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Plies - Co-Defendant

Bruh
I do NOT f**k with alotta niggas, bruh
They see me, they gon′ see me solo bruh
These pussy ass niggas out here too creep for me, bruh
These niggas is not gon′ state me, bruh
Ya′ll call them niggas ya′ll homeboys
Cracker call ya′ll organization

[Chorus: x2]
Stay in my own lane
Mind my own bidness
Hit my own licks
Get my own pennies
Keep these niggas from round me, cause I ain′t friendly
You′ll never slide up under me and be my co-defendant

[Verse 1]
Time to do bidness
Drop niggas off
Never run to them crackers on me bout what ya saw
Never snake me, and get me knocked off
Niggas like hos, love to run they f**kin′ mouth
Speak to them in the streets, won′t bring them to my house
I don′t trust neither bitch, north or the south
Won′t be around me tryna scope it out
That SUPAfriendly shit, ain′t about
Iono him, keep him from round me
Tryna peep somethin′?
What you tryna see?
Never get that close to find out where I be
I don′t know that nigga
Get him from ′round me...

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Niggas come around, guess what? I stop talkin′
Holla at chu niggas later, grab my shit and start walkin′
F**k that shit, I done seen too much
It seem niggas scope niggas and gettin′ niggas touched
Get in friends with niggas, turn ′round and set ′em up
Even my own dawg, talk to ′em bout certain stuff
My own friends come around, nigga I hush
Outside of court rooms, nigga I done seen enough
Time to get money, I′m so loyal
4 deep doin′ business, that′s a no-no
Cause what a nigga thinkin′, you will never know
But do my own time nigga, if I have to go

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Ion f**k with no nigga, who got alotta friends
Cause you never know, who that nigga want to win
You vibe with too many niggas, you spread yaself then
And them the type of niggas, know everybody business then
Nigga too friendly, no tellin′ who he with
You niggas f**k with any nigga, you can′t do it big
Guarenteed you will neva slide up under kid
I keep my eyes open, and my fire hid
That′s how I stay away, from all the f**k shit
I gotta couple homeboys, but I don′t run with clique
The least a nigga know, the less he can snitch
I run solo, so I don′t have to kill a bitch

[Chorus x2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:59

Plies - Keep It Too Real

I Broke Bread Wit U Nigga Showed U Where I Lived
U Talkin Nigga But U Dont Understand Wat Real Is
When It Came To Yo Pussy Ass Nigga I Woulda Killed
But It Was My Fault Nigga I Kept It Too Real

We Busted Choppaz At Niggaz Layed In Bushes Together
U Had Me Fooled Dawg I Thought U Was My Fukkin Nigga
Woulda Did A 100 Years For U Cuz I Fuk Wit Ya
U Taught Me Wat A Good Heart In These Streetz Would Get A Nigga
Not A Muthafukkin Thing But A Sad Picture
Hurt Me When I Found Out U Had Pussy In Yo Heart Nigga
I Never Thought Id Say It But Muthafuk A Friend
Cuz Yo Dawg Be Tha One That Cross Ya In Tha End
Tha Shit I Kno Now Wish Id Done Knew It Bak Then
But Goin Thru It Wit A Fuk Nigga Is Wat Make A Man
I Treated Yo Pussy Ass Betta Than I Did My Own Kin
When A Nigga Locked Up Or Broke Thats When They Claim They Luv U Then

I Broke Bread Wit U Nigga Showed U Where I Lived
U Talkin Nigga But U Dont Understand Wat Real Is
When It Came To Yo Pussy Ass Nigga I Woulda Killed
But It Was My Fault Nigga I Kept It Too Real

Wat Was Mine Was Yours But Wat Yours Wasnt Mine
If A Nigga Woulda Told Me U Was Soft I Woulda Thought He Was Lyin
But Every Nigga Gon Show His Hand In Due Time
I Kept It So Muthafukkin Real Wit U That I Was Blind
Cuz I Was Too Busy Showin Luv I Aint See Tha Signs
When U Needed Me Pussy I Came Thru Everytime
Whether U Was Right Or Wrong Fuk Nigga I Was Ridin
But U Envied Me Nigga In Tha Bak Of Yo Mind
U Wasnt A 100 Nigga U Was Real Part Time
I Broke U Off When Them Fuk Niggaz Wouldnt Give U A Dime
Aint Owe U Shit Nigga I Just Wanted To See U Shine
U Never Gave Me Shit Nigga I Had My Own Grind
I Aint Need Yo Choppaz I Had My Own Nine
Im A 100 Nigga I Done Did Me And Yo Time
U Cant Trust Yo Own Homiez Who Tha Fuk Can U Trust
I Got My Broad And My Choppa So To Me Thats Enough

I Broke Bread Wit U Nigga Showed U Where I Lived
U Talkin Nigga But U Dont Understand Wat Real Is
When It Came To Yo Pussy Ass Nigga I Woulda Killed
But It Was My Fault Nigga I Kept It Too Real

God Aint Makin U Fuk Niggaz Like He Used To
A Nigga Believe Its Hoe Now Before He Believe U
And Cuz U Thug Wit A Nigga Dont Mean Tha Luv Tru
It Used To Matter Wat U And Yo Niggaz Done Been Thru
Nigga Be Yo Dawg One Day And Turn Pussy Out Tha Blue
A Fuk Nigga Gon Do Wat A Fuk Nigga Gon Do
Betta Off Runnin By Yoself If U Only Knew
Dont Mean That Nigga A Hunter Cuz He′ll Fukkin Shoot
And Money Dont Mean U Real Cuz He Got Loot
If A Nigga Heart Aint Right No Tellin Wat He′ll Do
And Real Niggaz Extinct Its Only A Fukkin Few
Cuz 99% Of These Fuk Niggaz Aint Tru

I Broke Bread Wit U Nigga Showed U Where I Lived
U Talkin Nigga But U Dont Understand Wat Real Is
When It Came To Yo Pussy Ass Nigga I Woulda Killed
But It Was My Fault Nigga I Kept It Too Real

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:59

Plies - Ol′ Lady

[Talking: Plies]
Ay man I heard a couple of niggas around here
Who said they don′t like me man
And I got a couple niggas around here brah
Who owe me a lil paper
Niggas ain′t answering they phone no mo
[? ]
I′m a tell you how I′m a handle this here man

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

[Verse 1:]
Make yo bitch leave home and don′t come back
Sit her down in that chevy and change her whole life
Make her hang in the hood and watch me shoot dice
And take her back to the crib and f**k her on 50 stacks
Fo′ you play with me dawg you betta get it right
Tell you straight up homie I′m playin real trife
Walk up straight in the club nigga with yo wife
And make her dance in front of me while I drank yak
And let her and her homegirls rock all night
And just to piss you off I′m a let her throw a stack
And everytime you see her I′m a dress her in something tight
And when you start to miss her I′m a make you buy a bite
And let her push the whip while I sit in the back
And make yo ho sleep naked with me all night
And put hickies all over her nigga that′s what she likes
Keep playing with me and I′ll f**k up your whole life

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

[Verse 2:]
I don′t want yo side ho nigga I want yo main bitch
The one you call babe the one you in love with
Make yo hoe pack yo shit
And make her call you right now and tell you it′s over with
Befo she hang up the phone she gon tell you she′s plies bitch
And when you call her back gonna have her number switched
And I′m a f**k her everyday until I get her thick
And Make her put my name on her nails and shit
And keep her hair did fo her and full of dick
I Might move her out the hood nigga just to pick
I know how to make you niggas lose weight real quick
And have you walking round this bitch looking real sick

[Chorus: x2]
Nigga owe me some money he ain′t gotta pay me
Got something for you f**k niggas who playa hatin
Nigga claiming he don′t like me but it′s all gravy
Keep playing with me and I′m a f**k your ol′ lady

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:58

Plies - Bust It Baby, Pt. 1 (bonus track)

Ooohhhhh
She My Bust It Baby [x6]

[Plies:]
First time we had sex, it was like a movie
Both of us fell asleep, both us was woozy
Love how she say my name, love how she do me
Gain feelings for her, kinda quick, kinda blew me
Found myself thinking ′bout her shit kinda spooked me
Mo′ time we spent together the mo′ she got attached
I love being around her, seem like the perfect match
She ain′t blow my phone up and she ain′t neva hack
She knew her place, played her role, and she was cool with that
What you doing?, Where you going?, Questions she don′t ask
She took my mind off the streets, she helped me relax
She wanna VIP her baby, she put me on my back

[Chorus: x2]
Her sex game crazy(crazy)
Body So Amazing(Amazing)
Kiss like she cravin′(cravin′)
Walk like she taken(taken)
Attitude mistaken(mistaken)
Fiend for her daily(daily)
Care about her greatly(greatly)
Why she my bust it baby(baby)

[Plies:]
What we did last night got me wantin′ to call her
If I wasn′t real homie I′d probably stalk her
From the hood, when she get drunk she talk proper
Got kinky with her, told her to dress up like a lawyer
I was the judge last night I gave her all the orders
Worked it real good, turned her round dog & spoiled her
Told her if I gave her anymore I′m a have to charge her
Felt the vibe in the room, the feelings getting larger
Took her from the bench now turned her into a starter
Taste like suga, smell like water
Now she into goons, all off what I taught her
What I do to her make her care about me harder

[Chorus: x2]
Her sex game crazy(crazy)
Body So Amazing(Amazing)
Kiss like she cravin′(cravin′)
Walk like she taken(taken)
Attitude mistaken(mistaken)
Fiend for her daily(daily)
Care about her greatly(greatly)
Why she my bust it baby(baby)

Oooohhh oohh
She my bust it baby [x6]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:58

Plies - Gotta Be

[Talking: Plies]
You Know it′s somebody some where homie that todays there celebration I might not know ya but I
wanna celebrate with ya...

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates.

[Verse 1: Plies]
I′m happy for that nigga that today he done came home,
Done got that time behind him
Now it′s time to move on,
I′m celebrating with ya the reason I wrote this song,
Hope you done became a better person since you been gone,
I salute you my nigga dawg for staying strong,
Now get ya feet up under ya homie an keep it goin,
I hope ya walk straight don′t make the wrong turn,
Them crackas waitin to send ya off on another long run,
Just enjoy yourself tonight an
Have fun,
And don′t go fuckin with them niggas who aient send ya nothin′,
And if ya got kids gon get ′em and catch up,
I′m celebrating with you tonight I′m holdin my cup up.

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates.

[Verse 2: Plies]
He took them crackas to the door and he beat ′em in trial,
A lot of niggas thought you was gonna lose but you held it down,
All I can tell ya homie you made all the real niggas proud,
They offered you a flea bargin but you turned ′em down,
Stood in the paint what you believed in an you did it in style,
I know ya family they was worried but now they can smile,
Should be happy cause aient too many beat ′em in awhile,
Just be careful in these streets cause this shit done got wild,
A lot of niggas fucked up so they playin it foul,
He was your homeboy he your co-defendent now,
If you gonna get money then lose the crowd,
Niggas in prison cause they homeboys done ran they mouth.

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates.

[Verse 3: Plies]
To that young nigga who took ′em on a high speed chase,
Aient condoning what ya did I′m just glad you gotta way,
I know ya heart beating fast I′m just glad your safe,
Shit you hadda hit it you couldn′t afford another case,
You tried to play cool but ya shoulda seen your face,
Jitt a motherfucker lost them in broad day,
Doin a hundred dawg goin down a one way,
Jumped out on ′em turned into a foot race,
Jitt know the streets so they couldn′t keep they pace,
He hadda throw his pistol if they find it that′s ok,
You aient gotta do it but but for you I′m a celebrate,
Do me a favor dawg stay out them crackas faces.

[Chorus x2: Plies]
Gotta be somebody police chasing that done got away,
Gotta be somebody round the world today that done beat they case,
Gotta be somebody round the world that got off probation today,
Gotta be somebody round the world walking out them prison gates

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:57

Plies - 1 Mo Time

[Chorus 2x]
I know you caught me cheating
and you tired of me lyin
Imma be honest with you baby
I know I crossed tha line
If you dont wanna fuck with me no mo than cool that fine
but before you go babe
Can we fuck one more time

[Verse 1]
I know I fucked up and sorry aint
what you wanna here but i cant change
that shit dog it is what it is.
you can go fuck another nigga if thats how you feel
if thats goin to make you feel better than gone do it hell you asked me about this lil petty
shit and i kept it real i know that shit probably hard for you to swallow still I aint know how
bad i hurt you til′ I seen ya tears I aint asking you to accept how a nigga live, if you feel
like another nigga can treat you better, than it is what it is. but let the truth be told its
been my pussy for years. now you got all ya lil home girls up in ya ear just lets fuck one more
time before you give

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 2]
I know its probably best for us to go our seperate ways, cause i know imma fuck up again
anyway but from my fuckin heart a nigga want you to stay but once you fuck up this shit can
never be straight i know that shits wrong i aint got shit to say bet you think a nigga didn′t
give a fuck anyway i just had to fuck you good the other day and how that pussy was bitin i
didnt wanna scape you rode that dick so long until you started to shake and i can tell when you
would nut i can see it in ya face imma miss fuckin you from the back and how i grabbed ya waist
but most of all imma miss how that pussy taste

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 3]
There aint another nigga who′s going to fuck you like I Do you can talk that shit all you want
but baby you know its true I know i fucked up i said im sorry now its on you. you can play
stupid and give me away if you want too. if you say fuck it its over then i guess we through i
know if i caught you cheating ill probably cut you loose dont get it fucked up i aint tryin to
tell you what to do. whatever decision you make i gotta live with it but whatever your answer
is just make sure you can deal with it but if we do break up imma keep tryin to get it this
shit we going through right now is real silly gone cuss me out and lets fuck and gone kill it.

[Chorus 2x]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:57

Plies - Goons Lurkin

[x2:] Car Full Of Choppers And Everbody Quiet, Car Full of Goons And Everybody Cerified, And If You
Froze Up Last Time You Can′t Ride It′s Going Down Tonight Cuz These Goons Out Lurkin

Five In The Morning Ain′t Nobody Out But Us
And Everybody Sleep But We Finna Wake The City Up
And Finna Teach You Pussy N****s Bout Playin With Us
We Find Yo Duck A** Tonight Lil Homie You Out Of Luck
And He Don′t Know We Coming Finna Get His Life Took
We Ridin Bin Ladin S*** A Hundred Round Plus
Before He Went To Sleep He Ain′t Know He Wouldn′t Be Waking Up
Its Already Understood If These C******* Get Behind Us Flood It And We Ain′t Coming Home Till All
The Clips Empty
And We Ain′t Shooting Up No House It Draw Too Much Attention
We Catch Yo A** Coming Out Lil Homie You Gets It
And I Bet One Muthaf****** Thing N**** We Ain′t Missing

[x2:]
Car Full Of Choppers And Everbody Quiet,A Car Full of Goons And Everybody Cerified, And If You Froze
Up Last Time You Can′t Ride It′s Going Down Tonight Cuz These Goons Out Lurkin

You Might Miss The Newspaper But You Gon Make The News
Victim Found Face Down Tonight Without His Shoes
Dem Choppas Went Off In Drive You Run But Couldn′t Move
Sawed Him In Half That Chopper Broke Him Down In Two
Everything Them Hallow Points Hit It Knock Em Loose
We Want Your Homeboiz Nah P**** We Ain′t Through
Dem C******* Find A Hundred Holes But They Ain′t Got A Clue
Now Everbody Claiming They Know Who F***** Over You
A Big Mouth Don′t Get You S*** But A Big Funeral
And A Bunch Of Muthaf***** Crying Who Claiming They Knew Ya
You Can′t Bring Him Back Stop Crying The P**** Dead
He Shoud′ve Kept His Mouth Close He Ain′t Know How To Play It

[x2:]
Car Full Of Choppers And Everbody Quiet, Car Full of Goons And Everybody Cerified, And If You Froze
Up Last Time You Can′t Ride It′s Going Down Tonight Cuz These Goons Out Lurkin

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:57

Plies - Worth Goin Fed Fo

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28′s and jewelry to show
And ain′t a ho I can′t f**k I got ho′s to loan
Just don′t know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Verse 1:]
As soon as a nigga get knocked the streets call him dumb
When this shit hit the fan everybody run
I don′t know a nigga yet who did this shit and won
Money mean nothing to ya if you ain′t got a bond
The streets scared now cause everybody getting hung
Lawyers sittin back sucking all a nigga fund
Said it ain′t cool when the rapper got the gun
This shit a game to these crackas and they having fun
The nigga you thought wouldn′t tell will be the first one
It′ll take number one f**k up and a nigga done
Visitation room that ain′t how I wanna see my son
But I don′t think about none of this shit when I′m stuntin

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28′s and jewelry to show
And ain′t a ho I can′t f**k I got ho′s to loan
Just don′t know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Verse 2:]
I don′t know if 25 years worth 2 years of ballin
That′s a big pill to take and I ain′t trynna swallow it
F**k round and get jammed and all this shit falling
Take the streets from a nigga then a nigga starving
Tried to let it go the money kept calling
Streets been good to me got a nigga flossing
Same shit a nigga love be the shit that cost him
Money make niggas hate turn niggas salty
Go to prison now don′t take me from my shawty
Bout time I get out he gon be off in college
Game f**ked up now cause all these niggas talking
I′m a street nigga I ain′t got too many options

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28′s and jewelry to show
And ain′t a ho I can′t f**k I got ho′s to loan
Just don′t know if this shit worth goin fed fo

[Verse 3:]
Nigga always told me to get in this shit and get out
But he ain′t tell me bout all the laws and all the drama
You back to square one after a nigga break into your house
It′s hard to come up shit when you gotta keep burnin out
Is cars jewelry and ho′s what it′s all about
I don′t know it lil daddy I just want a nice amount
Just gave my lil cousin eleven years for an ounce
You broke and f**kin with these ho′s they gon ask you to bounce
And niggas buying shit now they can′t even pronounce
Done f**ked up so much money shit can′t even count
Hope I don′t wake up one morning with them crackas in my house
With guns drawn on me and with enditment papers out

[Chorus: x2]
I got a name in these streets
Plenty money to blow
Got whips 28′s and jewelry to show
And ain′t a ho I can′t f**k I got ho′s to loan
Just don′t know if this shit worth goin fed fo

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:46

Plies - Dat Bitch

[Chorus: x2]
Just hit me a lick finna blow a check
Got stacks on me goons on deck
Finna slide thru tha strip club and make a h mess
Iono won′t that hoe I want dat bitch

[Verse:]
I got a stack in every pocket, pistol on waist, liquor in my hand, no smile on my faace, hand full
dat shit, I′m finna throw away, finna ball, been countin money all day, lil boy move, big boy finna
play, blow dis shit, en′ nuttin but paper n e way, nuttin nigga money f**k nigga n e way, nigga slip
and dun took it, all I′m a say, nigga lame, he a rookie, nigga okay, finna snatch me a hoe, spend it
on bay, got fire on me, f**k it I′m a parlay, now I′m lookin for da right hoe I′m a slay.

[Chorus x2]

To all money gon nigga, f**k it I′m a hang, if she bad, and she f**k it, I′m a blow change

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:45

Plies - Rich Folk

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 1)
Im tryin to stay hood but I aint tryin to die here, I need to be able to spend money with out fear,
the kinda money I can bawl for da whole year, I wana crib so big I can dissapear, I want da marble
floors with da hangin shandleirs, I need to be able to drink yak insted of beer, I dont want a deck
behind my house I want a peir, I want a walk in closest, a closet full of gear, I wana be able to
buy 4 new whips every year, and ;eave da t.v runnin dawg while I aint here, I aint gotta worry bout
da bills cus da money der, I wana live like da rich folks up in here,

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 2)
Wen a nigga tell you he likes sellin dope hes a damn lie, cus if he did then hed sell dope for no
price, we just willin to take chances and get by, aint like we like to do it, we gotta sell by,cus
if you dont theres a good chance you goin to die, all we need is a lil money and we alright, cus
most niggas just want a peice of the good life, the worst feelin is the shit you cant buy, whats
filet mion when you aint got da money to try, all dat miracle shit dont work for my kind, one thing
about us we like to shine, guess you shouldnt expect shit if you dont wana grind

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

(versus 3)

F**k hood rich, I wana be rich for real, I dont want no gun I want a million f**kin dollar bills, be
in mind its brand new and sit it on da edge, walk into my sons room, and you cant tell if its mine
or his, I want my son to be the first one wit a wheel, I want to sen my son to collage and pay it up
for four years, let the streets be mad and tell em he anit real, the motherf**kers hate you when
good is how you live, cus nine days broke is wat da streets call real, the same mother f**kers who
cant pay there f**kin bills, take it from me bein broke, that aint trill, it feels even better bein
worth a couple mil,

(chorus)
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74
Im sick of this shit dawg, im tired of bein broke, I wana live like da rick folks,i want da house
with da big boat, I wana wake up one mornin a got a 74

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:44

Plies - Family Straight

[Intro: Plies - talkin]
You kno sum people tthat say money change erre thang I ′m hear to say
Money don′t change erre muthafuckin thing

[Chorus:]
Last ten years momma been workin′ twice a day
Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight,
My auntie got AIDS, she startin′ to lose her faith my brudda back in prison
2nd time he gone away .my dady smokin dat shit I can see it in his face
My lil cousin 16 n preganant frum a nigga 38.tryna stay on my son
Make sure he doin what his mama say.
Before ya take me God, help me get my family straight.

[Verse 1:]
I asked God why didn′t He bless me with a silver spoon
Cause if he did I′d never have to be a goon.If he gon′ change my family
I hope he do it soon.I′m tired of answerin my fone hearin bad news.
My grandma on a walker she can barely move. jus to tell meh she luv me take all
Her breath to do.she on a kidney machine I kno it′s hurtin her 2 4 times a week gotta
Get her blood drew she say the bible n prayer the only thing that get her through
Why my grandma deserve dis y god wat did she do.thought jus cause I had a lil money
I could by her a new one.she keep the family together she one I caint loose

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
My aunty got AIDS n I′m watchin her suffer why she otta die because
She fell in luv with a hustla although she dying she say she still luv em
I kno if I see em again I′ll kill dat muthafucka.only get 15 minutes to talk to my brudda
Cause he in prison gotta go see em if I wanna hug em.sum niggas willin to risk dey freedom
For thuggin jus because he made a mistake I gotta be here for em jus because I love him .
My ucle jus called found out his daughter fuckin, fuckin wen dey get 14 like it ain′t nuthin
In da hood it′s happenin 10 out of a dozen dat nigga her daddy age dat is fuckin my lil cousin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
My daddy near 50 still livin with his momma can′t even have a family reuion
It′s alwayz drama.last three months I dun lost both of my uncles.
Why my family luck bad I sit n wunda we ain′t close lyke we should be n dat is taken us
Unda.the only time we cum together is to have a funeral sit around n talk about
Each other n spread rumors.kno it′s sum of mah fault cause I don′t talk to em
For my family to be happy is all I want help my grandma fight, god I know she don′t
To see my mama retire that′s all I want hope my brudda get out to see his kids for once

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:44

Plies - Pants Hang Low

[Intro: Plies Talking]
Aye, man, muthaf**ka just told me to pull my pants up homie (What?)
Pull my pants up, I went up to that muthaf**ka and told him I′m from the hood and that′s how shit
go

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Verse 1: Plies]
I′m from the home of goon, city of the choppas
You ain′t ′bout that life, you ain′t want no problems
If you sweet and you know it, f**k it gone rob ya
Want straight yappas, f**k with no revolvers
Real street nigga, need a real good lawyer
Last two cases, bought four charges
In the hood, couple rules that you must follow
If you don′t then, slugs′a be in your body
Want my paper, get my shawty
Hustle all day, try to ride big body
Been with three dope boys, hood call ′em garbage
Will I still f**k′a, I don′t know, yeah, prolly
Just a hood nigga with alot of swag shawty
Who I hang with the most, prolly my 40
Been labeled a goon, that′s what the hood call me
Stay in the hood, ′til I die homie, that′s regardless

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Hook: Plies]
Say I′m too hood, might be
Don′t give a damn what you think about me
Say I′m a goon, that′s me
Don′t give a damn what you think about me, nigga

[Verse 2: Plies]
This where you find the most snitches, and most guns
Go four little parnters right now, on the run
Half of the city fellas supposed to have got warned
Guns stay swole every first of the month
If you ain′t got 5, you better not stunt
Hood cut throat, can′t even front
Bentley alright, get more attention than the donk
No shirt, pants saggin′ with big charm
If it ain′t top of the line, I don′t want that blunt
Geeked in this trap, come through the front
Jack boys ridin′, tryna find what they want
Ball last night, 4 g′s what I spun
Before you f**kin′ with me, better take his lunch
′Cause, if you get behind me, then I′m gon′ punch
554′s under the hood, will run
′Cause I′m from the hood, and this is how it done

[Chorus: Plies]
I let my pants (My Pants) Hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and this how shit go (I′m from the hood)
I let my pants (My pants) hang low (Hang low)
So, you better not play with my dough
′Cause if you do, 4, 4 (4, 4)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go
I let my pants my pants, hang low (Hang low)
I′m from the hood and that′s how shit go

[Hook: Plies]
Say I′m too hood, might be
Don′t give a damn what you think about me
Say I′m a goon, that′s me
Don′t give a damn what you think about me, nigga

[Outro: Mannie Fresh talking]
Yaaahhhh, ladies and gentlemen
You′re now listenin′ to the ghetto music
And, this being supplied to you by the realest in charge,
Plies, and the dude freggy fresh, yeah
Good night ya′ll

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:43

Plies - Spend The Night

[Intro: Plies - talkin]
I feel lyke havin company to night, so I jus need to find out who wanna cum
Spend tha night with me it′s a couple of things at mii house I wanna show u

[Chorus:]
Baby wanna spend tha night gotta crib that′s so tight, view is jus rite got neighbors
That are so nice baby wanna spend da night u can help me count stacks
I got dogs dat don′t bitechef cook wat u like baby wanna spend da night.

[Verse 1:]
Wanna cum n chill take on two of mah cribs show u wat I rappin is real good is
How I live goon palace my dear whisper sumthin in yo ear got my own menu rite here
All liqour no beer.got questions ask my dear what is that o that′s a peer over there is
A chandelier o this bout 5 karots in my ear.

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
O sex will get to that later, who′s dat oh dat is my waiter, she cleans and cater she
Works fo me because I pay her she take care of all yo favors tha′s cherrywood on them
Tables.them suites they wearin is tailored to gutta it ain′t in my nature.wat I do
Is shit dat cost paper look back dere them acres dat bentley I bought for dem haters
Got sattelite no cable wanna take a look at my gators o wave at em dem my neighbors
Dey cool baby dey got paper.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Pick were you wanna have sex ne wear n my house be my guess got 6 rooms you can pick
We go in my office on my dess wanna do it in tha shower then yes got maids to clean
Up our mess what I′m about to give you is the best I′m here to fix your stress
Just let me kno wen you get wet take your time gettin undressed while I take da diamonds
Off my neck cause I′m finna get in yo chess bout to put my eggs in you nest on
Yak I don′t need no rest fuck you till you out of breath wanna get spend da night den yes

[Chorus]

Outro: Plies - talkin]
Baby if spend da night u will not wanna go home I will literally have to make you go home
You ever seen da commercial were dey jump out grab the dude by the ankles and
Drag him through tha house that would be u I promise I will let you spend da night
Again baby wanna spend da nighttttt
The house that would be you

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:42

Plies - The Real Testament Intro

Ay I Like To Welcome All You Mothaf**Kers
To The Real Testament
This Where The Truth Get Told
And Bullshit Ain′t Tolerated

Before I Sell My Soul
I′ll Lose Everything
You Can Lock Me Up Cracker
Ima Get Out And Do The Same Thing
You Can Take This Rap Shit From Me
I′ll Find Another Game
Don′t Get This Shit Confused
Nigga This Was Never My Dream
Been Through What I Seen
I′d Rather Kill Myself
Before I′ll Live A Lie
Before I′ll Turn Informal
Nigga Id Rahter Fry
My Momma Lost Me To The Streets
I Told Her Don′t Cry
Told Her If She Understood Real
She Should Understand Why
The Wrong Slip In These Streets
And Crackerz Had Your Life
Had Plenty Of Money And Never Payed Tithe
Nigga Was Cought Up In This Thuggin I Apoligize
You Call The Nigga Your Dog
But Will He Realy Ride
Nigga Know How To Get Money
But Will He Testify
Give A F**K Why You Told
Snitching Something I Can′t Buy
Rather I Sell A Hundred Thousand
Or I Sell A Mill
Fact Remain The Same
Nigga I′m Still Real
Broke My Heart They Gave My
Lil Homey 15 Year
I Put A Cast On My Heart In Place Of The Tears
He Told Me Plies
I′m Living Through You
While I Been Here
The Realest Shit I Ever Heard
That Shit Gave Me Chills
Ima Get That Time Off Him
If Its Gods Will
Don′t Know When God Coming
Thats My Only Fear
Been Dranking Since I Was Sixteen
Help Me Think Clear
Don′t Come To My Funeral
If I Ain′t F**K With You While I Was Here
Some F**K Niggas In The County Now
Tryin To Get Me In There
But Niggas In Hell Want Ice Water
So I Don′t Care
The Opposite Of You F**K Niggas
Cause You A Square
I Know Of Some F**K Niggas
That Hate Me Who I Ain′t Never Met
Never Talked To Me
Never Even Seem Me Yet
The Only Thing They Know
Im Where They Tryin To Get
The Only Thing They I Know
Respect It Or Check It
Cause I Don′t Know Yout Shit
I Been Dealin With Envy Nigga
Every Since I Was A Git
Hated My Many Loved By The Same
So Im Even Bitch
Put My Hand On The Bible
Swear To Tell The Truth
You Liked To Here Lies
This The Wrong Cd To Listen To Nigga

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:42

Plies - Plenty Money

[Intro:]
I got plenty money I got plenty money I got plenty money
Let da streets kno I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Chorus:]
What′s in my pocket dog big face huned jus left da mall
Bought erre thang that I wanted I′m kinda of mad witchu
Haters I′m real dissapointed cause wat u didn′t tell da people
Dat I got plenty money I got plenty money

[Verse1]
I lyke mah bitches hood but my all my whips foriegn jus bought a new house
Da last one was borin 10, 000 sq.feet it feel lyke you tourin dese niggaz
Dissin me it ain′t really important.take off yo shirt nigga I bet yo ribs showin.
U niggaz starvin my money ovaflowin.jewelry game sick got all dese hoes
Adorin.catch me n da club with all da yak pourin.if I eva go to prison umma have
Plenty stories.sleep real good ain′t gotta worry.stay fresh erre day jewlry stay
Glowin.I got plenty money n all u niggas kno it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Next money guess wat I′m buyin rappers.I′m startin to feel sorry fo u lil bastards.
I′m pretty hawt yo career a disaster. I control you niggaz sumthin lyke yo master.
65 grand that round a beezle.stay frum round me if u don′t lyke 2 smell cheddar
I ain′t fuckin with da hoe cause she a big hacker.wanna kno who I′m fuckin my money
I jus married hur.she ben good 2 meh I mite 5 karot hur.ran me out da store
I brought to many plasmas.countin so much money breathin like I got
Asthma.u kno the old sayin the mo money tha merrier.

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I don′t kno why I botu da bently wen I had da masarati.wat I paid fo da goonz
Trade 140.scared 2 keep money on meh cause I will blow it.my strip club name
Is MR. WILL THROW IT.keep fire on deck n I will show it.fuq with me n get wacked
All u niggaz kno it.scared 2 dance in da club cause my fire loaded.if u don′t use it den
Don′t tote it.mo money 2 most niggas me mo whorish.mo money 2 me mean keep
Goin.haterz gettin tired my money still growin.ball all night catch a flight next mornin

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:41

Plies - Somebody (Loves You)

[Chorus: x2]
Somebody loves you baby
Oh oh ooh
Somebody loves you baby
Oooohh, ooohh

[Verse 1:]
Wish I could hug every nigga who done lost trail
And go see all da ones that visits inna while
To all da goons that′s down Wish I can help em smile
To show my niggas I love em I′ll walk a hundred miles
Bless my dawg who got killed in his own house
Help him pull through if they ont life support now
The only thang I live for is to make my son proud
My heart go out to all da young niggaz that′s runnin wild
I said ah prayer for all da mommas who done lost they child
That 12 year old who wanna fuck GOD slow it down
In life all dis? Help her to turn it round′
Please reach out nd Help her GOD before she drown

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I know dat feelin when it feel like nobody care
When you goin through yo problems itseems like nobody there
I started question myself, "If GOD really care"
Sometimes I cut off all the lights in the room and stare
Wonder if he bought me this far To drop me off here
I know it seems sometimes like Life ain′t fair
They say the only thing u can count on in dis world is prayer
I prayed so much I thought that GOD could′nthear
Cause I done been through so much bullshit this pass year
It′s hard to find muafuckaz 90 Sincere
The streets make it so hard for u to think clear
I′d give up all dis shit To have my brother here

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I gotta call from my homegirl Her momma died
Somebody home invaded nd took her momma life
I just held the phone n listened to her cry
She kept repeating herself All she asked was "why"
Could only imagine what she goin through on the inside
Cause when my brother went to prison Half me died
Ain′t nuttin but pressures in the world homie they lyin′
U gotta take da good with da bad and take it and stride
The right amount of pressure could make u commit suicide
But imagine the pressure onna nigga who can′t provide
When everything goin wrong it′s hard to do right
You goin through it right now
All I wanna say is...

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:40

Plies - 100 Years

[Intro]
My nigga e′erytime I think this shit gettin′ rough out here
for me my nigga... I just remind myself dog Monday through
Friday homie... From 8 in the mornin′ to 5 in the evenin′
dog... It′s some niggas in the court room ′round the country
my nigga... Fightin′ for they muhfuckin′ lives dog... The
crackers bannin′ niggas e′eryday my nigga

[Verse 1]
My dog went to court today they gave him fifteen
Cracker banned my lil′ nigga he was se′enteen
Young nigga don′t even know what all that time mean
Pussy ass crackers done shattered my nigga dreams
They holl′in′ mandatory they want him to do the whole thang
Nigga showed up in court on my dog and did his thang
Nigga did my nigga now I got to bust his brain
Nigga woulda did me my dog′d do the same
His lady callin′ me cryin′ and now I feel her pain
Tired of losin′ all my niggas to the chain gang
In thirty minutes a nigga whole life can change
Cracker over sinister niggas when this shit gon′ change?

[Chorus]
Pussy ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years
Have ya mama leavin′ out the courtroom in tears
Crackers don′t love to have a nigga breathin′ for real
Take a nigga life from him they don′t know how it feel
Pussy ass cracker give a nigga a hundred years
Have ya mama leavin′ out the courtroom in tears
Crackers don′t love to have a nigga breathin′ for real
Take a nigga life from him they don′t know how it feel

[Verse 2]
Ain′t talked to my dog yet but I know he sick
Next fifteen years of his life behind a fence
Cracker find a nigga guilty and hit him wit′ the bench
Gave one of my dogs twenty-seven on his first offense
The time they givin′ the nigga for the crime ain′t makin′ sense
They jacked the number up now it′s eighty-five percent
They did that to make you fuck niggas out there snitch
And put conspiracy in the game to railroad the click
And crackers feel like niggas ain′t got no common sense
A nigga paper ain′t right they banned off the rip
A public defender don′t get you shit but a long trip
And judge sentencin innocent niggas without a guilt

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
How in the fuck can fo′ birds get you a life sentence?
But give a cracker seven years for money launderin′ millions
Shoot a nigga in the leg they sentence you like you killed ′em
Cracker catch you wit′ that iron and throw you under the buildin′
You a nigga that mean you guilty ′til proven innocent
MOney talk and bullshit walk a thousand miles
You ain′t got a paid lawyer then don′t go to trial
Crackers owe each other favors, they′ll swap ya out
"You give us him, we′ll give you him" know what I′m talkin′ ′bout
Nigga took thirty years on a cop out
Fuck you get thirty years for breakin′ in a bitch house?
Crackers playin′ a dirty game boy this shit wild

[Chorus]

[music out]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:40

Plies - 1 Day

[Intro: Speaking]
Man I hope y′all can excuse me for a little minute man. Just sitting here thinking about my lil
partner who just got killed
It′s wild dog, how the mother fucker you love the most, seem like them the ones who always die
first
Dog I just wish I had the opportunity to just bring my nigga back for 1 day hommie.

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show′em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

[Verse 1:]
God give me my nigga for 24 hours, so we can ride and laugh at these pussy ass cowards
Hit the liquor store, park and just talk for hours
Show′em how after a nigga die, how they loose they power
Nigga forget about you dog, after they give you them flowers
O′l tryflin ass baby mom, then got wilder
Now she fucking that nigga you robbed with the pink impala
And like I told you before dog that hoe sour
And you can fuck these hoes dog but don′t howl em
Bitch you ain′t got shit dog, money arouse them
After a nigga dead and gone they loose they value
Hoe cried at your funeral, and changed right after

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show′em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

[Verse 2:]
When you first died niggas set around your momma all day
But since your funeral them niggas ain′t went that fucking way
Thought when you die your dog suppose step to the plate
You ain′t got to worry, I gotta I′m make sure she straight
Make you question if the love was real or was it fake
Outta sight, outta mind guess it′s true what they say
When you was here them was the main niggas in your face
You ain′t gotta deal with them fuck niggas, you in a better place
I almost cried when I seen your son the other day
You couldn′t deny that one, boy look like you all the way
I thought love was forever, I guess that ain′t the case
First you die, then they bury u, then niggas walk away

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show′em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

[Verse 3:]
I′m sitting right here hommie, eyes full a tears
Never thought that pain last this many years
One thing I learned from all this shit, life real
Rep your name till I die, hommie that′s how I feel
Watched how everything changed, since you got killed
Two days after you died, niggas broke in your crib
Niggas saying your lil cousin, the one who stole your wheel
This shit probably shouldn′t fuck with me, but it really is
Motherfuckers showed me what shisty really is
What going to happen after I die, one of my biggest fears
Seeing what my partner then been through, got me scared as hell
I pray the god my life don′t end like his

[Chorus:]
Wish I could bring my nigga back for 1 day, taking by the daycare to see his son play
Then go to show′em how his baby mom then went astray
And how the fuck niggas that claim they love him then walked away [x2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:39

Plies - Runnin My Momma Crazy

[Intro]
Hey mama (hey mama)... Know I ain′t never tell you this
befo′ (I ain′t never tell you this befo′)... but it really
hurt me knowin′ I′m runnin′ you crazy (know I′m runnin′
ya crazy)... I wanna talk to ya real quick (wanna talk to ya mama)

[Verse 1]
My momma told me while I run these streets she can′t sleep
Her phone ring late at night she think somethin′ happened to me
Her nerves so bad right now she can′t even watch T.V
She turn her head everytime she see the police
She scared to look ′cause it might be me in the back seat
Whenever she hear about a shootin′ her heart skip a beat
She heard the feds was in town her knees got weak
She know I′m at the house the only time she at peace
Her blood pressure through the roof all because of me
Her favorite words is "dope ain′t the only way to eat"
She told me the other day she hope I don′t die in these streets
I just pray to God she don′t wipe her hands wit′ me

[Chorus]
I′m a goon to the streets but to my momma I′m still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin′ now got nothin′ to do wit′ how you raised me
Shit killin′ me to know I′m runnin′ my momma crazy
Goon to the streets but to my momma I′m still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yaself you a hell of a lady
Shit Im doin′ now got nothin′ to do wit′ how you raised me
Shit killin′ me to know I′m runnin′ my momma crazy

[Verse 2]
Remember the nights me sittin′ up in a cold cell
I′m wakin′ ya up out′cha sleep it′s me callin′ you from jail
You ain′t say it but I know inside you mad as hell
You called off from work just to bond me out of jail
I get in trouble I call you seem like it never fail
Can hear you now "boy you need to sit ya ass down somewhere"
I come and eat I take a shower then I′m out of there
I know I′m stressin′ ya at times seem like I don′t care
You wrote bad checks for me to have somethin′ to wear
You risked ya freedom for me nowadays that′s real rare
Everytime I think about the shit I wanna shed a tear
That′s why I buy ya somethin′ for Father′s Day every year

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
You did the best you could wit′ me and I love you for that
Wanted me to stay in school but that ain′t where my heart was at
I got exposed to the streets and fell in love wit′ stacks
And all the times I hurt you wish I could take it back
When daddy left us you stepped up and took his slack
I know I′m selfish and feelin′s is somethin′ I know I lack
The shit I′m doin′ now I know you raised me better than that
You showed me how to be a man and showed me how to act
Sometimes I wonder how you still proud I′m ya son
After all the stuff I took ya through and all the shit I done
Well like ya told me when God want me how I can′t run
Before he take me want you to know how much I love ya mom

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Think I′m speakin′ for every street nigga ′round the world... I
don′t think we sit down long enough sometimes... Just to
realize what we takin′ our momma through... It hurt me to know
dog... That I′m runnin′ my momma crazy... And it′s really
killin′ me to know... that I′m helpin′ killin′ my momma..

[music to fade]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:39

Plies - Me & My Goons

[Chorus: x2]
I keep a couple killas round me wen I move cause
I don′t fuck with a lot of dudes, you won′t rob me but I mite
Rob youbut wen you see me you gon see my goons

[Verse 1:]
Couple niggaz on my right couple nigga on my left but I am a muthafuckin killa mii self
Got my glock 40 rite under mii belt hit you with this burner you will melt I only hang
W/ my goons n nobody else so you betta keep yo hands to yo self.wen I say I′m ready
We gon′ step if you ain′t got enough guns then you gon′ need sum help.
Make sure this wat you want b4 we shoot u to death.cause we a lil silly with this shit
Which is bad fo yo health.all of us stay with it all of us stay strapped dat is why I keep
All my goonz on deck.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Smell da liquor on my breath smell da dro on my skin look dey throwing big faces in da wind
I am not friendly and I′m not your friend got a thousand huned in my right hand.wen
Eva ya′ll ready let tha shootin game begin I′m walkin kind of slow cause my five big
Ethier ya′ll gon′ chill or we gon′ mess up ya′ll gig we all crazy cause all us bent
My goonz paranoid please don′t flip cause all my goonz ain′t got good sense
We all dead drunk n all us lit but I luv my goonzs cause dey tote dey shit

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I ain′t cum so low tonite I′m w′ my clique I havent seen her since I fucked dat bitch
And I have′nt called her so I kno she sick pushed her off on da goons and let 1
Of dem hit.cause I gotta stay focused cause dese niggaz real slick you will not rob me
N turn round n sell my shit keep my eyes open cause it happen real quick

[Chorus x2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:38

Plies - All Black

[Chorus x2]
I′m on sum otha shit I′m dressed in all black I′m with my niggas dem an all of us strapped
We on that killa shit sumbody gettin wacked you kno I mean business wen I′m in all black

[Verse 1:]
It ain′t kno faking nigga you see da key I′m in baby nine on me easy to cuff it den I feel
invisible
I′m on that cup of hen extended clip in dis bitch shootin more den ten put on that black tee took of
dat polo man
Try to slide on me an I′m a spray yo ass an in that back pocket I keep dat black mask an let him run
down I bet I flip his ass
I′m ridin tinted windows no more clear glass one thing about me nigga I don′t flag I keep on in the
head no time to cock at back
You know I mean business wen I′m in all black

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Heard it′s sum pussy niggas round hear talkin stupid you niggas playin gangsta
Who u think u foolin u must not kno me nigga u did u kno I pull it murk sum on sight
You kno I fuckin do it put stacks on nigga heads you kno ain′t nothin to it
I gotta sum young niggas who love drawin stupid an 4 a stank nigga they will leak yo body fluid fo
25 huned they will get real stupid shoot at you for 30 days
Niggas with dat fuckin ozzy these niggas terrorize until I tell em cool it thanks to you fuck niggas
you kno I keep that fuckin tooly I′m dressed in all black jus like a scary movie

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Jus had a dream dawg killed my first rap nigga I hit him with dat yoppa it was such a sad picture I
let dat yoppa go hit him with five quick ones
All head shots shoot nothin but straight missles r.I.p dawg rest in peace pussy nigga I perfer
yoppas cause dem bullets get dere quicker I′ve ben attracked to them since I was little
I dressed in all black jus like a fuckin killa

[Chorus x2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:38

Plies - Friday

[Chorus]
Damn my P.O. I ain′t gon′ stop grindin′
Violate me if ya want gon′ have to come find me
Lookin′ for me in the streets I′m somewhere shinin′
Live every gotdamn day like it′s Friday
Damn my P.O. I ain′t gon′ stop grindin′
Violate me if ya want gon′ have to come find me
Lookin′ for me in the streets I′m somewhere shinin′
Live every gotdamn day like it′s Friday

[Verse 1]
Tell the feds if they comin′ they better come now
They got my chips straight now I′m ready to retire
I ball ′til I fall homie thug ′til I die
And if I died today I know I′ll probably fry
But if I hit the right lick I can live nice
Think I′m scared to go get it you gotdamn lie
My money go to lookin′ funny I′m gettin′ on seventy-five
Non-stop homie straight to the Cuban′s island
I like to get money, fuck hoes, and rock ice
Give a damn who don′t like it, it′s my life
That′s why I drank e′eryday dog and stay high
Catch me in the strip club lettin′ money fly
And goin′ broke the only thing that can make me cry
I told my P.O. she can′t change me don′t even try
The street life got me gone I don′t know why
Tryna at least see a couple mill′ ′fore I die

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Before I went to sleep I prayed for a hundred squares
Told God he′ll bless me if He really cared
Know you fuck niggas prayin′ for me to get killed
Know you crackers wish you could give me a hundred years
That′s why I ball and stunt for the niggas in jail
Cracker gon′ have to kill me ′fore they put me in a cell
Nigga told me to turn myself in I told him "go to Hell"
′Cause if they want me they better do they job and that′s real
Worst thang they can do is hold me with no bail
Until that shit happen been done ran across a whole mill′
I thug it out ′til the end homie that′s how it is
Life too motherfuckin′ short for me to sit still
I can′t leave these streets nigga they pay my bills
I gotta be dead in prison nigga for me to chill
I asked a trick the other day why he pop pills
He told me I′ll pop ′em too if I knew how it feel

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I wake up e′ery mornin′ lookin′ for a money bag
When a nigga died and he was broke then he died sad
If I was on my dick you niggas′ll be glad
Squeeze eights on the donk just to make you mad
′Long as my heart still beatin′ nigga I′mma get cash
Live every motherfuckin′ day like it′s my last
Indictment money in my pocket and ′Gnac in my system
Need every muhfuckin′ day to feel like Christmas
Heard the crackers downtown givin′ out big nimbles
I know some motherfuckin′ Haitians givin′ out tickles

[Chorus]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:37

Plies - I Am The Club

[Intro]
This here a message homie to anybody who possibly gon′ be in the
club that I′m goin′ in tonight homie... You better gon′ head & get′cha
shine on before I get to the club dog...

[Chorus]
Let me think tonight, what I′mma do at the club?
Might show up tonight, just to throw dubs
Or I might buy the bar to fuck wit′ the scrubs
How I feel tonight shawty I am the club
Let me think tonight, what I′mma do at the club?
Might show up tonight, just to throw dubs
Or I might buy the bar to fuck wit′ the scrubs
How I feel tonight shawty I am the club

[Verse 1]
Parked the whip out front jumped out stuntin′
Neck full of jewels whole pocket full of money
All the goons around me so you know I′m comin′
Half a brick in my pocket ten stacks on me
Better let me ball you don′t want no problem homie
Last problem in the club somebody start dumpin′
I′m the main attraction y′all peons
Got a dope boy knot on me, no one′s
Came through the side do′, slid wit′ my gun
Somebody daughter gettin′ it the question which one
′Gnaced up and on good ′dro, body numb
Let me show you how a real goon have fun

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Y′all in trouble tonight we got the club locked
We ain′t dancin′ over here all we do is bop
One thang fa sho we got them hammers cocked
Look at all the dimes sweat us, they comin′ by the flock
Look at the lil′ hater over there, got him hot
Seen him lookin′ at me so I held up a knot
I don′t know if you know homie I run the spot
And don′t ′cha play wit′ me, you ain′t got enough shots
Order mine straight up, drank it on the rocks
Been in the club five minutes and done closed shop
How can one nigga be this gotdamn hot?
I don′t know if it′s me it might be the watch

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Slid through the club late all I need is a hour
Like they told me lil′ homie money is power
Ran the streets all day I′m fresh out the shower
Watch how a goon rock let me show you my volume
Check my track record homie all I beat is stallions
I done smashed already shit you can have her
If you want her better catch her better gon′ snatch her
Want straight animals over here, no hackers
Better put the cuffs on her ′fore the goons pack her
When we leave the club watch you follow after
Y′all ain′t groupies baby stop bein′ embarrassed
This one here in the book, this a closed chapter

[Chorus]

[music out]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:37

Plies - I Kno U Workin

[Chorus:]
Ol′ police ass nigga, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a bitch up, gone make a nigga hurt em
That nigga poison dawg, a bitch need to murk em
What the f**k you mean nigga I know you workin [x2]

[Verse 1:]
That nigga name all through a bitch black and white
That nigga told them crakers shit that they didnt that even ask
Went FEDs, got out and acted like it′s alright
That nigga you snitched on, shit them crakers gave em life
You know that f**k nigga the police and you and that nigga tight
Ridin wit that f**k nigga like that nigga right
A birds of a feather flock together yall just alike
And yall copy from the f**k nigga and buyin pipe
How you gone break bread wit a nigga, dawg you know you trif
These niggas go from real to f**k niggas over night
You can′t flip it now you police for life
And stay from around me f**k nigga you aint my type

[Chorus:]
Ol′ police ass nigga, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a bitch up, gone make a nigga hurt em
That nigga poison dawg, a bitch need to murk em
What the f**k you mean nigga I know you workin [x2]

[Verse 2:]
And how I feel nigga I might wack you on the high
Since you can′t seem to close yo Pussy ass mouth
You Got nigga spooked niggas scared to go to trial
See yall police ass niggas came back in style
Settin niggas you pussy niggas gone wild
Brokin niggas off takin niggas from they child
I want to kill all you pussies put ya all in a pile
In every click it′s a potential snitch hangin ′round
Got the fxck from around you niggas, moved out of town
Nigga you stay too long nigga ya fed bound
A nigga that told on his brother to knock his time down
Nigga you tell on one of my peoples Im gunnin ya ass down

[Chorus:]
Ol′ police ass nigga, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a bitch up, gone make a nigga hurt ya
That nigga poison dawg, a bitch need to murk em
What the f**k you mean nigga I know you workin [x2]

[Verse 3:]
Tell ya son the truth nigga his daddy′s a pussy
If you was real you would have got ya little time and took it
Instead of being a soulja fxck nigga you turned cookie
You think this snitchin shitt sweet, you really think you whippin
You gone come home one night a bitch gone be in them bushes
Them crackers aint gone be able to protect yo ass then pussy
So why you roamin these streets nigga you betta be lookin
Fo that Nigga snitched on ya people dawg dont givin no cushion
Murk that pussy ass nigga nawl dont whippin
You took yo people life so his life needs to be tooken
Them choppa bullets through his head, where you need to put them
Dead or livin fxck nigga you′ll forever be pussy

[Chorus out:]
Ol′ police ass nigga, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a bitch up, gone make a nigga hurt ya
That nigga poison dawg, a bitch need to murk em
What the f**k you mean nigga I know you workin [x2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:36

Plies - Bushes

[Intro:]
Ay bra drop us off right here
Right here the blue house bra
Ay bra let′s get in these bushes
When that fuck nigga get here he gets it

[Hook:]
You don′t know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish
Keep bullshittin nigga I′mma be right in yo bushes

You don′t know it but I done peeped where you stay pussy
Bitch you gettin to yo house, I be right in yo bushes
Jump out with that choppa, actin real foolish
Keep bullshittin nigga I′mma be right in yo bushes

[Verse 1:]
But get dropped off with them goons late night
We gone dug off with them choppas and sit tight
Lay right in yo bushes until you come back
And when we finish them crackas gone have to put you on ice
Nigga jumpin up out them bushes ain′t nothin nice
We gone throw some shit but ain′t gone be rice
Hollow points gone be whistlin comin back to back
Nigga we murkin we ain′t worried bout you buckin back
We ain′t come for the money we come for yo life
Nigga we patient with this shit we′ll lay all night
We done did it before laid till the sunlight
You don′t know it yet but fuck nigga you gettin wiped

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Got on my monkey suit layin in this wet grass
Got me hot pussy I wanna give it to you bad
Soon as you turn up in this bitch we puttin it on yo ass
Fuck niggas that run they mouths don′t last
Me and my goons don′t argue nigga we toe tag
You ain′t do it right them crackas gone bring them body bags
Wanna see what you do when you see that ski mask
Want see you smile for that yoppa when you see it flash
We ain′t gone let you get out we shootin thru yo glass
Walkin to yo car shooting that choppa lookin mad
Bustin from the front, the goons bustin from the back
Clique of young niggas gettin off in all black

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
My goons lurk all day lookin for spots
Tryin to find where you layin and what you got
Might done followed you home weither you know it or not
Until we peep something nigga we circling the block
Keep them yoppas on deck so we ready to squab
Nigga ridin all mornin since 7 o′clock
I′m on yak they on pills we ready to wile
So if you slippin and we peep you we ready to plie
Four yoppas fifty rounds two hundred shots
All us ridin with big toolies no glocks
All the yoppas off safety no locks
Better hope yo bushes ain′t our next spot

[Hook]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:35

Plies - Fuck U Gon Do Bout It

[Intro]
Iono, bra
For some reason tonight I feel like
I can do what da fuck I wanna do

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

[Verse 1]
Got money, I can buy bottles
Keep one in the head this big fourty
Take somethin′ from me, I′m gon′ off ′em
Fuckin′ with me, it′s gon′ cost ′em
No, no, I ain′t on blue dolphins
Yea, yea, the ′gnac got me talkin′
The big ′gar in my mouth keep me coughin′
′N all this cash keep me flossin′
Jewelry on, can′t keep these hos off me
Caked up, look how I′m walkin′
Fuck-nigga, cross me, I′m gon′ spark ′em
Made-nigga, look how I′m bossin′

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

[Verse 2]
Four stacks, I can get you killed
Real nigga, that′s how I′m built
Stop waitin′, I do not slip
Flaggin′, will get you flipped
Choppa, ain′t sold them there
Don′t like me, I don′t care
Care for what, I′ma millionaire
Tight jeans, somethin′ I don′t wear
Pistol, can′t fit it in there
Fuck-niggas, somethin′ I don′t spare
Pussy, smells in the air
Stay strapped, go anywhere

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

[Verse 3]
Yea, nigga I am him
No, I don′t fuck wit′ them
Rob me, naw, that′s slim
′Cause goons, I got plenty them
Fourty, knock off yo′ limbs
Head shots, aimin′ at yo brim
Fuck them niggas, I don′t fear ′em
Kill that nigga when I see ′em
Money, buy one of you niggas
Ridin′ with finga on my trigga
Sleep wit′ a hand on my pistol
Made me kill one of you niggas

[Hook-2x]
Yea, I′m drunk plus I′m vibin′
Pistol in my pocket and I′m wildin′
Got all my jewelry on and I′m clownin′
Nigga, what da fuck you gon do about it

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:34

Plies - Money Straight

[Intro]
Hey nigga... It ain′t no motherfuckin′ secret no mo′ nigga... Yeah
I got my motherfuckin′ chips straight now nigga... You bitch ass
niggas better hope I don′t go broke nigga... ′Cause if I do I′mma
be layin′ in yo′ motherfuckin′ bushes nigga haha!

[Chorus]
I′m ridin′ on twenty-eights (you know my money straight)
I drink ′Gnac e′eryday (you know my money straight)
Ask the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I′m in the mall e′eryday (you know my money straight)
I′m ridin′ on twenty-eights (you know my money straight)
I drink ′Gnac e′eryday (you know my money straight)
Ask the strippers do I play (you know my money straight)
I′m in the mall e′eryday (you know my money straight)

[Verse 1]
I′m a animal in the club beast in the mall
If you want it better cop it ′fore I buy it out
Finna show you lil′ rookie ass niggas how to ball
Don′t you size me lil′ nigga if ya money small
Got choppers and money so I′m ready for war
Got a glock forty pin yo′ ass to the wall
Drop ten on the eights like to sit tall
And if you want the ho tell me I′ll buy her dog
I drink ′Gnac don′t fuck wit′ Cris′ at all
Draggin′ bags nigga bust stacks in the mall
You smoke regular or ′preme homie it′s yo′ call
It ain′t shit to me nigga ′cause I′m a big dog
You don′t know when the feds comin′ so you better ball
Livin′ mine on the edge motherfuck the law
I′m gettin′ mo′ money now nigga than I done ever saw
And I can afford to smoke it a hundred dollar ′gar

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I buy whips on the regular soak ′em in candy
You know I′m in the strip club ′cause all the hoes happy
Soon as I hit the motherfuckin′ do′ I′m spendin′ cabbage
Spend somethin′ or get the fuck from ′round me crabbin′
Me and the goons caked up blowin′ money laughin′
Ask the niggas that know me I′m big dog status
It ain′t V.S.O.P. I don′t want it don′t even ask me
Blew a stack on that ho ′cause I seen you hackin′
Got my pistol on me pussy nigga that′s why I′m actin′
′Gnaced up and doped up ready to make it happen
Rather be the nigga that e′erybody wanna rob
Then be that nigga dog that e′erybody seen starve
I get money nigga that′s my motherfuckin′ job
And I ain′t goin′ broke no mo′ nigga I swear to God
′Cause when you ballin′ nigga that′s when that hatin′ start
I know one way to go pussy and that′s hard

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I′m out right now a hundred thousand dollar bonds
Pussy ass cracker must thought a nigga ain′t have the funds
Got out the same day nigga bought mo′ guns
Beggin′ one of these fuck niggas to play dumb
So I can fuck around and give they ass the whole drum
Took plenty losses bounced back off e′ery one
Ain′t never asked one of you fuck niggas to hold somethin′
Then why you mad at me pussy ′cause you ain′t me
Ain′t been in the mall five minutes and done spent a G
Tell the truth about me pussy I′m who you wanna be
I gave her two hundred for the head ′cause I′m fuckin′ for free
If you a pussy nigga you probably don′t fuck wit′ me
How much I paid for the watch dropped fifty-three
Bought that and another crib the same week
And all my rent paid for nigga I ain′t leasin′
It′s official you fuck niggas ′cause Plies even

[Chorus]

[music out]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:34

Plies - Make A Movie

[Chorus: x2]
I′m on yak she on goosey all my niggaz keep dat tooly I′m in chevy he in duely
Me n my niggaz finna make a movie

[Verse 1:]
Sick chevy back to back I drink brown dey drink white paint wet engine tight
Dis our city we run lites hustle all day stunt at night pistol on lap who gon′ jack
Pulled up da realist pulled out tha whips time to show who got chips, my dog trippin
Left his clip liqour store buy 1 mo fifth hog in da trunk beamin n yo ear.spent a stack on
My gear.fuck dem niggaz motion picture rite here.stop this bitch let′s make a movie rite here

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Betta grab a seat n sum pop corn cause me n mii niggaz finna put on sum in tha streets
All of em strong couple my niggaz just came home ridin candy sittin on chrome pants
Hanging grill showin wild onerre set we on catch me standing on da hood of my car
We don′t play nothin but my songs dem niggaz ain′t real they jus rappin homes b4
It′s ova money gettin thrown holdin up traffic are we wrong

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
Oh tha club we gon′ shut it down ain′t no secret wen I′m n town sumbody said
Who is plies here you go couple dollars this in this corna only goons allowed
All tha goons make em proud all my dawgs on pills crowd goin wild wanna crank up da
Club put on plies time to throw money ain′t threw it in a while slangin money let it fly

[Chorus x2]

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:33

Plies - Who Hotter Than Me

[Hook:]
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga,

Who hotter than me,
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Who hotter than me,

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 1:]
How you feel hater′s ya hatin didn′t work
Thanks to ya′ll I′m the hottest thing on Earth
Got the bitches and the goons but I′m the first
Rose a couple mil and still in the verve
Catch me flushin through the city shawty no shirt
I don′t fall gonna come on the first
Blew life in the streets had em rebirth
See me on fire hater I know it gotta hurt
I′m so hood classic words
Wanna talk business what′s in the purse
Am I gon die won′t get murked
Who hotta than me nobody sir

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 2:]
Bet cha can′t name a hoe who don′t want me
Like ya can′t name a city I ain′t hot in
Make you rich but by 30 grand
On fire dawg where my fans
Tell you what to call me promoter best friend
Put yo money on me if you want win
Lot of rappers sittin home on the weekend
Got a waitin list shawty put chall off in
Can′t move me dawg from 130 grand
Try ta give me 29 if ya think I′m playin
Who runnin the streets where all the moats end
Streets done spoke shawty I′m the man

[Hook: x2]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

[Verse 3:]
Somebody put me out I′m on fire
Please tell dem fags I′m retired
Know a lot of rappers for hire
Streets don′t fuck with you, you a liar
Plies real you preaching to the choir
Yo budds in the streets expired
Count a 100 grand I′m kinda tired
Keep your hoe from round me ′fore I buy her
Goons love me I′m they supplier
Street cred don′t get no higher
Got the 40 homie cause I′m lired
Sincerely yours Mr. Pliers

[Hook:]
Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me (Ha, ha)

Gotta a question for the streets who hotter than me
Who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Gotta a question for the streets
Who hotter than who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me nigga who hotter than me
Nigga who hotter than me

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:32

Plies - Feel Like Fuckin

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′

[Chorus:]
I′m just in one of them moods, I feel like fuckin′
Wanna lay up in somethin′ wet, and punish somethin′
I want a nice lil′ baby who ain′t got on nothin′
I got a taste for some pussy, I feel like fuckin′ [x2]

Ate pussy in the shower for the first time last week
I got a confession to make to the world, I′m a freak
I think about wet pussy, all in my sleep
My fantasy is to get caught, fuckin′ on the beach

The best pussy you can get is when you gotta sneak
I call my lil′ baby a shooter; when she nut, she skeet
If I had my choice of how I′m a die, I′d be in some pussy, beatin′
Bammin′ pussy, then leave and cause a nigga cheatin′

My baby sore, cause I done fucked her twice, this evenin′
Said I fuck her so good, it feel like she dreamin′
Got her playin′ with herself for no apparent reason
Need some more of that pussy, cause a nigga feenin′

[Chorus]

All this liquor keep me horny than a motherfucker
Just text bay and ask her could I come fuck her
Only yak here, but shit, her ass in trouble
Goin′ to beat bay, so that mean no rubber

That′s my motherfuckin′ best, nigga, that′s how I cut her
We been fuckin for a while, that′s how we fuck each other
Love diggin′ in lil′ mama, cause it get gutta
Seem like that pussy go to runnin′, soon as you touch her

When I get in that pussy, I′m tryin′ to pull a muscle
Ready to come up out these boxers, so I can gon′ and fuck her
I can blame it on the liquor, if I wanna suck her
Know I′m ready to fuck bad than a motherfucker

[Chorus]

Can be four in the mornin′ or two in the afternoon
Just thinking ′bout that pussy get me in my mood
Knowin′ that pussy on it′s way, get me in my groove
Nothin′ like a bad bitch, who body smooth

Lay her flat on the bed, and look at her in the nude
Then fuck on every inch of the whole room
Money first, then pussy, then food
Around fat pussy, it′s hard to keep my cool

Gotta turn my head, so I don′t fuckin′ drool
I can tell when I want it; feel my boxers move
Yet they pussy get wet, when they want it too
Good pussy the worst thing you can ever lose

[Chorus]

[Whispering:]
I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′, I feel like fuckin′

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:32

Plies - Shit Bag

[Hook:]
Already told ya dawg, I′m a button ya ass
Nigga sizing me dawg, something I will not have
Swear to god on a stack of bibles, I′m off ya ass
Fuck around with me, you gone get that shit bag

Already done told ya dawg, I′m a button ya ass
Nigga sizing me dawg, something I will not have
Swear to god on a stack of bibles, I′m off ya ass
Fuck around with me, you gone get that shit bag

[Verse 1:]
Woke up this mornin hired me a lawyer
Told him be ready to bail me out, when I call ya
Next bitch that play with me, I′mma off em
When I pull my fire, you can gone chalk em
Nigga do somethin to me, you crazy fuck
Ain′t no fakin over here, I′m shootin yo ass up
Playin them gangsta games will get yo ass bust
Go and tell yo momma, Go and pick the church
I′ll put that muthafuckin yoppa right in yo gut
Next time you see me in these streets, I′m on high alert
So go and come with that bullshit and leave bust
Betta make sure your ready before you pull a stunt

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Try me I bet I leave yo ass in a pamper
First bitch get outta line I′m makin an example
Thinkin bout tryin me, you better go an cancel
Kill one of you bitch niggas, that′s my final answer
Have you pissin and shittin in the same bag nigga
Set yo ass on fire with this fo′ nigga
Spec the room where I′mma leave yo ass stank nigga
And ain′t leavin that house if I ain′t got my pistol
Keep playin you gonna get yo muthafuckin issue
Fuckin with the wrong nigga get yo ass crippled
Come from under my shirt shoot straight missles
Make you a part of that shit bag family nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
I Ain′t argugin and I ain′t talkin shit out
Fuck talkin nigga let′s gone shoot it out
You niggas playin like you is, this ain′t what you bout
Being pussy I never have and never will
I ain′t shooting to scare nigga I′m shootin to kill
Been bout that life nigga, I been trill
Tell you niggas straight up, Shit been real
You ain′t ready to leave then you betta chill
You niggas talkin that shit, better know yo choppa skills
Cause yo muthafuckin brains will get spilled
Fuckin round with me will get yo cap peeled
Better play with somebody else if you wanna live

[Hook]

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Plies - 2nd Chance

[Verse 1:]
I went 2 see mii nigga, he doin 17 1 of da realist niggaz I dun ever seen
Got caught with a bird his record was clean.cumin back frum dade all he needed was to speed
He was a real soldier but his partna was greed, went out with dat 40 .how is 17 yrs worth
A key shit cause 20 grand will getchu 10 a piece. he ain′t wanna hurt nobody
He was jus tryna eat.he had a real job went to work 4 days a week.said
Dis was his last trip n he was gettin out da streets.he a good nigga a second is
All he need.

[Chorus: x2]
Sum niggas made mistakes fucked up circumstances.now dey life gone prolly gon′ die in
Da pin.they dun gave up life dey put it God′s hands.wat happened to a miricale all he
Ne is a 2nd chance.

[Verse 2:]
Wish I had 2 chance 2 sentence da judge kids.n watch em beg fo dey life lyke mii
Niggas did.give dem a lyfe sentence fo sumthin dat wasn′t big.
Befo dey get granted dey appeal dey gotta do 10.u gotta be on da otha foot fo
You to understand.the scariest thing in da world is to be a black man. I wish
Wat my future hold I wish I knew in advanced.I approach lyfe erre day jus hopin
I win.alot of us already lost dey sittin in da pen.dis shit crazy cause God forgives sins.
But wen it comes to the system dat shit don′t bend.I guess it do dependin on da
Color of yo skin.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I though it was understood dat nobody was perfect how can 1 mistake make yo
Life worthless God made us all we here to serve a purpose yo life in 12 strangers
Hands n cum back w/ a verdict .but is dat fair wat if dey all was dirty.you mess up
1 time n dey cum back with 30 wat if u ain′t got money.yo hold family hurtin
Den u ain′t got a choice.u gotta cop out early but if u were rich u wouldn′t had dat
30.but wat if tha judge racist ain′t nobody around to overrun it.the system fucked up
It ain′t sturdy welcome to america home to da contraversy

[Chorus x2]

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Plies - I Chase Paper

[Intro:]
I had sumone come up to me n asked me wat do u do for a livin sir I said I chase paper wat da fuck u
think

[Chorus: x2]
I chase paper [x20]

[Verse 1:]
Hustle now sleep wen I′m dead niggaz w /money go fed grandma told meh
That′s where I′m headed gon chase paper can′t be scared all I kno I want beg
Gon′get paper I want my bread. don′t wanna pay I have yo head yoppa loaded
Unda my bed. gon′ chase paer till I′m dead how much it′s gon′ take till I′m straight
Gon′ be rich I can′t wait. all I do is paper chase. I ain′t got time to waste. I need millions on my
plate I get paper all day.

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Woke up early lukin fo a check until I′m the life of a rich I can′t rest. broke n black na that′s
Stress. wanna break bread w/ meh be mii guess. when I got paper I′m at my best.
Only money can fix my mess. gettin tired of chevys I want jets. all I need is one big
Lick. I want now not next. I want paper I don′t wanna here shit. I want mansions
He want bitches. that′s tha last thing on my list. w/o paper I am sick paper near I want it
I chase paper till I quit the mo I hustle tha mo I get

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
I lost it all I almost cried I can′t sleep I got bags unda my eyes. I need paper fuck bein tired
I need paper more then life. if I go broke I will die hustle longer than 9 to 5. can′t be broke
I got to much pride. if u go broke den dat mean suicide. ben chasin paper all my life they
Hatin on me dat aight I need haterz dey mii high the easier it get the more u try paper chaser
That is I mii brudda in prison chasin it now say oj money dat is a lie

[Chorus x2]

[Outro:]
Oh I kno all about chasin paper bruh 3 albums in sixteen months homie I kno all about chason
Paper this how we cumin out da gates bruh da realist in store december 16 wat time is 5:22 in da
mornin

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:31

Plies - Murkin Season

(Ey I Like To Welcome All You Mother Fuckers, To The Home Of The Goons, Where The Graveyards Over
Crowed And Where Choppers Is A Most)

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Stay On The Coast Nigga If You Aint Ready To Make And Shake Cause This The Home Of The Bodys Check
The Murder Rate, Money Is Key The Only Thing Be The Murder Case So You Better Kill Him If You Dont
Want Him At Your Court Date, You Coming Better Come With Them Choppers And Dont Fake Cause If You
Bullshitin Youll One Who Get Erased This Niggas Murkin Out Pussy Nigga In Broad Day, And Where Ever
U Get Caught Slipping At Thats Where You Lay, And Like They Say Nigga No Face No Case As Long As
This Goons Are Lurkin The Streets Aint Save The More Rounds You Shoot A Nigga The Less Aim It Take
Its Murkin Season So You Pussys Stay Out The Way

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

[Verse 2:]
And Murkin Season Dont End This Shit Get Around, It Aint Neva Dropping Murkin Season Dont Slow Down
Its Impossible Too Many Choppers Floating Round This Young Niggas They Sick With It With Dat Four
Pound,They Cut It 12 And All They Talk About Is Murkin Out,Old Lady Said She Woke Up By That Chopper
Sound, Said She Gat Out Of Bed And Laid Right Down From What I Heard Them Crackers Found 120 Rounds,
Four Mother Fucking Dead Bodys Layin On The Ground, Nigga Bend On It Now Who Gonna Get Offer?
Running Your Fuck Box You Better Watch How You Choose Your Words And Niggas Sendin Treats Pussy You
Gat Alot Of Nerves, Nigga Leav Your Mother Fucking Brains On The Curve This Aint The Eightis Dawg
Niggas Gettin Murk Every Where You Turn You See Dead Niggas On T-Shirts Every Time I Pass By The
Graveyard I See A Herb

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

[Verse 3:]
Not Respecting This Streets What Gat You Niggas Fucked, That Pussy Nigga Aint Bout It He Know How To
Play Tough, Runnin Your Dick Suck In Flag Would Get You Chopped Up I Know Plenty Of Niggas Like You
Dat Done Gat Touched You Talk Alot Cause You Gat A Chopper That Iant Enough I Know 100 Niggas With
Choppers Blowing Your A Bust, You Gat The Mind For A Killer But You Aint Gat The Nuts You Gat The
Front Game Down Packed But You Aint Gat The Nut, You Probably Gat Off Before But You Aint Wack
Nothing, And You Cant Play Games Boy The Streets Real Trying To Impress A Mother Fucker Goin To Get
You Niggas Killed Murkin Season Is Official Boy This Shit For Real

[Chorus:]
You Caught Slippin Crackers Goin To Find Your Ass Not Breathin, 100 Holes In Your Ass And Your Body
Licking, Nigga Ridin With Them Drums Nigga For A Reason, Down Here We In The Middle Of Murkin Season
[x2]

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Plies - Heard Of Me

[Intro: Plies talkin]
Not a typical nigga (have you heard of me)
Boy I think I′m bout go n all the way on this one (have you heard of me)
One thing about me home boy I don′t play no muthafuckin games(have you heard of me)

[Verse 1:]
Kept it muthafuckin gutta from day one right now homie the streets I run how am this hot and a award
I ain′t won cause I ain′t a industry nigga alright son but you will pay me for what I′ve done take
tha industry relationship cause I don′t want none don′t want the fame of this shit you can have it
shoulda just took tha money n then run that ain′t how a real nigga play it where I′m from stay n get
the whole thing and then sum I dun sold gold what′s next platinum dun sold ova a million records
ain′t that sumthin

[Chorus:]
May neva see me on tha cover of a magazine cause I ain′t willin 2 kiss be seen copperate mad at me
cause dey can′t fuck me I′m who these haterz hatin I′m 3rd degree say I′m to gutta homie 4 t.v. I′m
who these white folks don′t want they kids 2 see but I′m the new owners of these fuckin streets go
by tha name of plies have you heard of me.

[Verse 2:]
Erre since me erre body claiming real most you niggas pussy that′s how I feel can be the best rapper
an gotta tell lies I couldn′t be dat cause all I do is fantasize how you cookin dope you wearin
suites n ties
This industry a joke they publicize just don′t go to yo parties if you don′t fuck with plies to all
my fans I apologize
Want me to cross ova fuck dat side jus a real nigga out of Ft.Meyers I got principles nigga dats wat
I live by
I ain′t got rap feature n I′m still alive not 1 my 3rd album is u suprised worth my investment ask
atlantic records do I let shit slide ring tone numbas 1.5

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
Copperate scared of me cause I ain′t safe dey don′t know wat da fuck dat I might say in da type of
game dat they play I don′t wear tight jeans or rock shades umma trendsetter I go my own way I make
it hard on the radio dat the streets praise you can stop countin on questions dese days ever heard
of a nigga dat say fuck me nigga either a rapper or a wannabe jus want me to kill em on gp say I
ain′t lyrical well I′m sorry b dropped out of college ain′t earned my degree but at my bank dey love
me his favorite rapper ain′t hot but he mad at me I can make me hot for a small fee da streets don′t
want em I′m sorry

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Plies - On My Dick

Bra if yo cash ain′t right, right now dawg shit just fucked up right now dawg u done took
A lost when a bitch don′t wanna give you nothing dawg telling you dawg u can make something happen

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 1:]
When a nigga money fucked up it′s hard for him to think straight
Seem like a nigga life in park when he ain′t got cake
First thing that cross a bitch mind shid he gotta take
U can stay broke forever or u can make a shape
Cause when u broke bitch talk to u any kinda way
U on ya dick bitch don′t wanna here shit u gotta say
If u ain′t built for this street shit den get out the way
Cause when a nigga broke everybody′s fucking gravy
U either get money out chere or u fucking hate
U think a nigga gone give u something den keep waiting
U betta suck up yo mufucking pride and chase it
Cause when a nigga broke he ain′t pose to have patients

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 2:]
I don′t kno if god trying to punish me or my luck just bad
I don′t kno which one of em it is but I need some fucking cash
I rather be in prison broke then out here without a stash
They say when it rains it purs then how will it last
Before I let it rain on me I′m a let a bitch crash
With all black on chie 5 and ske mask
The streets judge off wat u got not wat u had
I took a lost and it hurt me fucked me up bad
It ain′t no feeling in the world like loosing ya last
I ain′t got no choice I′m fucked up gotta bounce back
Seems like it take forever to get to get it but u can loose it fast
I rather a mufucka vist me while sitting behind a glass

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

[Verse 3:]
The nigga that invented robbing I bet he was broke
Cause when u fucked up out her it ain′t no fucking joke
And all bets off when a nigga money low
A nigga willing to take chances he ain′t neva took before
And willing to cross a mufucka for the love of the dough
I can′t fault nigga cause I done did that shit before
If u gone take it just be ready to play it how it go
It′s every nigga for self this shit cut throat
I bet I past me a nigga for he past me tho
For every nigga balling it′s a hundred niggas hunting
I don′t kno if he told but these yung niggas thuggin
So why u outta balling it′s some niggas riding lucky

[Chorus: x2]
My money looking funny nigga just making it barely shit ain′t how it use to be nigga ain′t
Fronting the package gotta choke me a bitch outta something I gotta have it I′m on my
Dick dawg gotta make something happen

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:29

Plies - Watch Dis

[Intro:]
Ay bra, I woke up this mornin bra
And I check my stash dawg (check my stash dawg)
And my cash was lookin truly beautiful (truly beautiful)
I think I′m goin out stuntin today (whaaaaat)

[Hook:]
Watch dis
Man I can′t wait for the summer
I′mma show you how to be a stunna
Watch dis
Pull up in a brand new hummer
Got it like 3 different colors
Watch dis
Stones on my neck and my wrist
Matchin the paint on my whip
Wha-wha-watch this
Take about 3 to the crib
Betcha don′t do it like this

Watch dis
Man I can′t wait for the summer
I′mma show you how to be a stunna
Watch dis
Pull up in a brand new hummer
Got it like 3 different colors
Watch dis
Stones on my neck and my wrist
Matchin the paint on my whip
Wha-wha-watch this, Watch this

[Verse 1:]
I don′t feel right, ain′t got enough haters
Somebody send me some, so I can aggravate them
You ain′t in my league dawg
You ain′t got no fuckin paper
I done fucked her
I′mma let you chase her
Yo money ain′t right dawg
Better stay yo ass home
I′m in my stunt mode
Better cut yours on
I broke a record throwin money, 20 straight songs
I got my hammer cocked
Pussy I′m in my fuckin zone (fuckin zone)
Just let me ask you sumthin, how you gonna rob a goon
Try me if you wanna, be a dead nigga comin soon
Somethin under my shirt (somethin under my shirt)
Will change your attitude
I lay my stunt down, give me some fuckin room

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
Well since you brought it up, let′s talk about money
That little shit you got, No real came from it
That shit you doin dawg
We call that shit frontin
Ol peon ass nigga, you ain′t spent nothin
You niggas round here talkin
It′s time to show something
You want it but can′t afford it
Then you ain′t really stuntin
Check my resume, nigga I′m known for dumpin
Park in front of the club, And left my shit runnin
Jack boys send em please so I can bun em
Touch me if you want, I bet them fuckin goons comin
That carbine 15 will leave yo pussy ass jumpin
Class in session nigga, Watch me and learn somethin

[Hook]

Watch this, this, this

Дата написания: 27 Февраля 2024 19:44:29