We all understand though
You not really built for this shit
You not ready to kill for this shit
But no regrets
You gotta lift up a TEC to get Murder respect
Nigga are U-N, you dipped on the set
I’m the fuckin cough in the slime flu
You gone out rhyme who? When you dealing with this power, nigga Flex can’t save you
Me amorin, drive the foreign, kick the door in
Lady treat me like him important
I don’t even think of scoring
I just run the floor and D could alleyoop it to me like in Boston
On some Kyrie shit, y’all just talking
Heard that often
Had to rap again, y’all was boring ’em
Now you can tell Dave East, A$AP Mob, whatever you want
The whole hood know I’m the origin
You robbed Juelz on some Diddy shit
And when Jim start ballin’ you get back on sissy shit
You even had the nerve to call up Sham
And use his basketball skill to steal the name Jelly Fam
Damn, Cam, I thought more of you
But when I think about it, that’s really all you do
You really not that fly
You really not that guy
You really not that wise
I’m really not surprised
All pride aside you try to pay Lodi mom’s to side with your lies
Now I’m like fuck it Drago “if he dies he dies”
Ain’t no unity
Ain’t no Children of the Corn
Ain’t no you and me
Any nigga ever got Diplomat Immunity
Was niggas who ratted or ones who snitched on their community
And thats word to my nigga Big L
To my nigga fucking Trell and to that nigga Bigavel
To nigga Loon on all my niggas in the cell
Hope you hold ya head, I hope y’all niggas doing well
This Ma$e nigga, I invented the curve
I’m the name on the ribbon on the bird
I’m done rapping with you
You’ll always be my bitch you got my fucking name tatted on you crips only know you the nigga they shot
OG niggas don’t have no history with you on the block
And everybody seen the footage I got
Every since 10 you was a thirsty nigga
I ain’t gone talk about the time you fucked your sister
In 2002 you lost 50 pounds, ulcers in your liver
And now you tryna sell niggas liquor, NIGGA
You always play the sucker part
Where was all that Rico shit when you left Jim in Rucker Park? Matter fact I’m on a true life change
But let’s get back to that smack and that Tru Life chain
Damn bro
Damn the whole fuckin’ land know
After that 50 shit you moved to Orlando
You had the nigga Jim on the radio, where did Cam go? I’m your prime times 2
I never paid for my mistakes cause that’s not what crime do
Bitches fuck me but that’s what dimes do
Somebody wanna jump in tell ’em come share
I’m starting to feel like we don’t really compare
I’m pretty nigga, wrist litty, sun wear
Diplomat only mean that you ain’t from here
You had a run here but y’all niggas is done here
All these pretty women and y’all niggas bringin’ guns here
You way past the gun line
Every time you talk of me you sound like one time
I fuck the King of rap bitch when I was unsign
And made the nigga Diddy sign me off of one line
Don’t blame for the past and I won’t blame you for the crash
Sent my nigga Huddy on a dummy mission and he crashed
Gilet I know you need money I get it
I know your digital sales I know about your digits
I know Sony Red didn’t wanna your shit distribute
I know it’s crickets so fuck it use my name so they can click it
I made you, I raised you, why would I play you? [Verse 1]
Imagine 20 years with a bitter bitch and the same drama
Dame told you do this shit and you don’t see Dame karma
K9 on your ass, nigga no distraction
Pussy nigga wearin’ pink I guess he think he matchin’
I’ma paint the picture, let the niggas make the caption
Fuck bars I’m tell nigga what really happened
You hear this tone, you know the mac is in my seat
You see exactly what I see you know my rap is not for free
You sent them pussy niggas to the hill to trap me in the V
You singing nigga, ain’t gonna be no back up bitch with me
I chew that nigga til’ my teeth hurt don’t even hit the weed first
Bitches used to say I’m blessed and I didn’t even sneeze first
Much dirt as I got on you, don’t even need no research
My hand filthy, heart guilty, niggas like me need church
Tax know you as the nigga that snitched on the Roc
D.C.

[Intro]
Nah, no I’m not
Nah, nobody on this
You know how that go

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Now I’m living with a purpose, I ain’t perfect
Allah got me, ain’t spend too much time in churches
This from the heart, I ain’t spend too much time rehearsing
I was really thinking rob before I purchased
I was really thinking God these niggas thirsty
Paranoid around soft niggas, they make me nervous
Clutching a pistol around these clowns that shit’ll surface
If you knew my life you would understand I deserve it
Nobody gave me shit, told me I was worthless
Felt like I was cursed until the day that paper surfaced
It’s a reason why me and Beans can relate in person
I’m cut from that cloth, all that talking’ll get you murdered
I relaxed on that juice, them percocets be testing me
Plus your bitch keep texting me, I ain’t attracted sexually
These niggas selling blow up, got the fiends frustrated
Tryna get this dough up, package on me, ratchet on me
Tell me what your life like cause mines is real
Every thing signed and sealed, my mind on pills
Niggas’ll rat on they own mother, they see that time get real
Teddy bears and candle lightings give your moms the chills

[Hook: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
As far as I can remember I’ve been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes but I don’t feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can’t feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come

[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
Pressure’s on once again but I embrace it
I weathered through the storm before, I’m never breaking
I do this for the youth in the Matrix who won’t make it
I tell ’em every knock is a boost, remain patient
But every move he make is calculated through his hunger
It’s sad to say shorty might not make it through the summer
His mom turned tricks for a fix, pills strung her
He only met his pop for flicks and a jail jumper
His stomach empty but his clip full
He pop xannies by the fist full
Drink syrup, skip school
Pants hanging off his ass, ain’t been in the bath
I try to steer ’em right cause I hate to see him crash
Tell him just stay in his lane and remain humble
You bound to get hit in the game just don’t fumble
I seen G’s drop the ball and straight crumble
Just know if your aunt had a dick she’d be your uncle
What your life like nigga mines is real
No if, mights, maybes, probably, wills
I blow your fucking head off with that revolver steel
I shot a nigga on tour, got that revolver still
Know when you fucking with the Bully you involved with real
I put your body somewhere, they won’t solve your kill nigga
You need to stop if you think Mac won’t pop it
Have your mom in all black out casket shopping

[Verse 3: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
It’s the Broadstreet Bully and Dave East, yeah we playing for keeps
These niggas dressing like freaks and they calling it fleek
These niggas be signing sheets plus they calling police
Know every nigga in the ghetto ain’t involved in the streets
We ain’t really into the games we gon’ rest you to peace
Pull something big out, give you a long kiss on the cheek
Who ready to die? Sky’s the limit who want beef?
I was a bad boy before I repped the ROC
This ain’t nothing new shit this just what the fuck we do
We like no limit soldiers and nigga I’m that true
The reason, the solution nigga I’m that too
Whoever stuck to the realness, then I’m that glue
It’s a war going on outside you ain’t safe from
You can play Super man, you get your cape hung
We don’t start no shit and we don’t take none
We just 100% until our day come

[Hook: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
As far as I can remember I’ve been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes but I don’t feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can’t feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
As far as I can remember I’ve been a real one
They say that pressure bust pipes but I don’t feel none
Just like these whack ass rappers I can’t feel one
You said you wanted the real back well here it come

[Outro: Dave East + Beanie Sigel]
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come
You said you wanted the real back well here it come

Lyrics Juelz Santana – Time ticking

We just getting to the money, why they hating?
This a real nigga celebration
Getting to this paper, getting to this paper
Shitting on a hater, shitting on a hater
We just getting to this money, why they hating?
This a real nigga celebration
Getting to this paper, getting to this paper
Shitting on a hater, shitting on a hater.(time ticking)

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?

Time ticking, gotta get it, where that money at?
You know if I front you that I need that money back (ASAP)
You know how I’m coming if I got to come for that
Double back, yeah somebody body getting mummy wrapped
I come from hand to hands and the bundle stacked
Fell in love with flipping grams and what come with that
Y’all in love with Instagram and them double taps
Finger on the trigger, you won’t like it when I double tap
I’m Rowdy Rebel, I got more stones than Barney Rubble
Boss b*tch and that pus*y tastes like Fruity Pebbles
Forbes List how we get it cause we never settle
For them bands, make ‘em rock and roll with this heavy metal
New levels, new devils, flooded all the bezels
The plot thickens, time ticking but my Rollie don’t
In the Rolls blowing smoke ‘til I catch the holy ghost
Keep it close, this a celebration, real niggas toast.

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?

Time ticking, this 40 will have your spine shifting
I’m used to fathering niggas so I don’t mind children
I was in and out of court, I had LeBron vision
Came a long way from that lo mien and that orange chicken
Free Rowdy, free Bobby, all my niggas ‘bout it
Inside the foreign cloudy, all I know is count it
I got my city bouncin’, they lovin’ my aura
Ain’t hard to tell I’m from the border, started with quarters
I was 19, we was tryna get it on the night scene
Visions of that white beam, NBA pipe dreams
Dropped out of college, now I get the coupe drop
Coke was in my tube sock, right in Pooh spot.

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?
Time ticking nigga, where my money at?

If I ain’t picking up I’m probably getting head
If she ain’t picking up she probably giving head
Stay with this fully loaded nine and a hot vixen
Drop top, getting top in it versuri-lyrics.info
Colorblind hoodie off white
Jacket and Armani denim
Niggas know I’m flier than ‘em, they admiring ‘em
Fendi monster, I think I’m frightening ‘em
Fear of God, they fear the god, I’m Christ to ‘em

Oriental women, oriental coke
Oriental denim, oriental dope
Japan tricks, I’m sipping, making my man sick
I’m a boss, kidnap ‘em and set the ransom
I slide up in these spots, they say I’m handsome now
Used to be all gooned up, we probably dancing now
This that light too bright, ma put your camera down
I be with Drama and Cannon out in Atlanta now.

I’m a boss nigga so I need a boss b*tch
G5 to Dubai, that’s a boss trip
Blew a couple mil, still up on that Forbes List
Skydweller on the watch, that’s a boss wrist
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money at?
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money at?
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money at?
Timeee ticking nigga, where my money attt?
Juelz Santana lyrics
Video ticking

(Chorus – Trey Songz)
Feel like it’s 93
I ain’t tryna get you off
Baby come ride with me
I ain’t tryna get you off
Get you so fly to me
I ain’t tryna get you off
I just feel like you the one, you the one
I can bet you are
Feel like it’s 93
I ain’t tryna get you off
Baby come ride with me
I ain’t tryna get you off
Get you so fly to me
I ain’t tryna get you off
I just feel like you the one, you the one
I can bet you are no, no, no

(Verse 1 – Trey Songz)
Look at your hair, look at your pose
Yeah, look at your nails, look at your toes, girl
Body on…mo, come here
Got a ni**a frooze like a lil’ baby deer, god damn
Baby you’re cool like this time of year
Girl, you hot as motherf**k it feels squeezier
You don’t need a chair sit it down right here
And if you want it all, you can get that there
See you like to read, let me get between the pages
Know you like to work out, I can spot by your squad
Notice these other girls, they ain’t got what you got

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge – Dave East)
Money I got plenty, girl it’s nothing, I could spend it all on you
When I spread all on you
Money I got plenty, girl it’s nothing, I could spend it all on you
When I spread all on you

(Verse 2 – Trey Songz)
Ay, look at your body, babe, look in my eyes
Ay, bi**h I’mma fast ay, between your thighs
My lips on yours, drip drip some mo
All of my time, I’m going down
Tryna find your spot, I’m tryna keep it there
I be going deep, so baby be prepared
So sexy I need that, yeah

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 – Dave East)
93, you gotta f**k wanna ride with me
I look like I hit the lottery, only with ni**as that die for me
I used to be at with all the hammers and all the scammers
And all where the powder be
You hate it, so f**k your apology
You see that red stripe on my Prada tee
I jump out the Rover now
Fully loaded, ain’t hard to see, I’ve been took over now
Same bi**hes wouldn’t even pay attention
I can bend them over, choke em now
Bottom of my teeth golden now
Only back was I can roll a pound
Homies locked up, I can’t hold ’em down
Got Givenchy stars on my shoulder now
New crib, new bi**h, true crib, whip like a bowling ball
Eves Saint Laurent or the Dolce shades, I don’t even know though, sure
Only if she bad I might see it
Full of Henney, so I might eat it
Only socks and my wife beat her
Brain better than a mind reader

(Repeat Chorus)

[Verse: Dave East]
(East side, wo!)
I like my women to be pure, no Juicy Couture
Outfits down south, trips for raw i’m tryna get more
I hid the pistol In the store right under the chips
My outfit come with a grip, in love with her lips
I just to hide the work in her mother crib
Things changes now I don’t even know where her mother live
She don’t call me Dave East, address me by my government
Told me pay my taxes before you owe the government
Complexion mocha, inner section with smokers
Face mean I bet you nigga never approach her
Told the homie I had to kill it for the culture
I come to compliment not insult ya, I can coach ya
Give you the play it’s hard to give you a day
Couple hours blowing sour you know I’m not finna stay
Them other niggas is cowards, I promise they in the way
Couple dollars let’s pick us a [?] so we can play
Now we gettin’ massages, forgings and them garages
I’ve been having ménages, princess cuts is flawless
Just to sit the truck you got to be gorgeous
You bad without speakin’ ma you ain’t got to be talkin’
She’s like a [] leaking all on my seats
We get tired of the city our weekends be on the beach
We creepin’ in and out the sheets, she was in and out the jep
I turn women out to freaks, I was in her mouth this week
I’ve got a million mouths to feed, that’s why i’m in and out these streets
A hundred bitches on my line, but i’m just in and out these beats
Brought the hammer everywhere ’cause we was in and out beef
My little L.A. bitch had me eating In ‘n Out for weeks
First class to LaGuardia I’m right back to New York time
A lot of niggas renting their jewelry, but I bought mine
Mind the of trap, you can’t double back if you cross lines
Them forty fives jam so this time I only bought nines
Niggas only respect homicide and chalk lines
Talking ’bout the coupe, I’m tryna Porsche mine
I’m tryna hurt the strip, them little baggies just to hurt the tip
Crack smoke my clothes before I even learned to whip
No handouts I don’t wan’t it if I ain’t earnin’ it
Weed and pills I was servin’ it, jumpin’ out of suburban
All ice like George Gervin, on flights I lost service
Your type be all nervous, the Maybach got orange curtains
And I’m just on my Birking, what you hearing in these verses the same nigga in person
Cuzzo doing the stretch, he caught 8 of off ‘caine purchase
Niggas claim they the hottest they music I ain’t heard it
Guess it ain’t worth it
That shit you be doing just ain’t working
I got a different lawyer they came with the same verdict
And I can get you broad day light, like Wayne Perry
Potato on the witnesses saying that they ain’t heard it

[Speaking]
Only the real recognize what I’m doing. From the bottom, nowhere else but up, million dollar deal, did that. Need millions for all my niggas, gang. Fuck happened to D’Angelo this that shit, East Side, uh! New year, new money, new diamonds, no new niggas! hahah

(Verse 1 – Dave East)
I done stumbled on a hundred racks
Used to treat the trap like a running back
Nothing but hundred thousand I was done with packs
Hundred million ni**a I be done with rap
You snitch loving, b**hes love a rat
Hard to kick the habit cause she love the crack
Corey ni**a they gon run this back
If you f**k my bi**h, I don’t want her back
I’m a vagabond got no
Bring it to your door like it’s domino’s
Hundred dollar gets your baby momma blown
Word to freaky glad my ni**a Dolla home
I know you drink, but bi**h, I gotta smoke
I know you see me with a lot of locs
Know you see me get a lot of doh
I can’t fit it in my wallet, ho
Sak pasé I’ve seen a lotta yay
I ain’t giving beats I ain’t Dr. Dre
You ain’t got to listen to me ni**a
Guarantee you hearing what this choppa say
Shower Posse with the shotty gang
Finessen on em Louis dressing on em
N’ap boule, I make a model pay
I know they want a picture
But they gotta wait, I’m a vagabond

(Chorus – Corey Finesse)
Vagabond, vagabond that’s no lie I got a lotta dough
Adios, Adios shmoney calling me like vamanos
Wish I could stay but bi**h it’s time to go
I done stumbled on a pot of gold
Dress my bi**h up in designer clothes
Flexing on em got a lot of dough
Vagabond, vagabond that’s no lie I got a lotta dough
Adios, Adios shmoney calling me like vamanos
Wish I could stay but bitch it’s time to go
I done stumbled on a pot of gold
Dress my bi**h up in designer clothes
Flexing on em got a lot of dough

(Verse 2 – Corey Finesse)
Finessen school i made the honor roll
My shorty said I got a lot of hoes
Can’t even lie I got a lot of those
Then I pick em like eney miny, moe
Only cause I got a lot of dough
And they know what this hitting fo

(Repeat Verse 3 & Repeat Chorus)