DJ Drama Album

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Chorus
{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x2

This aint rap its a drive by
this shit is real catch yo man slipin walkin outtaa popeyes
the bullets fly though your bag fly through your drink
the bullets cut a man down blood on your mink
theres blood in the street you see the crowd forming
you had a show for the the crowd you puttin on performing
take a bow its kinda hard you on the ground twitching
your brotha hoppin you recover downtown snitching
i know who did it the niggas from the other side
they recognise my face and know ma brother right
menwile in the hood chevis still rollin'the fiends still smokin'
the cops still patrolling sing sing is the shooters the gargoyles
how you want it you can get it beefchar boil
the mongolian we get them forties in
down south trafficking bring your homie in

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{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x4

welcome to the midwest firearm central mad traphouses and dope aint rentals
in the club stunting we sweating mad bitches
airbrushed 2pc backdrop pictures
flick it up homie lift it up homie
hennesy its a tab pick it up homie
u pick it up nigga i aint payin for shit
ill see you outside im spraying ma shit

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{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x4

its money weed and crack police cars and guns
leather coats and cardiers air ones
where im from its real for the cromas we kill
for a piece of the pie somebody gotta die
and not to mention the whole thing
a key loyd buck fifty yo face no co creme
its mad obituaries printed out like kincoes
we gettin' money gettin' high nigga poppin' click o

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see it used to be money power respect
now its money power respect and Hip-Hop
and it take a naton a millions to hold us back
call me public enemy number 1
nigga AMG embassy
this is how its done

Gangasta Grizillz.
Vechinno this ones for you

(feat. Nelly, T.I., Diddy, Jazze Pha, Yung Joc, Willie The Kid, Young Jeezy, Twista)

[Hook:]
I got 5000 ones lookin for tha baddest bitch in tha club
I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp I'm throwin it up
I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her

[Verse 1: T.I.]
See me when I walk in ain't nothin to it
Brought ten stacks to the back then threw it
Make it rain
Ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it Mayne

You the next best thang
I'm the hottest mayne
You Talk that shit
I'm bout it mayne
We way over here
We out your range
Don't try to be G
That's not your thang
You try me G
That glock gon bang
K-I-N-G that's not gon change
I'm rich bitch I don't care bout no fame
Cause If all else fails I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV with it
Still in tha hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 4 4 see me with it
If a nigga runnin up bet believe he get it
See us in da club nigga we be trippin
Niggaz rap bout that shit we livin
7, 8, stacks on 2 or 3 bitchez
Sucka niggaz over there hatin we chillin
I ran out of ones so go back get more
Say shawty bend it over back real slow
Jack dat azz up grab that pole
Show me you bout that action hoe

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I got 5000 ones lookin for tha baddest bitch in tha club
I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp I'm throwin it up
I'm lookin for her I'm lookin for her
Stacks so fat rubberbands can't hold [x3]
It no They can't hold it no they can't hold it no

[Verse 2: Yung Joc]
Eeenie meenie miny moe
I'm lookin for tha direction this money bout to go
I'm bout to throw I'm bout to blow
We pop bottles
Me and tha whole clique certified shot callas
Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin off the chain like rotweilers
5000 Ones throw em up then stop stallin
See I'm lookin for tha baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch

[Verse 3: Willie Da Kid]
5000 10, 000 20
Ones in my hand that's good money
Runs in my fam we get money
She pop that thang she get that
That money fallin like rain
I'm V.I.P. that's champaigne
I'm K.I.D. do my thang
And yes indeed I got change
Or shall I say I got papa
Stack money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly papa
She pop that thang she get that
She make it hot like wasabbe
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand rite beside me
And I tsunami lil mommy

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[Verse 4: Young Jeezy]
They call me young
My money long
I make it rain
Now loose yo thong
Now loose yo bottems
Now loose yo top
You saw what I just spent
I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car
Maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch tha fiths on a shoppin trip
5000 Ones yeh you kno young with it
So high up in tha air she need a flight 2 go get it
Still Mr. Magic City
You know tha replacements
This is wat I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to onyx I bring onyx to tha condo
Call lil bro bring me 20 grand pronto

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[Verse 5: Twista]
It's tha Twista and can't nobody hold him
Tha money tha stacks that we makin you can't nobody fold em
Get love in tha strip club
Gotta nigga feelin so freaky they askin is u rollin
Yeh makin it rain is automatic when
Said if you trickin you got it
Pimpin is a habit from twista magic city
And the muthafuckin 'll know bout it
Steady stackin papa that's tha reason we be throwin it up
Dollas at the coke they slang d
Really lil mamma all over DJ Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly
When we In tha club
I'm a pop a couple of bottles and I'm a spark that kush shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throooow it up
Sip on some that patrone
I'm a bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta cup a lil something cause I pay tha bill
This lil money ain't shit I make major deal
Better ring the alarm hear come tha paper
Twista comin in tha club when I get I pop alot
When she come up with a fatty I gladly tip her Jazze, tell em wat I got

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(feat. Outkast, Marsha Ambrosius)

Enemy... (enemy...)

[Andre 3000:]
Verse One:
So I'm watchin' her fine ass
Walked to my bedroom, and thought to myself
That's the shape of things to come
She said, "Why you in the club, and you don't make it precipitate?
You know, make it rain when you can make it thunderstorm"
I'm like, "Why? "
The world needs sun
The hood needs funds
There's a war going on and half the battle is guns
How dare I throw it on the floor
When people are poor
So I write like Edgar Allen to restore, got a cord? [?]
Umbilical attached to a place they can't afford
No landscaping, Or window draping
This old lady told me,
"If I ain't got nothin' good, say nathing"
That's why I don't talk much
I swear it don't cost much, to pay attention to me
I tell like it is, and I tell it how it could be
The hood be
Requesting my services, Oh don't get nervous it's
Step yo game up time, These ain't them same old rhymes
Designed to have you dancin' in some club
Niggas write to me
Woman be up in they tub
Expoliating with hey pom poms
Yellin' "GO 3000! "
I'm in my whatever bumpin' what?
A 100 miles in
Runnin' Runnin' Runnin' Runnin'
Summon
Woman
Come in
Sit down, heard you need some plumbing
Done and
I'm in
A swell mood
A rather swoll mood
Until she told me that she told (?)
That's she'll be back, she's going to the store
I didn't know she had a boyfriend, so the door
I pointed her too
I said, "Call me when ya'll break up
I don't fuck nobody bitch"
And never only Jacob, know what time it is
Nigga just tryin' to live
Like a Nigga suppose to live
If I still drink that malt liquor
I pour that beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started out starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Try'n to see if I still got it... (got it...)
I guess it's like the right thing about it... ('bout it...)

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(feat. Lloyd, Willie The Kid, T.I.)

Got the part of Lloyd, could contain some mistakes.
You may give me the missing parts?

[Willie Da Kid]

[Lloyd]
I lost my daddy at an early age,
Tell my mama don't cry for me,
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday how much different my life would be,
But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
Tryna get it at the street lights, but I gonna have to live the street life,
No more, No More [x2]
Just gotta learn to deal with problems,
If you're young and from slum with no father,
You got a kid when he was little still got mama,
Just try to tell him go to school, but why bother
When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em
Seems the stars gettin' farther and farther,
Out of my reach, out of these sheets,
Will they ever make it big
Cause I lost my daddy at an early age,
Tell my mama don't cry for me,
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday how much different my life would be,
But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
Tryna get it at the street lights, but I gonna have to live the street life,
No more, No More [x2]
I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear
About my dad and I wish I had him back,
I'd give up everything just to have him here,
I feel this storm and right now I have no fear,
Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong,
I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, for real

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