back with my niggas Earth wind, no snow
So let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant
I got my eyes on seven figures
Past 10 o’clock when ya still don’t know where your seat at
Ain’t nobody fucking with my dogs
I ain’t here to bring the East back (nah), I’m here to relapse
Ain’t nobody fucking with my dogs

Big Snoop, Method Man, Redman, B-Real
You got bud, I holler
We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to
Really fucking grimey and the po-po’s right behind me
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke

[Hook: Redman]
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke
Ask Big Snoop, it don’t take a Crip to see that
And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore
I leave that hammer of side of me

My backwoods packs I turn to a futon
I never cruise, I work to be the top gun
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
Ain’t nobody fucking with my dogs
Got her soul inspired now we flossing out
[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]

And I’m a dog off the collar, the marijuana globetrotters
I’m nice, I gots no chill, go get a ski hat
We ain’t looking for endorsements, we absorb your portions
In fact, put ya twitter on ice, chill with the feedback
When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

This beat is banging like a Cali block in the 90s
I’m in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
Ayy y’all niggas ain’t fucking with us, nigga
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke
Redman and we up in this bitch, huh
We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again)
Yo I got the green, Don Juan
And I’mma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller’s
La la la la la
[Verse 3: Method Man]
16’s popping, smoke blowing out the window
Ayo this one nigga that roll up that smoke

Snoop Dogg – Vapors (DJ Battlecat Remix) (Neva Left Album)

He caught the vapors
But they looked right past him so my homie straight dipped
I remember when we first started to rock
To get his beeper number she be begging please
Around my neighborhood the people treated him bad
He caught the vapors

And a blue and grey cap that said the Eastside
He caught the vapors
[Verse 3]
They caught the vapors
I saw a crew on 2-1 street and said, "Can I be down champ?"
They said he would grow up to be nothing but a gangster

They acted like I wanted to keep on hanging with the juzi
They caught the vapors
After getting rejected, I ain’t run off the set
It happens all the time, so brother don’t be amazed
Damn it feels good to see people up on it
They caught the vapors
He bring the heat with the beat for the Dogg Pound gang
But now he’s grown up to their surprise
He used to try to holler at this girl named Pam
(Here comes the vapors)

She caught the vapors
Said "Sorry Warren G but there’s no help wanted"

Or either in jail, or someone would shank him
Is tell you how it’s spreading throughout my crew
Warren G is having papers so my homie’s like straight
They said Daz was the worst thing his mom ever had
"Never Leave Me Alone", "Ain’t No Fun", now check it
She haad a big [?] with a weave in her hair
He caught the vapors
When they tried to kick it, she’d always fess
He caught the vapors
Known to y’all as DJ Warren G
[Hook]
I had to work for mine to show I was a true hog
Don’t disrespect me. Keep to myself, you keep your yourself. I don’t disrespect you niggas. I don’t disrespect you niggas, I don’t bother you niggas. I’m getting my money the way I do, I’m in my own comfort zone. I get my money the way I do. Please, just leave me alone. Don’t disrespect me. Do not disrespect. Leave me alone. Don’t disrespect me. Leave me alone. Leave me alone. Leave me alone
[Verse 4]
He was in it to win it, but the boss fronted
Dying for the day to eat these
Cause I remember when at first they wasn’t
Be coming round the Pound every single weekend
But now he sport boots that match with his suits
Now for the year after Regulate
Means nobody wants to be down when you’re down and out
She caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
[Verse 1]
She caught the vapors
When my auntie would tell him he would never obey
And now she stopped fronting and wants to speak and
Bumping Dogg Food, Doggfather, and Doggystyle
We used to see Daz back in the day"
She caught the vapors
[Hook]
Everybody wants to be your buddy and honey
[Hook]
The type of female with fly Gucci gear
Now the same people that didn’t like him as a child

Offering him a job, but nah he don’t want it
She caught the vapors
"Yo dog do you remember me from 21st Street, G?
Well you all know Nate Dogg, who sings on my records
And since I got time, what I’m gonna do
[Skit]
I remember when he used to scrap every day
Would have to beg to get on the mic to set MCs straight
Push a Lexus Coupe that’s extra cute
I got another homie from tha L-B-C
But now things switched from West to East
The homie Nate Dogg didn’t appeal to her
He caught the vapors
He caught the vapors
I got a little cousin that’s kinda plain
Now the meaning of this word without no doubt
You caught the vapors
I ain’t never love no hoes I was just into my music
The vapors
Now my homie Warren still tried
On and on and on til the like break of dawn
Now when you established and got a lot of money
They caught the vapors
He cut, scratch, transforms with finesse
They said no, and treated me like a wet food stamp
I sat and wrote some Dogg doo-doo rhymes at my rest
Talking about, "Baby please, you out here serving stress"
Like tall buildings they call skyscrapers
When I was a teenager I tried to be down
Since he wasn’t no type of big chronic dealer
For this is the season for catching the vapors
And the boss be like "Warren, welcome to my store"
[Verse 2]
{scratching} and all that mess
D-A-Z got a hit record slanging worldwide
When I used to go to parties, they’d make me wait

He tried to get this job at Calvin’s Record Shop
Back in the days before Nate Dogg began
Radio, TV, and even the press
But back in the days he wasn’t nothing like that
She caught the vapors
He walked into the same record shop as before
A mellow type of fellow that’s laid back
Now guess what they caught since he busting

They want the meaning of V-A-P-O-R-S
[Hook]
He wore his khakis hanging down with his starks untied
Last subject of the story is about Snoop Dogg
Can you feel it, nothing can save ya
To work at tha V-I-P would be the lick
They caught the vapors
They caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
They caught the vapors
They caught the vapors
He caught the vapors
She caught the vapors
But since they wasn’t trying to hear me I made the Dogg Pound

Snoop Dogg – I’m Still Here (Neva Left Album)

[?] on these suckers tryna avoid the clash
Or how to maintain, sustain and gangbang
That nigga shit banging! You’re up on that new Snoop Dogg?
But that’s where you’re wrong homie, big Snoop never left! Right, right, you’re right little nigga.
Lada-di–di-da-da!
Just turn me on, turn me out and let me play

But if I must I must, let me raise my glass
[?] work at, and nice is the G’s we [?]
Lada-di-di-da-da!
And when you’re luck is so bad and no one really wants to hear you
Sample: I am still here
I be Dogg on it, I really want it
There is just no way you could call it a comeback
Blaze it, one!
[?]

[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
There is just no way you can call that a comeback
Tryna move on off and put you on up – some fresh game
Didn’t think I would last, I’m a [?]
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
[Intro: little boy & Kendrick Lamar & Snoop Dogg]
I put a lot on it It sound easy, don’t it?
I ain’t fucking with none of these new niggas but that nigga Snoop Dogg – that nigga back!
[?]

Ey yo K Dot!
When your times is being rough and no one want to be near you
Sugar (hahaha)
I’m still here!
Yeah, chada-di-da-da
Just turn me on, turn me out and let me play
You never change, you stay the same
Check it!
While I’m flippin’ my craft, hold a gift [?]
Yahma (hahaha)
Battle [?]

We only here to give you what you want
And when you’re luck is so bad and no one really wants to hear you
Lada-di-di-da-da!
Cre-i-zippin’ my [?] see, hop on the grass
[Outro: Snoop Dogg]

You know that I’ll be there, I’ll be right there
We done that, we run that, from the top back little to the front
Yeahma, Snoop Lion
Snoop Dogg, hehe!
[Hook: Snoop Dogg]
You know that I’ll be there, I’ll be right there
Been there done that
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
When your times is being rough and no one want to be near you

Snoop Dogg – Love Around The World (Neva Left Album)

I walk around the town and I explore
Wanna get a flair, no faking
Let’s take it cause I love this shit
This why they show me mad love around the world
[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

[Outro: Snoop Dogg]
This why they show me mad love around the world
Yeah all around the world
Another classic
I’m tatted and matted, added, that’s 4 to the 4
Shout out to the whole globe
Wow, I’m and out of TI, all about it
[Hook: Big Bub]
Snoop Dogg is the shit, get your ass on the floor
Love y’all, nasty piece
Smoked up cause my weed is the shit
And there’s no cure for sure but I adore
[Hook: Big Bub]
Don’t even wait, just clean the food off your plate
Say your grace, for the life that you make
Go head, go head, go head
Say that, say that, say that
On the rocks, Ciroc, glass and I pour

Real love
Now he butted and skutting, cutting the knife in the steak
This why they show me mad love around the world
Kick open the door, not knowing the score
This why they show me mad love around the world
Oh yeah they do
This why they show me mad love around the world
This why they show me mad love around the world
Big Bub, Snoop Dogg
I’m greeted by 100 fans at my front door
This why they show me mad love around the world
From the streets to the suites
This why they show me mad love around the world
I’m represented by Fetti, I’m so hardcore
Cause I handle my BI, CI, I see you
Feet to the floor, up on a cord
This why they show me mad love around the world
This why they show me mad love around the world
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
Encore is what they want, much more
Love, love
All around the world
I’m smooth like suede with a touch of valore
This why they show me mad love around the world
Everywhere I been

Everywhere I go
[Hook: Big Bub]
Put the S in your chest when worst comes to worst
Now we say, well is he good or he great?
That’s real love right there man

This why they show me mad love around the world
Take down and break down the verse
Now when I’m on tour, my spirit’s unpure
You can choose best and 2 step to this

David Banner – My Uzi (feat. Big K.R.I.T.) (The God Box Album)

I’m on the run and I can’t sleep
My uzi weigh a ton
I just need mighty God
Lord of The Rings
(You LIED)
My family fed and my mind right
Ain’t got no body guard
All this shit is pretty Freddie Gray
(my Uzi)
I bare the load oh
Pick him up off the floor pig, it’s you or its me
(My Uzi weigh a ton)

I just need mighty God
I’ve been on one since they killed Mike
My uzi
Or that KKK shit make it where your Klan can’t come down here
Folk, I put my faith in God because that’s all I know
My uzi weigh a ton
My breath is something that you cannot take
My uzi weigh a ton
My Uzie weigh a ton I bought a
My grand mama, that old code
All I need is an Uzi and a clip to load
I swear on Mama Lena soul
[Verse 1]
Lash Laws, pile of tricks
And my shoulder hold a AK that holds enough shots
(my Uzi)
Heavy as all the shit that they done done UH!
I’m on the run and I can’t sleep
My uzi weigh a ton
Police out here acting crazy
Ain’t got no body guard
(I got a hundred round drum)
Ain’t got no body guard
Black commerce, they chewed it up
And an attitude adjuster just in case a motherfucker wanna take my limelight
[Verse 3: David Banner]
My uzi
My Uzi weigh a ton Uh!
I bought a
[Verse 2: Big KRIT]

I bought a
(Inhaling it, Inhaling it)
And the jury hollering not guilty
And the jury hollering not guilty
I can’t break, I ain’t fake
(where the Klan can’t come down here)
Ain’t got no body guard
My Uzie weigh a ton I bought a
This barefoot, that bare soul
Shooting up black folks left and right
(my Uzi)
These kids are dying, Jordan knows
My Uzi, My Uzi
I just need mighty God
(my Uzi)
I bought a
And I’m going to tote this shit until I’m done (my Uzi)
So I guess I have to bare it alone
Dolo, Frodo from uh
My uzi weigh a ton
Trust me, pimp, we don’t never play
(my Uzi)
Pray to God I stay protected
To let enough cops know that I ain’t going out without a fight
And this Uzi
Chewed it up, spit it out
I don’t need platinum, I don’t need gold
This one mic this Jordan flow

That Mississippi, that dirt road
BOOM BOOM BOOM
This city will be burned down by the night
I just need mighty God

My desert eagle, my people protector, you step in my sector you’ve got to go
My uzi (I’m smelling it)
This is for the black skin so what’s happening?
Ain’t got no body guard
My uzi
I got a hundred round drum, if you’re talking about rope around here
This is everyday, I’m quite cheap
Politics is a pile of shit
(my Uzi weigh a ton)
My food poison, i can’t eat
Swings and see-saws – rusty in the Sipp
My precious won’t leave me
Homie fuck what you see on TV
[Hook]
I bought a
(my Uzi)
Put some red holes in them white sheets
Respect mine with this tec-9
No nice cars, just nice beats
My uzi
Yeah I be Raven about Baltimore, talking about taking shit out of the store
My Uzi
My Uzi (you lied)
I bought a
People out here die every night
I just need mighty God
I bought a
Folk, I put my faith in God because that’s all I know
Gave my old lady a little 380 but it jams easy, let me check mine
Mama worried about me all the time because I’m grinding
Lord, ain’t nothing been promised lately
Solo, by myself
Ain’t got no body guard
Trying to make a move because the government don’t give a fuck about poor folk
My uzi weigh a ton
I just need mighty God
My breath is something that you cannot take
(my Uzi weigh a ton)
(My Uzi weigh a ton)
High alert, I see jackers on the creep in my reflection
Trying not to wear Jordan’s Clothes
Portland, they blew it up
My little revolver, my problem solver
My uzi
Partner, fuck that
You’re going to see, they say this shit is about black and white
That’s the kind of shit I’m trying to spit about
My food poison, i can’t eat

I’ve been on one since they killed Mike
And I’m going to tote this shit until I’m done (my Uzi)
I can’t break, I ain’t fake
My uzi weigh a ton
Heavy as all the shit that they done done UH!
I bought a
And I might preach with this Glock 40
I am getting real close, now I’m smelling it, I’m inhaling it
Out here paying dues trying keep the food on my table
Nike too, Vanport
[Hook: UGK samples]
And this Uzi

David Banner – Who Want It (feat. Black Thought & Watchtheduck) (The God Box Album)

Smoking Lamar Odom
See, religion is a leash, it’s all slavery to me
Y’all fall for anything, that’s the shit I cannot stand
After it’s all over I capture the far nova
We on that CMB, basically all we got fam

But they ultra envious, crazy disingenuous like
Anybody get it
FOX, CNN, and white crooked police
Kids dying in the streets, crack sold over beats
Everything that they can fuck with it
Rest assured that my pen is more mighty than a sword
Otis used to sing how we should try a little tenderness
Pffff … then they tell us that it’s drugs
Eyes in your cellphone, eyes in your dollar bill
You bring the bar lower, we pack ’em and bar code ’em
I’m convinced that they they lie
I’m a glitch in the matrix, but you choose your own pill
Kneel to the almighty
215
I was sent into to the future with a message from the Moors
Demons on the internet, they got eyes in your home
Guns with your finger and a trigger don’t mean much
Ain’t not ‘ceptions, anybody anybody get it
Who want it?
Who want it?
Little bitches in the sea and alla y’all will get wet
Yeah, I love the craft, but tonight, bitch, I beat guts
Fuck a plug unless he has a key to get free
Aquaman with a contraband and all y’all [?]
It’s the reign of the Tech, y’all fuckers get the Beatnuts
Let Sankofa supply me with the Gamma
Everything that they can fuck with it
Who want it?
Niggas to gods, gods to niggas, niggas I’m grown
I got the wordplay of Wallace, work ethic of Shakur
Anybody get it
Who ever said we not at the top of the totem
See I tried king’s peace

I smash the vocal booth and turn back to David Banner, nigga
[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
Everything that they can fuck with it
Then they sweep that shit under the rug
My man swam here from Mississippi, god damn
Ain’t not ‘ceptions, anybody anybody get it
Anybody get it
Y’all know my lineage is [godliness] and cleanliness
Nigga, who want it?
Ain’t not ‘ceptions, anybody anybody get it
Y’all can all eat a dick
It’s my second time asking what happened to Chris Lighty
[Verse 2: David Banner]
Ain’t not ‘ceptions, anybody anybody get it
See they raped my grand-mammy
I went to war, my weapon just a blessing from the lord
Then they call it God’s will
Who need a enemy if that’s what type of friend you is
Or suicide
Everything that they can fuck with it
Or Prince
[Chorus: Watch The Duck]
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Who want it?
Back to the Mars Rover then
I pull off capers and Don Draper a skyscraper
I got plans, I’m taking my revenge like Roxanne
And a boat strong enough to drag a ship across the sea
Encore, if I clap your scalp then your feet touch
Anybody get it
Defy nature, leave ’em stuffed like fly paper
See I shitted on the game, but I now I take a Master P

David Banner – Amy (feat. Trinidad James) (The God Box Album)

From Pyramids to dope serve
[Chorus]
[Intro]

(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)
[Chorus]
Your ass like a nigga (Slave)
I guessed they had to have rights and they shot us why we call ourselves G
FLA they killed Tray, Micheal done shot Jay in his face
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)
[Verse 1]
Michelangelo lied, hit the 743
Crackers called you nigga, we down on one knee
Thought you was my home boy man
Uh, ya, ya, ya, ya
[Outro]
And most folks , they said nothing, If a rapper breath, Everybody busting
You GOD to, made nigga
A, MY NIGGA! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)

But G’s look like you, G’s look like me (yes sir!)
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
68 cent half nigga, NFL they laugh nigga

(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
Olie north, up in the whole hood
They made niggas, we sprayed niggas
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
They got smart, gave us AIDS nigga

A, MY NIGGA! (you supposed to be a GOD)
Snow white but it ain’t soap
A, MY NIGGA! (you supposed to be a GOD)
A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)
You God son, they satan
Made to hate your dark skin
And gave us liquor, gave us coke
You, Are supposed to be a GOD, (GOD)
Say it how you want it, it’s the same word
Fuck Gucci, Fuck Louie
Our kids dying, there blood rushing, cops laughing, we ducking
So whos to blame for this shady word
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
[Chorus]
A, MY NIGGA! (you supposed to be a GOD)
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
A, MY NIGGA! (you supposed to be a GOD)

A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
We dying, I’m trying to help our folks, man, I ain’t lying
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)
Till they come to my hood
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!

No matter what wings, it the same bird
[Chorus]

OD now we, in paris like my nigga
But blame niggas, for selling dope
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
They killed kings, you a brave nigga
Man I’m tired
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
Thats why they treat, thats why they beat
A, MY NIGGA! (why you call yourself that)
Then went to church hollering AMEN!
Fuck Tom Ford, Fuck Versace
Yeah I said it I’m good
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
Paltrow, they let go, and everybody gave her a pass nigga
(why you call yourself that) A, MY NIGGA!
(Look i don’t want to be your nigga no more)
[Verse]
(you supposed to be a GOD) A, MY NIGGA!
They killed natives, raped men

Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, cock the hammer
[Verse]
A, MY NIGGA! (you supposed to be a GOD)

David Banner – Marry Me (feat. Rudy Currence) (The God Box Album)

I know you see the threshold

If I could that’s what you mean to me
Prove them wrong, baby marry me, marry me!
I’ll still the plane, fly over hills and plains;
But here I am on my bended knees
I will wrap my soul around this ring girl
Marry me
After we tie the knot we can cut the cake
Baby you can take my name and I can take the place
All over the world, if you wanna get married, you can marry me
I’m groomed to be the groom and the best man girl!
I swear it’s safe for eternity
They say I am an Urban Myth
We can jump the broom, take a leap of faith
I’m a king, you’re a queen I’ll leave you no!
Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
Give me your hand and your heart girl
They say black men don’t exist
Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
They say I am an Urban Myth
Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
[Hook: Rudy Currence]
They say black men don’t exist
They say I am an Urban Myth

Got you covered in the best gold
[Verse 2: David Banner]
Tell your pops, say it’s okay to give me your hand and gone give you away, girl!
Marry me
They say black men don’t exist
And they say I’m nothing but a stat on a sheet
So a seed can grow, believe me you know
So I’m asking every woman and girl
Baby I can feel your pain
Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
They say I am an Urban Myth
Reach in the clouds; even steal the rain

I ain’t tripping on the next man, girl
I know you been stressing
I know you’ve been hurt, so let me be the one who puts you first
But here I am on my bended knees
All over the world, if you wanna get married, you can marry me

[Hook: Rudy Currence]
You want a ring on your left hand
And they say I’m nothing but a stat on a sheet
Let me heal your pain
If you want to get married, you can marry me
They say black men don’t exist
After, leave with me you’ll never feel the same
[Verse 1: David Banner]
[Outro: Rudy Currence]
If you want to get married, you can marry me
I can lift the veil I can kiss your face
I know you’ve been hurt, so let me be the one who puts you first
So I’m asking every woman and girl
Prove them wrong won’t you marry me, marry me!
Come get carried, let’s get married

David Banner – Black Fist (feat. Tito Lo) (The God Box Album)

Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Don’t get, don’t get, don’t get!
[Hook]
Because they got Chains on their brains and that is not a diss
They are burning our churches, K.R.I.T. pass me the UZI
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist

I’m still out here stomping, for Janaya Thompson, from the Coast to Compton its LO…
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Jimmie Lee Jackson and then Medgar Evers
I hope I get into Heaven, I hope we forgiven
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Shout out to TIT!!!
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
You can hope I win (hoe) or hope I lose
Keep your white jesus, don’t pray to your crosses
And gotta play where they lynch us, done came to my senses

I’m in the booth bruh, gimme, gimme five minutes
Put some royal seeds in her fallopian
I hope Jesus far as I know look like "Ned the Wino" when I see Florida Evans
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
These crackers got drones. They are flying their saucers
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Them 7’s outweighing them 6’s
I bet them crackas never came through my fences
No Martin, No Luther, No King, No Marching No choirs don’t sing
I’m staying religious, cause we stay in the trenches
I’m sick of spitting written sentences listeners don’t get
Bitch long as we made it trill to HOPE again!
Ya burn up ya cross, and I’ll burn up ya corpse
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
For Huey, for Hampton, for Bobby we GODLY

Hang ‘em and dangle ‘em in the street looking up at his feet
They are enemies!
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
Then I turn and bang and do the same to the witness
[Intro]
Blood on the leaves, blood on the streets, blood on our feet
I know how to work it; I know how to Squirt it
So you never forget this we did this for Martin and Malcolm, even Mandela

For Jordan Davis we gon’ play this, for Sandra Bland we gon’ stand
[Hook]
I’m sick of walking, I’m sick of dogs getting sicced on us, I’m sick of barking
I ain’t African I’m Ethiopian
Pump your black fist, pump your black fist
For Clyde Kennard, hard labor slaving in the yard
[Verse 2: Tito Lopez]
[Hook]
The same christian lovers that raped our GrandMothers and hung our GrandFathers from trees
[Verse 1: David Banner]

David Banner – Evil Knievil (Bonus Track) (The God Box Album)

What love? Where are you? Love?
How do you say that don’t affect us?
Sickness is created for our numbers to be cut
Drop an F-bomb in cursive, and put that whore in the mail
And something to eat
P.O’s they are about to shut down
Lifetime of pain you can’t wash away these stains
No, I meant Dick Grayson Boy Wonder?
Yah, and since we talking about throats
I was on my way to Heaven then I stopped and turned around
And men swinging from them, that look like me!?
Clinton pushed something down a young gal’s throat
The IRS is coming so I’m back on these beats!
White folks, what do you know about ropes?
I was on my way to Heaven but I stopped and turned around for my people!
The Kush, the black push
Yah, what you know about trees
This is a war against evil… Knievil
It was gonna stop the fight
It’s fear of the black semen
If we are blind, that’s fine
Tuskegee, how you let them infect us?
But he did send the country to hell
I’m essential like the Moors were to the Masons
I try to never leave you!
Folks still scraping
And a lot of black folks to jail
Trying to find them some socks and drawers
The government yeah, it did shut down!
Aborigines I love you, take back the bush
Putting sage on this page to eradicate these demons
Or lighten those dark stones you placed on my path
Mentally institutionalized by a nation plotting our demise Where is the love?
I’ll mime then I’ll spit it in braille
[Verse: David Banner]
Oh, we are back on presidents
This for Tulsa, Oklahoma, this for Rosewood!

You can’t soak me in a tub full of bleach
Barack pushed hope, Reagan pushed dope
This for Philly when the cops bombed the whole hood
Love, it is like you are staring at us with your eyes wide shut!
George was so irrelevant
They gave us Obama like
Like it was gonna stop the cause
[Outro: Ernestine Johnson]
This for Harlem when the pigs stop and frisk
And brighten the shadows you left on my past
All my folks from the Congo tell Belgium suck a, suck a

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Legacy (The King & I Album)

[Hook]
You are here by my side
Open up the Lex door
[Faith Evans]
I laced the beat, you locked the flow

We’ve been through everything
Jealous females call you sluts and whores
Through all the changes
Send you you to the store, condoms and more

[Verse 2: B.I.G.]
And I can tell from day one you were for me
Make sweat pour on the bedroom floor
[Intro]

Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin
She looking for a man, honey he just left
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
That you were a king fit just for a queen
Niggas see the ring, baguettes to death
I knew from the very first moment
You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving
[Puff Daddy]
I love you till the end

[The Notorious B.I.G]
You more like my best friend
[The Notorious B.I.G]
You teach me while I’m steady learning like
My perfect angel

[Talking: Interviewer & B.I.G.]
It’s that Faith Evans right here
And I knew..
And I can tell from day one you were for me
You twist up while I whip the bourbon
I knew from the very first moment
My whole life was changed instantly
Venue after venue, I been through
That you were a king fit just for a queen

How are things? Ummm, one of the most talked about parts of your life, your relationship with faith.
When you made my wife to be
[Hook]
Come up to the telly so i could bend you
I rock you till the end
I mean, We ain’t together no more, she just had a baby from me, we cool though, we tight
Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
Who know that this love be the legacy

Who know that this love be the legacy
So far from strangers
Could it be my hardcore metaphor
And I’m so happy to say that I know you
And I was willing to play my position, yeah
Jump on in, I’m kind of tired

I’m a roll blunts while you spin
Biggie Smalls, hey Faith you ready? You ready?

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Ten Wife Commandments (The King & I Album)

[Chorus : Faith Evans]

Just hate the game
This is gonna come back around
This is gonna come back around
But it ain’t nobody business
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
Find yourself in serious shit
Step-by-step
Number nine: Shoulda been number one to me
Rules to this shit, step-by-step, booklet
Don’t hate the player
Don’t hate the player
Rule nombre uno: Never let no chick know
Number two: Gotta be a pretty girl all the time (take it from your highness)
You be a lady and you let him be the man
Number ten: Be careful of the people you meet

You break the rules nigga, I’ll do the same
Might feel good when you in it
Keep your family and business completely separated
Just hate the game
When they come for you?
Don’t hate the player
Heard she hook a steak up, heard she hook a steak up
But girl, you gotta have your own
Don’t hate the player
[Outro : The Notorious B.I.G + Faith Evans]
[Chorus : Faith Evans]
You break the rules nigga, I’ll do the same
Just hate the game
[Verse 2 : Faith Evans + The Notorious B.I.G]
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9
I wrote me a manual
Gotta build him up and make him strong
Do your own thing
This is gonna come back around
When they come for you?
You break the rules nigga, I’ll do the same
You gotta be the only one he want
[Verse 1 : Faith Evans + The Notorious B.I.G]
Rules to this shit, step-by-step
Number eight: Gotta keep your head game straight
This is gonna come back around
It’s the ten wife commandments
But don’t do too much (don’t do too much)
When he bring it home you gotta have a good [?]
Number four: I know you heard this before
All my ladies singin’ with me now
It’s okay to let him have a troll
[Interlude: Chuck D]
Just hate the game
It’s the ten wife commandments
Number five: Gotta let him with the pants
What you gonna do when they come for you?
Seven, this rule is so underrated: Gotta keep your feelings and your money separated
Don’t hate the player
When they come for you?
A step-by-step booklet for you to get
What you gonna do when they come for you?
Number six: [?] with a gun in the kitchen
Jealousy ‘specially if that man fuck up
What you gonna do when they come for you?
What you and your man do in the bedroom

Heard she hook a steak up
Gotta take care of the family
Just hate the game
And you gotta be a freak in the sheets
There’s rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual

When you ’round in the streets, you better listen to me
Number Three: Gotta be a lady in the street
Follow these rules, you’ll have mad bread to break up
It’s the ten wife commandments
Take it from your highness
[Intro : Faith Evans + The Notorious B.I.G ]
This is gonna come back around
You break the rules nigga, I’ll do the same
When they come for you?
[Chorus : Faith Evans]
Don’t hate the player
Your game on track, not your wig pushed back
What you gonna do when they come for you?
When they come for you?
You break the rules nigga, I’ll do the same

It’s the ten wife commandments
This is gonna come back around
What you gonna do when they come for you?
Just hate the game
When they come for you?
For you to get, step-by-step

What you gonna do when they come for you?
And you probably want to admit it
You break the rules nigga, I’ll do the same
I’ve been in this game for years, it made me a animal
Tell him you love him before he step out the door

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Crazy (Interlude) [feat. 112 & Mama Wallace] (The King & I Album)

[Interlude: 112 & Mama Wallace]
And this shit got really crazy for me—Christoper
Oh
Yeah, yeah
I know there was a lot of craziness going around
Oh, woah
Without you
Niggas that were both so they can go get crazy together, get crazy together
Woah, oh, woah
Woo
Oh, woah
Oh, woah
Oh no, woah
112
My baby, my baby
Hate sudden lies, I’m lost without you

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – When We Party (feat. Snoop Dogg) (The King & I Album)

I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
Know you wanna ride
People come and ride with me
Me and B.I.G., what it is, get it in
Talking to the rap inventor
S-N-double O-P, big D-O
Perfection, selection
[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G. & Snoop Dogg]
(We gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
(They gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
Either I’m with ya or against ya
Know you wanna ride with me
‘Cause a West Coast party don’t stop
You better holla at me when you need that chronic sack
Don’t you wanna ride ?
Smokin’ while you’re loccin’ with some California A’s
We keep it funky on the West Coast
When the la-la hits ya, lyrics just splits ya
Drinkin’ and smokin’ all night, all night long
Words of the clever, forever multiply
Drinkin’ and smokin’ all night, all night long

[Hook: Faith Evans]
Party jumpin’ like hydraulics when we start it
‘Cause a West Coast party don’t stop
[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. + Snoop Dogg]
[Outro: Faith Hill + Snoop Dogg]
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
Iced out, lights out, me and Cease-a-Leo
(We gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
Birds of a feather, preparin’ ’em to fly
LBC know, we love Biggie though
I got it all, one call, no stall, on the ball
Ain’t no stoppin’, they be puffin’ on that chronic

When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Spell my name right, B-I, double-G, I-E
Nigga with the game tight, fifth of that flame right
This is a B.I.G. D.P.G.C. connection
(They gon’ keep it funky on the West Side)
Thinking I’m gon stop, giving LA props
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
To the West Side
The maze is a daze, I blaze, I will amaze
[Bridge: Faith Evans]
I’ma spell my name one more time, check it
[Hook: Faith Evans]
To the West Side
Don’t you wanna ride ?

[Hook: Faith Evans]
Havin’ a party on the West Side
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Dead up in the hood, ain’t no love lost
Don’t you wanna ride with me?
Don’t you wanna ride with me?
Format venture, back through that maze I sent ya

(We be drinkin’ and smokin’ all night)
On the West Coast, yeah
Y’all niggas is a mess
People come and ride with me
When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast)
Sippin’ gin with the Hen in the alleyway
We keep it funky on the West Coast

U-S, you just, lay down, slow
It’s the, N-O, T-O, R-I, O
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
Y’all know I’m from the West, I’m the king to be exact
+ Snoop Dogg] [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.
Listen to me, holla at ya dogg
Ain’t no party like a West Coast party
Drinkin’ and smokin’ all night, all night long
Ain’t no party like a West Coast party
Old school nigga, ’84 El Camino
I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah
We keep it funky on the West Coast
‘Cause a West Coast party don’t stop
Bangin’ the Cali way
in even Bernadino[?] I.E.Y.
On the West Coast
Head so hard, that your hat can’t fit you
Going back to Cali, strictly for the weather
Women and the weed – sticky green
Sipping on booze in the House of Blues, what it do!
No seeds bitch please, Poppa ain’t soft
We keep it funky on the West Coast
Ain’t no party like a West Coast party

Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G. – Somebody Knows (feat. Busta Rhymes) (The King & I Album)

I’m feelin’ some type of way
And until I get some kind of resolution
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
Busy ignorin’ each other
And the question remains, why was he gunned down in the streets of Los Angeles and who was responsible?
Let me remind the shooter that the most gangster nigga is karma

They took your life in vain but your memories still remain

Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
No help from the police
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
Big Poppa, yes, [?] your legacy proper
In just a matter of time (neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots)
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
And we never got to have a conversation
I cannot choose to let go (yeah)
To the last time we linked up, I shed a tear at your wake
To this day I carry a picture of BIG in my wallet
I walk to Tillery park where we use to smoke with Flanton
I’m feelin’ some type of way

Somebody knows
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind (damn near lost my mind)
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
While I give you these bars, I try not my composure
I felt so helpless and frustrated and I damn near lost my mind
Twenty years have come and gone
We didn’t know if we be over
My heart continues to go after CJ and Tanyana
‘Cause it’s hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
We were havin’ a good time up in the party
Can’t believe it’s been this long
And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Somebody knows
Tryna avoid truckin’ ’bout it, not to revisit the drama
[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
[Intro]
There is so much we need to know (Old school, new school need to learn though)
Continue his blessings I sent to you and Mama Wallace
Whoever did it better stay low-key
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Your life was so refound, can’t nobody wear your crown
(who shot ya) Can somebody explain why?
You probably up there talkin’ about who really fuckin’ did it
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
The Notorious B.I.G. was silence forever, Los Angeles are looking for his killer
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
It has been twenty years and yet you still lookin’ for closure
From Westhouse Brooklyn to bein’ one of the great

They took your life in vain but your memories still remain
Why they took your life away and left filled with some much pain
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
[Verse 1: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s a misery to me, I’ll give anything to know who shot ya
I gotta make it on my own, like who’s gon’ hold me down, down (who shot ya)
I’m feelin’ some type of way
& Both] [Verse 2: Faith Evans, The Notorious B.I.G.
[Pre-Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
And [?] to provide the answers in your honor

A conversation dealin’ most niggas don’t want to mess with
Still can’t try over bein’ a baby, not havin’ my father
I don’t even know where to start and it’s very hard to address it
[Pre-Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]

Somebody knows
[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Frank and Pac, I hope you had the chance to talk and have it fellas
Can somebody explain why? (who shot ya)
And I still don’t have the answers even after all this time
Even after all this time, we could never accept it
Maybe you a sinners sign with some honest answers in it
[Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.]
And I swear to god I know somebody knows who shot ya
Even though we wasn’t really speakin’ at the time

Only hang on to the memories
[Outro]
About the truth that would led the way up, both of you ain’t tell us
That still weighs heavy on my mind