href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/awoods/” rel=”author”>Aleia WoodsPublished: November 3, 2022Shareif Ziyadat/Getty Images

Words of Wisdom
As he maintains his respect in the industry he calls home, Styles P continues to check off boxes on his career and personal to-do list.
Interview: Aleia Woods
Editor’s Note: This story originally appeared in the Fall 2022 issue of XXL Magazine, on stands now.

With a love for rhyming spanning over 20 years, Styles P has only gotten more popular through time. As one-third of the power group The Lox, with a platinum and gold plaques, the Yonkers, N.Y. MC has made significant contributions to the music game. One of hip-hop’s biggest highlights last year was the Verzuz battle between The Lox and Dipset, in which Styles and the rest of his group shined.

In addition, Styles has been known to share his personal politics and value in living healthy to the public via his social networking accounts. This summer, the lyricist garnered unintentional virality after stepping in to protect a young woman who was being detained aggressively by Yonkers police. A moment that created quite a buzz online.

Styles has discerned his own balance of music and everyday life. The hip-hop virtuoso recently talked to XXL about his continued purpose, motivations and thoughts on current New York hip-hop.

XXL: This past July you defended a young woman who was being detained by officers from the Yonkers Police Department with excessive force. What was going on in your mind at that time?

Styles P: I get into a lot of those incidents, but most of the time it’s been males. But seeing a woman get mishandled kind of triggered me and made me upset to the point I wanted to fight. And that’s the part I was bothered over. You just have to watch how you weigh things out because the kids can’t do the same thing. I’m a person in the community, I’m a little older, so I can take risks that they can’t take. It’s a lot you have to go through at once. I gotta make sure the cop doesn’t feel violated. I gotta make sure he knows I’m firm on what I’m saying.

At what point did you feel like it was your responsibility to be a community leader and take on this advocate role?

I think I’ve evolved more as I’ve matured. I came into the game telling people I was a gangsta and a gentleman. People just always forget the gentleman side. As I evolved and made more money, I was able to see the differences in the supermarkets from when you live in a wealthy neighborhood to a poor, urban community. To the difference in if a child has a certain learning problem in the hood, it’s special ed. In wealthier neighborhoods, the child gets tutors, a different class. I am an artist. An MC. A rapper. It’s a verbal, braggadocious sport, but I felt over the past few years, it’s lost its touch of being community- based. It kind of woke me up. Let me just play my part in staying grounded and at least try to spread the message of being grounded.

What career changes did you see for yourself after The Lox’s Verzuz event against Dipset last year?

Shit got busier. I [saw] appreciation from the culture for what we do. Kids [were] coming up to us saying, “Yo, we gonna start rehearsing. We’re gonna start learning our shit.” The biggest shift was seeing that if you stay on the hamster wheel for long enough and stick to what you do, eventually…I already thought we were super lit before then and legendary, but I guess it cemented the legendary status.

How have you and The Lox maintained as a group over the years?

The most important thing is having your priorities straight. You can’t be jealous of somebody doing better than you. Whoever is doing good is doing good for everybody. Everybody’s not gonna be the savior. You have to have a goal in mind, a like-minded goal. Everything is for the group first. You’re gonna branch off solo, but as long as we stand here and we do this, it’s group first. It should work off [a] vote, too. With The Lox, two outweigh one. If two of us feel something, the other one doesn’t, it’s still going ’cause it’s for the group. But I think more so than that is having a brotherhood and a genuine friendship.

What are your thoughts on the New York City drill scene?

The movement’s rappers have been accused of infiltrating the city with crime although crime already exists. Yeah, I’m not gonna blame that. It goes back to us policing ourselves and rocking with our own neighborhood. If you look at violence as a whole, within the country, say that Black on Black violence is at 90 percent. White on White violence is probably 87 [percent], 84 [percent]. But the wealth to poverty gap is much, much bigger than that. We as Black people keep playing up to what media says about us as Black people. There’s school shooters. Are they portrayed as violent young men that are out of control in this country? No. There is violence. There are people getting hurt. It’s stupid. They’re getting themselves locked up and jailed. They’re getting indicted. [It’s] more than ourselves pointing at people and blaming them. Violence has been in music forever. We not gonna blame a bunch of young New York kids.

Read Styles P's interview in the 25th anniversary issue of XXL magazine, on newsstands now. Check out additional interviews in the magazine, including our cover story with Eminem, plus conversations with Bobby Shmurda, Yung Miami, JIDYvngxchris, Sleazyworld GoJim Jones, Symba, ReasonGloRilla, singer Jessie Reyez, actor Trevante Rhodes and music executive Katina Bynum. The issue also includes a deep dive into a narrative piece on the U.S. court systems' battle against rap lyrics, rappers’ longstanding connection to anime, the renewed interest music supervisors have in placing 1990’s hip-hop in today’s lauded TV series and the 254 past covers in XXL history.

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href=”//www.xxlmag.com/author/awoods/” rel=”author” title=”Aleia Woods”>Aleia WoodsPublished: December 17, 2021Glo Gang/RBC Records / Atlantic / 1017 Global Music/Atlantic

It's always a good day for some new music and today is no different. This week brings new joints from a former 2019 XXL Freshman from Compton, a pioneer of the Chicago drill scene, a prolific Atlanta rhymer and many more.

After a lengthy two-year long wait since his last project, Roddy Ricch is back with his sophomore album, Live Life Fast. Although the California native has provided melodic vocals for some of his peers since he dropped Please Excuse Me for Being Antisocial in 2019, on the solo tip, it's been a minute since we've heard new music. But alas, Roddy is back. His latest offering is comprised of 18 songs and appearances from Future, Lil Baby, Kodak Black, 21 Savage and more. Earlier this month, the Grammy-winning rhymer dropped a teaser visual, which features sounds by Ty Dolla $ign over a remake of Rick Ross' "Live Fast, Die Young," a clear play on Roddy's own album title.

Chicago's own Chief Keef delivers a new album as well. His newest, 4NEM, contains 15 songs and arrives alongside an NFT—non-fungible token—of the album's artwork, which features Keef on a battlefield as a toy soldier. Those who purchase the album's NFT will be given access to an upcoming Web 3.0 experience that allows the purchaser to buy other physical NFTs. 4NEM follows the October rerelease of Keef's Bang (10th Anniversary Edition), which originally came out in 2011, and his 2020 effort, The GloFiles (Pt. 4).

Gucci Mane adds another project to his list of Christmas-themed releases with the new 1017 compilation So Icy Christmas. Guwop has had his roster of talent including Pooh Shiesty, Foogiano, Big Scarr, Hot Boy Wes, BigDogWalk and BigFizzle on full display this year, releasing the So Icy Boyz compilation in October. Now, this latest album from the Atlanta based-imprint contains 17 songs including X-Mas-themed cuts like "Nose Red," "Like the Grinch" and "All I Want for Christmas." Big Scarr, BigWalkDog and Enchanting are some of the artists that appear on So Icy Christmas.

Listen to other new projects from Yung Bleu, Tierra WhackDJ Kay Slay, Boldy James and more below.

  • Live Life FastRoddy RicchAtlantic Records
  • 4NEMChief KeefGlo Gang / RBC Records
  • So Icy ChristmasGucci Mane1017 Global Music/Atlantic
  • Bigger Than Life or Death (Deluxe)EST GEECMG/Warlike/Interscope
  • Tales From the Telescope Chapter 2: Internal ShineLance SkiiiwalkerInterscope Records
  • Super Tecmo BoBoldy James and The AlchemistALC / Boldy James

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  • The Soul ControllerDJ Kay SlayStreetSweepers Ent. / EMPIRE
  • Free HoodHoodrich Pablo JuanMny Pwr Rspt / Empire
  • Letter From the ProjectsProject YounginMotown
  • Cookies N’ Codeine EPSuigenerisDevilgear Records / Empire
  • R&B?Tierra WhackInterscope
  • No, I’m Not OkYung Bleu Vandross Music Group / EMPIRE
  • Winter in New York CityMeliiMelii

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[Verse 1]
Early morning I watch you sleep
Not everyone is as lucky as me
I kiss your forehead before I leave
Soon you’ll be old and forget how it feels
To be young and in love
For the very first time build our home of our own
Have a child … what it’s like
When the sun is begining to rise

[Chorus]
Oh, how I hope that if we have a daughter
She’ll grow up to be like you
If she sometimes takes after her father
That would be okay too

[Verse 2]
We could move to another country
Grow our own food, get a couple of sheep
Or a place in maybe New York City
Right by the Statue of Liberty
Cause I know I’ll be fine
Just as long as I’ve got you right here by my side
There’s no fear in my eyes
So take me wherever you like

[Chorus]
And oh, how I hope that if we have a daughter
She’ll grow up to be like you
And if she sometimes takes after her father
That would be okay too


(feat. Lisa Evers)

[Announcer:]
New York City, welcome to Street Soldiers. The hottest talk on radio, hosted Lisa Evers

[Lisa Evers:]
I’m so glad you’re joining us for this episode of Street Soldiers. With us is Cardi B.She also has a new EP called Gansta B. Cardi, thanks for being with us

[Cardi B:]
Yeah thank you very much

[Lisa Evers:]
We really

[Cardi B:]
Thank you for having me

[Lisa Evers:]
We really appreciate it. What do you want people to know about Cardi B? Last words

[Cardi B:]
Be you. Be you. If you wanna be a hoe, be a hoe. If you wanna be a teacher, be a teacher. If you wanna be gay, be gay. Be you


Behati Prinsloo‘s baby bump is bumpin’!

Last month the Victoria’s Secret model announced she was pregnant with her second child with husband Adam Levine. And today the supermodel revealed her growing baby bump, as well as some super important news—like what her pregnancy craving is!

Turns out that it’s a good one—Fatburger fries and a milkshake.

The 28-year-old model took to her Instagram Stories wearing sweatpants and a matching bra to share some images of her baby bump, along with a video of her sweet treat, which was brought to her by her doting hubby.

Behati, who recently celebrated daughter Dusty Rose‘s first birthday with her famous spouse, posted a video of the yummy snack, which she captioned, “OMG I have the best husband.”

In the video, she also said that Australian model Nicole Trufino was to blame for the high-cal craving!

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Check out Behati and the rest of celebrity baby bumps over the years! 

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Daphne Oz

The Chew star shows off her baby bump in a Janie and Jack velvet tie dress. 

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Whitney Port

The Hills star celebrates her upcoming birth with a baby shower hosted by Amazon Baby Registry.

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Jessica Hall

While celebrating her baby shower with Heidi Montag at the Westlake Village Inn, the reality star treats guests to gifts from TruSelf Organics.

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Laura Prepon

The actress looked stunning on the red carpet during The Hero film screening in New York City. 

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Serena Williams

The tennis champ was glowing in a patterned dress and heels ahead of Mother’s Day. 

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Ciara & Russell Wilson

Eating for two! The happy couple were seen heading out to dinner in West Hollywood. 

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Jenni Pulos

While celebrating her baby shower with help from the Babyganics Shower Squad, the Flipping Out star posed with husband Dr. Jonathan Nassos.

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Serena Williams

Gorgeous in green! The tennis star looked stunning while cradling her baby bump at the MET Gala in New York.

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Irina Shayk

Bumping along! The model was spotted shopping on Melrose Ave with a friend. 

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Amanda Seyfried

The actress was seen walking to set of her film First Reformed in New York.

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Laura Prepon

The actress showed off her baby bump while out and about in Los Feliz.

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Camilla Luddington

The Grey’s Anatomy actress, who was pregnant with her first child, a girl, appeared at the 2017 People’s Choice Awards.

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Beyoncé

The pop star used this Instagram pic, taken during a maternity photo shoot, to announce she was pregnant with twins.

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Ciara

Stunning! The singer struck a pose while attending the Harper’s BAZAAR 150 Most Fashionable Women event in West Hollywood.

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Chad Michael Murray & Sarah Roemer

The couple was seen attending the premiere of John Wick: Chapter Two at the Arclight in Hollywood. 

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Lake Bell

The actress showed off her baby bump at the Harper’s BAZAAR 150 Most Fashionable Women event in West Hollywood.

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Tori Spelling

The reality star displays her baby bump in a floral printed maxi dress from Tommy Bahama.

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Natalie Portman

Bumping along! The actress was spotted getting in some retail therapy in Los Feliz.

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Savannah Guthrie

The Today show co-anchor, pregnant with her second child, appears on the series one day before her maternity leave.

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Amanda Seyfried

The Mean Girls star was pregnant with her and Thomas Sadoski‘s first child.

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Irina Shayk

While pregnant with her and Bradley Cooper‘s first child, the model debuted her baby bump on the runway at the 2016 Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.

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Mila Kunis

The actress was glowing in a gray dress while out and about in Los Angeles.

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Natalie Portman

The actress showcased her baby bump at the Toronto International Film Festival in a floral dress and heels. 

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Blake Lively

Pretty in floral! The actress was spotted attending a celebration in Brooklyn. 

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Kerry Washington

The actress looked radiant on the red carpet at this years Emmy Awards in LA.

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Olivia Wilde

Blue jean baby! The actress is glowing as she shows off her baby bump in New York.  

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Katherine Heigl

The actress delivers tips and tricks to new moms while showing off her Seraphine maternity overbump leggings. 

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Molly Sims

The model and actress shares beauty secrets at a Nature’s Bounty event in New York City. 

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Tatyana Ali

Before welcoming her child, the newlywed attends the 4moms Car Seat launch event at Petersen Automotive Museum in Los Angeles. 

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Liv Tyler

The actress showcases her bump in NYC.

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Meghan King Edmonds

The Real Housewives of Orange County star enjoys a special pre-natal massages from Zeel at a friend’s baby shower.

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Lacey Chabert

Pretty in pink! The expecting Mean Girls star steps out at Milk + Bookies’ 7th Annual Story Time Celebration. 

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Behati Prinsloo

The model and wife of Adam Levine showcased her bump during a dinner date with fellow Victoria’s Secret Angel Lily Aldridge and Taylor Swift.

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Joanna Garcia Swisher

Just a few weeks after announcing she’s expecting, the actress attends the Monique Lhuillier for Pottery Barn Kids collection launch celebration.

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Catherine Lowe

Before welcoming her first child with Sean Lowe, The Bachelor star enjoys Cold Stone Creamery at a baby shower. 

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Soleil Moon Frye

The Punky Brewster alum, pregnant with baby No. 4, showcases her bump at the launch of the seventh Lindt Gold Bunny celebrity auction, benefiting Autism Speaks, at the Lindt chocolate shop in New York City.

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Kelly Clarkson

The singer posted this photo on her Instagram page in February 2016, before a guest judge stint on American Idol.

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Chrissy Teigen

The model is glowing as she steps out with her bump.

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Anne Hathaway

The actress spotted holding her baby bump as she walks to lunch with her friends.

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Rose Byrne

The actress was spotted taking a stroll keeping her baby bump warm.

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Kelly Clarkson

The singer shows off her bump at a grand opening in NYC.

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Chrissy Teigen

The model shows off her baby bump as she leaves the gym.

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Ginnifer Goodwin

The actress steps out for breakfast in Los Feliz with her baby bump.

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Kim Kardashian

The pregnant star seen exiting Villa Restaurant.

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Coco

The TV personality attends a party in New York City.

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Kristin Cavallari

Looking fashionable with her baby bump, the TV personality picks up frozen yogurt.

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Soleil Moon Frye

The Punky Brewster alum debuts her baby bump at the 2015 Baby2Baby gala. She is expecting her fourth child with husband Jason Goldberg.

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Maya Jupiter

Aloe Blacc‘s wife and rapper, who is expecting the couple’s second child, showcased her bump at the 44th annual Peace Over Violence Humanitarian Awards in Los Angeles.

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Lyrics Autograf – Sleepless in NYC

Could I stand by, while we watched it fall
Fortunes are fading, do we hit the wall
So stay right next to me
Versuri-lyrics.info
‘Cause your body’s all I need
Maybe we’re not what we were before
Strangers passing, all for starters now
There’s nothing left to hold
And the night is all I know.(sleepless in nyc)

Getting high ’til the sun goes down
Lift my head and I leave the ground
I know I said that I need this town
I need you back, wrap it up did the best of me
Neon lights come and set me free
Close my eyes and I know I’ll be.

Sleepless in Nyc, City, City. (x4)

If I could try getting you alone
You could remember that I feel like home
But I can’t sleep and the night is all I see.

Getting high ’til the sun goes down
Lift my head and I leave the ground
I know I said that I need this town
I need you back, wrap it up did the best of me
Neon lights come and set me free
Close my eyes and I know I’ll be.

Sleepless in New York City, City, Cityyy. (x4)
Autograf lyrics
Video NYC


Capleton is pleading for the public help in recovering his stolen car with a huge catalog of unreleased music.

A rep for the reggae icon told Dancehall HipHop that his metallic brown Grand Vitara SUV was stolen in St. Ann yesterday. “We are appealing to anyone who can help recover the vehicle and the valuables that was left inside of it,” his rep said. “There were some unreleased music inside the van and that is even more valuable than the vehicle itself, so we are appealing to anyone who took the artist things to return it.”

The incident has been reported to the Ocho Rios police who are now investigating the theft. Capleton performed in New York City earlier this month at the famous Amazura nightclub. The deejay, who is also known as King Shango, has released twelve albums over his three decade career.


Sitting in depression
Always carving me irreverent
If I pray the wayward lesson
But your mouth can do it better
Then some god who don’t speak

Fucking up my language
Make some words, we’re never fading
If you stay, say you’ll save me
You can take it all away
When you leave I’ll feel the same

I don’t mind you leaving when the damage is done
And I don’t mind, I feel the same when you’re gone

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

Baby take me back to New York City
Where the stars don’t ever see me
I can hide under the scenery of a saturated sky
Just some conjugated meaning
Watch the light drip down your face
And when you’ll leave I’ll feel the same

I don’t mind you leaving when the damage is done
And I don’t mind, I feel the same when you’re gone

[Instrumental break]

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

‘Cause once your loss, once your lies
I don’t wanna be here anymore, anymore
There’s no difference here for when you’re gone, when you’re gone
I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here

(I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)
(I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)
(I’m not crawling on my knees to keep you here)


Lyrics Young M.A – Hot sauce

Straight off the top
M.A bring them hoes out
Redlyfe bring them poles out.(hot sauce)

Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I’m already sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
And my b*tch, she already tripping
Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, “bro you good?”
I’m like, “nah bro, let me hit it”
Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
I ain’t got time for this b*tch (I don’t got time for this b*tch)
Throwing ones like money grow on trees
So when I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I’m just making hits
‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my b*tch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww, that’s the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
b*tch I got that hot sauce
So NY with these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
Cause it’s all about my b*tches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don’t got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a knockoff
f*ck around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
OOOUUUUUU versuri-lyrics.info
Yeah we got that hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot sauce
This the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
You don’t got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauceee.
Young M.A
Video sauce


[Intro]
Straight off the top
M.A bring them hoes out
Redlyfe bring them poles out

[Verse]
Pull up to the club with a bottle on me (that Henny)
I’m already sipping
Got five voicemails, I just left the brib
And my bitch, she already tripping
Blu just rolled a blunt, he like, "bro you good?"
I’m like, "nah bro, let me hit it"
Puff puff drink, I don’t wanna think
Groupies want a picture, groupies gotta wait
I’m in another zone, I’m in another zone
My girl getting on my nerves, I ain’t going home
Ain’t got time for this shit (I don’t got time for this shit)
I ain’t got time for this bitch (I don’t got time for this bitch)
Throwing ones like money grow on trees
So when I look down all I see is green
Never look for love in the strip club
Where all the bartenders give me big hugs, wait
Hold up, turn around, tssk, girl
Where you think you going with that big butt?
Brown water sippin’ in that big cup
My nigga Bottle only rolling big blunts
Chill dude, you are not a tough guy
Not the only one with a gun, guy
My hitters like shootin’ shit for fun, guy
Head shot, hit the boy one time
Do not come to Brooklyn with that nonsense
I used to bag the work in them apartments
Now I get a bag for a walkthrough
If you want to book me, Big Savage who you talk to
While they making disses I’m just making hits
‘Cause if it don’t make dollars it don’t make no sense
This is chess, not checkers, learn the game dude
But I just can’t relate ’cause that’s what lames do
Big brown bone, she look like Babe Ruth
She let me hit it out the park like I’m Babe Ruth
Then I hit my dougie, ooh I’m pretty though
Bring that Hilfiger back and I’m jiggy though
Niggas know I’m hot but they envy though
Oh well, at least my bitch is with me ho
This her favorite song, this her favorite song (OOOUUU)
She get in her Birk when they put this on
Owww, that’s the thot call
OOOUUU, shawty got that hot sauce
My guys don’t talk, they just pop off
If a thot tryna front, she’ll get dropped off
My homie Sav in that Porsche with the top off
I’m in that Audi with some slippers and some socks on
Doin’ 95 just to piss a cop off
Then I pull up to your hood and piss your block off (skrt skrt)
Bitch I got that hot sauce
So NY with these Timbs on
And shoutout to the girls who don’t wear sew-ins
Cause it’s all about my bitches with the wigs on, OOOUUU
You don’t got no hot sauce
You are not hot, you a knockoff
Fuck around boy and get your top knocked off
Hear them hoes, yeah they quick to really pop off
And them Redlyfe niggas, yeah they pop off
And you know this the beat I can bop on
Yeah we bop on, New York City bop on ’em
Yeah we bop, I’ma bop, I’ma bop on ’em
OOOUUU
Yeah we got that hot sauce
But you niggas got no hot sauce
This the type of beat I can bop on
I need a quick thot that can top off
This the year that I really get my guap on
And you know the whole game, I got a lock on
It’s Young M.A, Redlyfe, got that hot sauce
Redlyfe got that hot sauce
Shawty you don’t got no hot sauce
Nah, you don’t got no hot sauce
You don’t got no hot sauce
Them Redlyfe niggas got that hot sauce


She’s into superstitions
Black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition
That girl’s gonna make me fall
She’s into new sensation
New kicks in the candlelight
She’s got a new addiction
For every day and night
She’ll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She’ll make you live her crazy life
But she’ll take away your pain
Like a bullet to your brain

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
She’s livin la vida loca

Woke up in New York City
In a funky cheap hotel
She took my heart
And she took my money
She must’ve slipped me a sleepin’ pill
She never drinks the water
And makes you order
French champagne
Once you’ve has a taste of her
You’ll never be the same
Yeah, she’ll make you go insane

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
She’s livin la vida loca

She’ll make you take your
Clothes off and go dancing in the rain
She’ll make you live her crazy life
Until you go insane
No, you’ll never be the same

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca

Upside inside out
She’s livin’ la vida loca
She’ll push and pull you down
Livin’ la vida loca
Her lips are devil red
And her skin’s the color of mocha
She will wear you out
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca
Livin’ la vida loca


You can’t catch me boy
I am overseas at about a hundred Gs for sure
Don’t test me boy (don’t test me boy) ’cause I rap with the best
Fo’ sho three oh five to the death of me
Cremate my body let the ocean have what’s left of me
But for now forget about that
Blow the whistle, baby you’re the referee

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

I don’t play football
But I’ve touched down everywhere (everywhere?) everywhere
I don’t play baseball
But I’ve hit a home run everywhere everywhere
I’ve been to countries and cities I can’t pronounce
And the places on the globe I didn’t know existed
In Romania she pulled me to the side
And told me Pit you can have me and my sister
In Lebanon yeah the women the bomb
And in Greece you guessed it the women are sweet
Been all around the world
But I ain’t gonna lie there’s nothing like Miami’s heat

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

Down in DR they’re looking for visa’s
I Ain’t taking credit cards if you know what I mean
En cuba la cosa esta dura
But the woman get down, if you know what I mean
En Colombia the women got everything done, but they’re
Some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen
In Brazil they’re freaky with big ol’ boobs
And their thongs, blue yellow and green
En L.A. tengo la Mexicana, en New York tengo la boricua
Besitos para todas las mujeres en Venezuela, muah
Y en Miami tengo cualquiera

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

There’s not a place that your love don’t affect me baby
So don’t ever change
I crossed the globe when I’m with you baby, hey

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You put it down like New York City
I never sleep wild like Los Angeles
My fantasy hotter than Miami I feel the heat
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love
Oh oh oh oh it’s international love

You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
You’re international, so international
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love
Whoa whoa oh whoa whoa oh, international love


[Hook]
Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
Every other day we hittin licks
Pull In off the top when its litt
And they already know we with the shits uhh
Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
Get ya weight up not ya hate up
I’m been on my grind for a minute now
It feel like I’m on a escalator

[First Verse]
New York City got they swag back
Yea Fab got these niggas wearing dad hats
Heard Diddy run the city I need dat back
Find a bitie from ya city on my Snapchat
When you see that Teamjusbizness that’s the
Hashtag
Do like a Pharoe
My cousin call me hatep
And I’m from the city where them
Two planes crashed at
The same place the whole Wu-Tang
Got they cash at
I was Born on the same day as fifty cent
So you kno a Nigga thugged out militant
Hated on by my many men
Trying to get them M&M’s
Lox big and Kim been said its bout them Benjamins
Gotta bring jigga in couldn’t leave that nigga out he the one who showed me what this rap shit was all about
Listening to Dmx wheeling a bmx
Now I’m on hot 9 and they don’t want to see him flex
Woah

[Hook]
Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
Every other day we hittin licks
Pull In off the top when its litt
And they already know we with the shits uhh
Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
Get ya weight up not ya hate up
I’m been on my grind for a minute now
It feel like I’m on a escalator

[Second Verse]
I don’t even know why niggas fronting
When They already know I’m not wit nothing
If shawty in the vip you know she fuccin
If shawty in the whip you know she fuccin
Woah
Get familiar With this cash cow
Milk the game for this money Then I cash out
Throwing shade cuz I made it
And they hate It
Prolly
Wishing it was them. Trynna spend they life savings
Yah
Good god
You niggas lookin like frauds
How you rapping I know niggas doing better wit a job
You was better off trying to sell hard
And tell them lil fake scammers I’ll pull his fuccin card
I don’t really feel like buying out the bar saw a brand new audermar I feel like buying that Tomorr
I ain’t trying to flex on em cuz I got a check
On em yea I got next on em pull up like sets on em uhh
Hook

[Hook]
Pull up in the drop wit the sticks
Every other day we hittin licks
Pull In off the top when its litt
And they already know we with the shits uhh
Get ya weight up not ya hate up nigga
Get ya weight up not ya hate up
I’m been on my grind for a minute now
It feel like I’m on a escalator


Turn the motherfuckin’ music up
Just Blaze, man, you owe me nigga
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Welcome to the Empire State
Home of the World Trade
Birthplace of Michael Jordan
Home of Biggie Smalls
Roc-A-Fella headquaters
Ladies and gentlemen, Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building
Brooklyn, Harlem World
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Stand the fuck up

I’m a B.K. brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer
Pure coke copper, get your order up
I bring ’em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer
It’s gonna cost you more if I gotta get ’em to Florida
Rucker game attender; with the Bent parked
On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender
I ain’t hard to find you catch me front and center
At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor
Next to Spike if you pan left to right
I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight
But damn once again if you pan left at the ice
It be the man that write checks with the hand that don’t write
I go off the head when I’m rambling on the mic
And I go off the feds when I’m scrambling at night
And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight
But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right)

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

Yo, there’s a war goin’ on outside no man is safe from
It don’t matter if you three feet or eight-one
You’ll get eight from the nine and straight blown
Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one
Carry eight guns, two in the trunk
Two in the waist, two in the ankle, two to just spank you
You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers
Hot here, ask Mase he ran to Atlanta
Think you know what life do, minks on the motor-cycle
Trinkets they so delightful, blinging with so much ice fool
In front of Sparks body Castellano
Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano
It’s la cosra nostra, someone close approach ya
They’ll toast ya: gopher, bread loafer, your chauffeur
Old coke they raise up and snort, blaze up ya fort
Jay, Puff, Shyne: cases was caught
Midnight pitch fights, another victim
Watch him fore he watch you, Killa
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

I’m from 101, west a Hund 40th, this shit is live
5th floor, 56, you know the zip, district 5
You’re on 22nd, hit you from two-one
That’s on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One
Coverage at Centre Street
Got Brafman defendin’ me
Cause New York’ll miss me if I’m locked in the penitentiary
The judge said "Is this that thug, from the Kit-Kat club?"
But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up
Killa, I pinch that button, I grip that snub to hit that thug
Lay up in a pitch black tub
You lookin’ at rich black thugs to get that love
And we won’t stop til I get back Blood
Holla at em Hov

I’m from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park
Niggas’ll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That’s why the Johnny gun I’m holding
Wet niggas up like the johnny-pump is open
Homie, I play hard

It’s the home of 9-11, the place of the lost towers
We still bangin’, we never lost power, tell em
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City
Y’all fuckin’ with BK’s banger and Harlem’s own gangster
Now that’s danger, there’s nothing left to say but
Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City

You all niggas, man
Y’all can’t fuck around, man
It’s the ROC bitch, Killa
My nigga Jigga, Siegel, Beans
Diplomats, man, holla, Dash
Get the fuck off our dick – no homo
Probably own this city for two minutes, man
I own this shit right now man, I ain’t going nowhere
Welcome to New York City


Lyrics Mozzy – Hold on me

Shawty trynna throw it back all night
She know I got the plug for the right price
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the moola really got a hold on me.

Yeah
I’m livin’ life like we ain’t promised tomorrow
Lotta dope smoked, lotta lotta gelato
Hundred band dance like niggas just hit the lotto
Got a greasy kid just to get in the condo
Backhand a b*tch for tryna bilk me with a condom
I can tell that you ain’t a gansta blood goofy with the ..
.., fifty thousand in diamonds just on my mama
Cautious when approaching a problem ..
You ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
If you ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
Still .. with expired tags on it
.. whatever you had on it, yeah
I fell off but baby I’m back on it, yeah
I fell off but baby I’m back on it
I really think the money got a hold on me
I’m tryna convince her that she should hold for me.

Shawty tryna throw it back all night
She know I got the plug for the right price
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the mula really got a hold on meee.

I think the money really got a hold on me
I followed the code OGs told to me
And the game was given, it wasn’t sold to me
These hoes give it up to me because they owe it to me
I came up fully, I’m in a different bracket
Five bands for the leather, I’m in a different jacket
Money tall as Shaquille, I just been tryna stack it
Play me the beat and I kill, I’m trying to attack it
This game is too easy, I do this sh*t in my sleep
New York City, we mobbin’, I hit the club twenty deep
Cashin’ out when I feel like, Gerald never been cheap
It’s not that serious fam, I swear it isn’t that deep, uh
I swear it was perfect timing
If you ain’t ’bout a comma, then we ain’t nothing in common
The homies in black hoodies and beanies, they hella mobby
From Sac to the Bay, yeah you know that I f*ck with Mozzy
Ehhhh.

Shawty tryna throw it back all night
She know I got the plug for the right price
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the money really got a hold on me
I think the moola really got a hold on me.

Yeah I think this money really got a hold on me
Niggas can’t get a hold on me
Now them niggas talk low on me
f*ck .. what you change, used to be broke homie
Now I’m bossed up, Louis V., ..
Ferragamo, Benihana, every night I’m bossed up
My lifestyle awesome, this is how it ‘posed to be
I don’t believe in luck, my blessings really got a hold on me
Money ain’t controllin’ me, but money is controllin’ me
The money .. I get the green
Devils get up off of me, help me get them off of me
I call these hoes, sluts and b*tches, and I drink up all of it
My mama said don’t let the money make your head bigger
I’m cocky as f*ck and I don’t f*ck with niggas
And I don’t trust these b*tches, ever since the word ‘gold digger’
My homie fell in love, I told him “No nigga, no nigga”.

Shawty tryna throw it back all night (but he ain’t listen)
She know I got the plug for the right price (ohhh)
Pull up in the whip ..
I’m ten hoes deep in the ..
I think the money really got a hold on meee
I think the money really got a hold on me (this money nigga)
I think the money really got a hold on me (sh*t will f*ck up your life, but it’s nice)
I think the mula really got a hold on meee.
Mozzy lyrics
Video me


[Verse 1]
I wish I was a movie star
That ain’t happening
I wish I’d drive a fancy car (no)
Well I’d fly to New York City
But my plane could never get that far
‘Cause my life ain’t what I thought it was
Said you like all the fancy things
Diamonds, Pearls, and Louis Vuitton
But my package just ain’t that big (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Verse 2]
You think you got the best of me
Yeah well you’re probably right
But you ain’t seen the rest of me (no)
Spent all my life-time running
But I still haven’t got that far

[Chorus]
For you I ain’t giving up
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you

[Bridge]
‘Cause maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong
Maybe I wrote in all down in a song
You say what you like, I say what I want
You give me a list that goes on and on
But everytime you walk out that door
You got me thinking, baby now I want you even more
So say what you like, I’ll say what I want
I need somebody to save me

[Chorus]
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, I tried
You’re everything I do
‘Cause baby I’d
Cause baby I’d die for you
I’d try for you, I’d live for you
You were all I do
Baby I’d die for you, and I tried
You’re everything I do
Baby that’s just not good enough for you


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
‘Casso baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Ashanti & (Tory Lanez)]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)


[Intro: Tory Lanez]
New York City
We got another one
Tory Lanez the don
Whole Umbrella in here
Coscto baby
Nyce B

[Verse 1: Tory Lanez]
She better know that we fuckin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the cuffin’ when I come through
I ain’t with the buggin’ when I come through
She know I’m straight thuggin’ when I come through
Tell me what’s love, when I need that
Pull it down for me shawty, lemme see that
Do that thang thang, yeah you fucking right
Leave your nigga back, I’m tryna fuck tonight
You still on the down low
Still creep on your boy, still freak on the down low
You know what I’m round for
I done came round to see you drop down on me
Do it slowly
Buss it all open like you got a slow leak
I’ve been in the streets with three or four freaks
She is so bad might need a police
Stomach on flat, ass obese
Walk oh how the fuck you got in those jeans
I just wanna touch ya, fuck ya OD
Know you got a man but this is lowkey

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)

[Verse 2: Nyce]
And I got two different girls on me
It ain’t easy, to get em off me
‘Cause I pull up in that light foreign
Shawty you see me, you can’t ignore it
I ain’t fucking with you dumb broads, got my dawgs, get em off
There’s a lot of bad bitches I done pissed off, did wrong, dipped off
Still a nigga mean with the wrist
She gon’ take it off, course she ain’t with the shits
That’s your girlfriend but she ain’t give a shit
Clean in this bitch and the watch on my wrist cost a key and a brick
What’s love got to do with it
I could show you just what to do with it
Come through, I’ma let you get it
And you know what I do with..

[Hook: Tory Lanez]
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it’s about us, it’s about trust, babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)
What’s love, got to do, got to do with it, babe
(what’s love, what’s love, what’s love if you got it for me babe)
What’s love, it should be about us, it should be about trust babe
(we’re supposed to be about each other)


I was scared of dentists and the dark
I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations
Oh, all my friends are turning green
You’re the magician’s assistant in their dreams

Oh, and they come unstuck

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong

There’s this movie that I think you’ll like
This guy decides to quit his job and heads to New York City
This cowboy’s running from himself
And she’s been living on the highest shelf

Oh, and they come unstuck

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong

I just wanna, I just wanna know
If you’re gonna, if you’re gonna stay
I just gotta, I just gotta know
I can’t have it, I can’t have it any other way
I swear she’s destined for the screen
Closest thing to Michelle Pfeiffer that you’ve ever seen, oh

Lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong

Oh lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong

Oh lady, running down to the riptide
Taken away to the dark side
I wanna be your left hand man
I love you when you’re singing that song and
I got a lump in my throat because
You’re gonna sing the words wrong
I got a lump in my throat because you’re gonna sing the words wrong


[Verse 1]
I think that I’d love North Dakota
I saw it once inside a magazine
Get this chip up off of my shoulder
Settle down somewhere the grass is green

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause California dreams has too many sleepless nights
I wanna feel the earth beneath my feet
Been searching for relief from all these city lights
I just need a place to let me be

[Chorus]
Let me be free
Let me be whole again
Let me be me
Let me take hold again
Let me be free
Let me be free

[Verse 2]
I took a ride in New York City
But, it was too much cocaine and the girls ain’t cheap
I had to get out before it killed me
Running good ain’t running at that speed

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause California dreams has too many sleepless nights
I wanna feel the earth beneath my feet
Been searching for relief from all these city lights
I just need a place to let me be

[Chorus]
Let me be free
Let me be whole again
Let me be me
Let me take hold again
Let me be free
Let me be free

[Chorus]
Let me be free
Let me be whole again
Let me be me
Let me take hold again
Let me be free
Let me be whole again
Let me be me
Let me take hold again
Let me be free
Let me be free


Claims records, a Style X

Yow short boss weh me fatty deh
Weh me fatty deh, fattieeeeee

Say dem a say me too little
And a say she too big
A call me matches and a call har fridge
Say di belly weigh hundred
And one leg a fifty
But any way, mek me tell you dis

Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky
Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky

Me say me have a fatty weh look like Miss Kitty
You wah see the neck how me full dat up a hicky
The fatty clean and pretty
Say she waah carry me go New York City
Me me, just beat it out till it suddy
All when the bolt too little fi di nutty
Me just tip tip, tip toe in deh
Me tip tip tip tip tip

Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky
Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky

My fatty don’t play
My fatty don’t ramp
My fatty pop down the bed inna di camp
My fatty ever sweat, my fatty ever damp
My fatty big body bounce off the lamp
My fatty can split my fatty boom flick
My fatty nah back, she a bad chick
My fatty body broad, my fatty leg

thick
My fatty quint it, quint it, quint it

Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky
Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky

Me say me have a fatty weh look like Miss Kitty
You wah see the neck how me full dat up a hicky
The fatty clean and pretty
Say she waah carry me go New York City
Me me, just beat it out till it suddy
All when the bolt too little fi di nutty
Me just tip tip, tip toe in deh
Me tip tip tip tip tip

Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky
Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky

Yow short boss weh me fatty deh
Weh me fatty deh, fattieeeeee

Say dem a say me too little
And a say she too big
A call me matches and a call har fridge
Say di belly weigh hundred
And one leg a fifty
But any way, mek me tell you dis

Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky
Me love my, Me love my fatty
Pye pye pye pon di body
Me love my, Me love my fatty
All when the knees dem knocky


A toast to the groom!
(to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
To the bride!
(to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
From your sister
(Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)
Who is always by your side
(by your side, by your side)
To your union and the hope that you provide
(you provide, you provide)
May you always (always)
Be satisfied (Rewind)

Rewind!
Rewind!
I remember that night, I just might
I remember that night, I just might
I remember that night, I remember that—

I remember that night, I just might
Regret that night for the rest of my days
I remember those soldier boys
Tripping over themselves to win our praise
I remember that dreamlike candlelight
Like a dream that you can’t quite place
But Alexander, I’ll never forget the first
Time I saw your face

I have never been the same
Intelligent eyes in a hunger-pang frame
And when you said “Hi,”
I forgot my dang name
Set my heart aflame, ev’ry part aflame
This is not a game…

You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied
I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself
You’re like me, I’ve never been satisfied
Is that right?
I have never been satisfied
My name’s Angelica Schuyler
Alexander Hamilton
Where’s your fam’ly from?
Unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done
Just you wait, just you wait…

So so so—
So this is what it feels like to match wits
With someone at your level! What the hell is the catch? It’s
The feeling of freedom, of seein’ the light
It’s Ben Franklin with a key and a kite! You see it, right?
The conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes
Ev’rything we said in total agreement, it’s
A dream and it’s a bit of a dance
A bit of a posture, it’s a bit of a stance
He’s a bit of a flirt, but I’m ‘a give him a chance
I asked about his fam’ly, did you see his answer?
His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance
He’s penniless, he’s flying by the seat of his pants

Handsome, boy, does he know it!
Peach fuzz, and he can’t even grow it!
I wanna take him far away from this place
Then I turn and see my sister’s face and she is

Helpless
And I know she is
Helpless
And her eyes are just
Helpless
And I realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time

I’m a girl in a world in which
My only job is to marry rich
My father has no sons so I’m the one
Who has to social climb for one
Cause I’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in
New York City is insidious
And Alexander is penniless
Ha! That doesn’t mean I want him any less

(doesn’t mean I want him any less)
(doesn’t mean I want him any less)
(doesn’t mean I want him any less)

He’s after me ’cause I’m a Schuyler sister
That elevates his status, I’d
Have to be naïve to set that aside
Maybe that is why I introduce him to Eliza
Now that’s his bride
Nice going, Angelica, he was right
You will never be satisfied

(I will never be satisfied)
(I will never be satisfied)

I know my sister like I know my own mind
You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind
If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned
He’d be mine
She would say, “I’m fine”
But she’d be lying

But when I fantasize at night
It’s Alexander’s eyes
As I romanticize what might have been
If I hadn’t sized him up so quickly
At least my dear Eliza’s his wife
At least I keep his eyes in my life…

To the groom!
(to the groom, to the groom, to the groom)
To the bride!
(to the bride, to the bride, to the bride)
From your sister
(Angelica, Angelica, Angelica)
Who is always by your side
(by your side, by your side)
To your union and the hope that you provide
(you provide, you provide)
May you always
Be satisfied

And I know (yeah)
She’ll be happy as his bride
And I know
He will never be satisfied
I will never be satisfied…


A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain’t so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong moving in the right direction
Living just enough, just enough for the city

His father works some days for fourteen hours
And you can bet he barely makes a dollar
His mother goes to scrub the floors for many
And you’d best believe she hardly gets a penny
Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah

His sister’s black but she is sho ’nuff pretty
Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy
To walk to school she’s got to get up early
Her clothes are old but never are they dirty
Living just enough, just enough for the city

Her brother’s smart he’s got more sense than many
His patience’s long but soon he won’t have any
To find a job is like a haystack needle
‘Cause where he lives they don’t use colored people
Living just enough, just enough for the city

Living just enough for the city

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty
He spends his life walking the streets of New York City
He’s almost dead from breathing in air pollution
He tried to vote but to him there’s no solution

Living just enough, just enough for the city yeah, yeah, yeah!

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow
And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow
This place is cruel no where could be much colder
If we don’t change the world will soon be over

Living just enough, just enough for the city!


[Intro: Method Man + Raekwon + Ghostface ]
Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
With St. Ides in my system
Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
And get over, the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

[Intro: Alicia Keys]
Uh, yeah, okay
Sing

[Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
(Gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She’s a king)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
And they sing New York City
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


[Intro]
(Authentic)

[Verse 1]
Fool dumb as the last nigga that got at me
Shot up with bags of D
Fresh out of LIU, welcome to Halloween Havoc 3
Turning my mileage in, the last time you’re seeing me back for free
Blood in my writing pen, hype again, striking methodically
Honestly, can’t nobody see me
I’m in stealth form, champion
Kept the belt on, bodies for trampling, never felt for ’em
I don’t got the time to hate, let alone put the words together
At-ing niggas and never get at ’em, this is purging weather
Stack up on your surgeon cheddar
You’re rat and reptilian merged together
Folks know the fire, penned in disturbing letter
Giants stomping holes in these tracks, keeping the road crumbling
Opps don’t got no choice but falling back, uneasy souls hovering
Here’s the soundtrack for the riders, progress keeps the loads coming
Dollars won’t divide us, we’re back to the gold thugging
Flaunting armor through your airwaves, drown ’em in stereo
Wonder what took so long to spot ’em, these clowns took over years ago

[Hook]
Think so we’re done, I lied, I lost my mind
Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind
Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind
Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re (?), you cross the don
Make one mistake then knock you off your throne
I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home
That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own
You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong

[Verse 2]
This time of year it’s hard to sleep, better bullets and trucks of red
Competition uncomfortable, this the month I play pumpkin head
Field kicking this shit for years, hop off on your disgruntled leg
Any contact from these punches fell, victims and knuckles bled
They tell you foul shit about me, don’t deliver it
Lee on the other hand woulda got into it for hearing it
Formed in the room of trauma, no silence for this experiment
Hands of a super doctor, high tolerance, I ain’t feeling shit
Anticipate reviews of my resume in the hottest summers
Look at what they push now, (?) gimmicks and one hit wonders
Perform in an empty stu’, fendi crew with the gun slid under
Lightening to your family room, disrespecting the son of thunder
Been here over (?) nigga
So for stomping daily, snap a monster picture
Blue and black from New York City’s hardest hitter
Problem baby, born guerrilla
Panic charms a killer
Chipped shoulder for soldiers that took me for granted, bombs delivered

[Hook]
Think so we’re done, (?) lost my mind
Product of heartbreak and the neighborhood never been the remorseful kind
Won’t see no handouts, you were forced to grind
Maybe you’re better off staying away, you’re (?), you cross the don
Make one mistake then knock you off your throne
I’m thinking, cutting and suffering, family hoping that you come back home
That man at work, don’t go disrupt his own
You on the wrong side of town for bitching, you belong with a sucker’s wrong


[Intro: Method Man + Raekwon + Ghostface ]
Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
With St. Ides in my system
Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
And get over, the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

[Intro: Alicia Keys]
Uh, yeah, okay
Sing

[Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
(Gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She’s a king)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
And they sing New York City
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


[Intro: Method Man + Raekwon + Ghostface ]
Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
With St. Ides in my system
Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
And get over, the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

[Intro: Alicia Keys]
Uh, yeah, okay
Sing

[Verse 1: Alicia Keys]
So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

[Verse 2: Alicia Keys]
Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

[Pre-Chorus: Alicia Keys]
The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

[Chorus: Alicia Keys]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
(Gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

[Outro]
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Gotta sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She’s a king)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
And they sing New York City
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


[Chorus]
She grew up in Brooklyn
She grew up in Harlem
She grew up in Bronx
She know she was a queen
She lived in Queens
Oh yeah, oh yeah
But she don’t really care
She don’t really care
She throw them diamonds in the air
Diamonds in the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 1]
She lived in Somalia
Her parents from Egypt
She was a queen in Cairo
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)

[Chorus]
But she don’t really care
She don’t really care
She throw them diamonds in the air
Diamonds in the air
Oh yeah, oh yeah

[Verse 2]
She picking all the wrong ones
And she’s looking for the right one in the wrong place
You remember her face? The prettiest face, prettiest face
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
She looking for fulfillment
You would think she was looking for love, searching for love
She just looking to be taken care of
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
You can find her in Harlem or Brooklyn
You can find her Brixton or Kingston
She’s a queen, know what I mean?
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
She think she want a baby and she do it with the wrong one
Cause she’s looking for something but he don’t really care
He don’t really care
And life just isn’t fair

[Chorus]
She grew up in Brooklyn (Uh-huh)
She grew up in Harlem (Harlem)
She grew up in Bronx
She know she was a queen (A queen)
She lived in Queens (Uh-huh)
Oh yeah, oh yeah
She don’t really care (Uh-huh)
She don’t really care (Uh-huh)
(She throw them diamonds in the air)
Diamonds in the air, yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)

[Bridge]
She lived in Somalia, talk about it
(Her parents from Egypt) Egypt
(She was a queen in Cairo)
She’s a queen, yeah
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
But she don’t really care (Uh-huh)
She don’t really care (Uh-huh)
(She throw them diamonds in the air)
Diamonds in the air
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)

[Interlude]
"Brooklyn, yeah
You think she loved him? But she don’t"
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
"You got to wake up, open your eyes
[?]"
(Oh yeah, oh yeah)
"New York, The Bronx
Harlem, New York
Brooklyn, New York
You think she loved you?
She’ll take you for everything you’ve got
[?]
New York City, Brooklyn, The Bronx
Yeah, ooh, yeah
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Open up your eyes
Realize [?]
Move it to the left, move it to the right side
In the corner of New York City"

1 Luv
[Intro]
It’s the truth
It’s the dead truth
The live truth
It’s the live truth!
Yeah, it’s better life, yeah

[Verse 1]
All along I’ve ignored what I’ve always known
That the chair I’ve been sitting on is a throne
Affection kneels at the seat of my soul

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell the truth it can’t get no better
Swear to life it can’t get no better, oh no
By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya
By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya all along

[Chorus]
(One love)
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
(One love)
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love

[Verse 2]
All along I was hoping understanding would be born
I was looking for knowledge to sing my song
But now I know that I am wisdom on my own

[Pre-Chorus]
Tell the truth it can’t get no better
Swear to life it can’t get no better, oh no
By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya
By the way, I’ve been meaning to thank ya all along

[Chorus]
(One love)
One love, one love, one love, one love
(One love)
One love, one love, one love, one love
(One love)
One love, one love, one love, one love
(One love)
One love, one love, one love, one love


Oh yeah, coming through with my Shaolin crew
Two cent for a case, gimme St. Ide’s brew
In the midst of broken bottles and crushed up cans
Methtical’s in a jam, oh how dry I am
With St. Ides in my system
Crack another I’m blessed, let’s go get the next one
And get over, the object is to stay sober
Lay on the sofa, better yet, dial my chauffeur
Call me the Wallabee Champ, stretched out, could never be Son
Ricochet daily hit the deli for a cold one
Naturally blessed, yes, my rap is like a laser beam
Laser beam, laser beam, laser beam…

Uh, yeah, okay
Sing

So we all got children, products of the ghetto
Momma cooked us soup, daddy did the yelling
Uncle was a drunk, cousin was a felon
When he got pitched, he told them he wasn’t tellin’
Auntie was a cook, her husband was a crook
Cause every job he had they be payin’ him off the books
Ghetto university, knowledge is all it took
In a tenement I was listenin’ to the hook
Change gon’ come, the spirit of Sam Cook
When the feds comin’, everybody get shook
Now we doin’ life like Eddie Murphy and Martin
On the chain gang, i was singing into the coffin

The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sing)

Tellin’ you like it is, how we ever gon’ live?
If we ain’t gettin’ money, how we feedin’ the kids?
It’s a revolving door, where brothers be doin’ bids
I know it sound wrong but the door will be what it is
Survival of the fittest, this poor girl the illest
Broke parents and black cats give me heebie-geebies
Life seems hard but nothin’ ever comes easy
Whatever’s in the dark, can always become the light
If you ain’t in a battle, how you gon’ win the fight?
Gotta speak the truth when I’m up in the booth
The streets be flyin’ birds but they don’t be on the roof
Poverty is a pain like you pullin’ a tooth
Told the streets don’t let me go like I’m Bishop in Juice

The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks
Couldn’t blame me, I’m just giving the facts
Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain’t where it’s at
Everybody got a past but you can never go back

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Sing
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(Gotta sing)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
(Sing)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Sing)
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(Gotta sing)
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(She’s a king)
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And they sing New York City
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