That's right, y'all.
Volume 5.
All new moves, all new music, all new N1 players.
Feature it.
Skip to my news.
It's on.
We definitely focused on the court.
Street ball and basketball.
Hip hop.
The perfect marriage.
N1 bringing it to you.
New York, LA, Chicago, 215, Philadelphia.
It's real right now.
It's real live.
N1.
Street ball to the highest level.
N1.
The jump off is officially started.
New styles, rough routers, some clap.
N1.
I'ma drink till I drop on my ass.
This is holiday.
I'ma go and celebrate and hop on the ass.
That's one more chance.
Dick Frank, white ain't that.
Think you should leave me, chick.
The light ain't red.
Now the advocates wanna leave.
Cause the fights is on.
I'ma still be here when the lights is on.
Got a fat ass in front of me.
Dutch in my mouth.
With a corona in my lap pen.
You try to squirm, then I comb with your best man.
I keep a trick on my sleeve.
More like a two fifth of my sleeve.
And I switch it to the train deuce in my back pocket.
So me and love can stay loose.
It's like thugs ain't partying.
I smoke 20 dimes.
I sing 20 dimes.
I love they bodying.
P trying to squall for the night.
And to tell you the truth, miss, I'm blown if we walk for the night.
We gon' drink till we drunk.
Dance till we drop.
And ain't nobody healing till the music stop.
Can I get a soul flat?
Can I get a soul flat?
We gon' drink till we drunk.
Dance till we drop.
And ain't nobody healing till the music stop.
Can I get a soul flat?
Can I get a soul flat?
And yo, this shit is still gravy though.
I keep my open case.
The block hot.
I need a song for the radio.
P at the club.
They're scared to let they lady go.
Foot out of the four for 20s.
Been a-hattin' some jeans.
Now they ain't got me.
All my money.
Still slide out the club with a gorgeous honey.
I don't care if it's a hole in the wall.
I feel comfortable.
Violet P, that's a hole in your jaw.
All I want is cranberry and a box of air.
I'm trying to talk to a dime.
Motherhood up, but I still take the time.
I sucka to rob y'all.
So get out for your car, the years.
I got a flow that you hardly hear.
And I'm done with the silence of why?
Cause they hardly hear.
I got hunnies flockin' around, smokin' the air.
With a cool ass vibe like Bob Marley there.
We gon' drink till we drunk.
Dance till we drop.
And ain't nobody healing till the music stop.
Can I get a soul flat?
Can I get a soul flat?
We gon' drink till we drunk.
Dance till we drop.
And ain't nobody healing till the music stop.
Can I get a soul flat?
Can I get a soul flat?
I'm the gentleman to hold the door.
I'm the gangster that's lettin' off the three while loadin' the four.
Rather get a soul clap than clap your soul.
Honey, askin' how many b****s I have to roll.
I'ma smoke till I'm high.
Drink till I'm drunk.
I'm on my toilet.
This show, I ain't get a wink in a month.
My favorite color is green.
But I'm stacked for the moment.
So I'ma pick pink for the month.
If you could take a hint.
Then after this party.
If you want, hop in the vibe.
But lemme with the tense.
Got the 50 counts of old lat.
Tell em roll back.
I show you the real meaning of soul flat.
We gon' drink till we drunk.
Dance till we drop.
And ain't nobody healing till the music stop.
Can I get a soul flat?
Can I get a soul flat?
We here.
We skip small and wet.
Big ups to my land.
Skip to my loon.
Street ball legend.
Holding it down for A1.
No one can stop me.
Bring an attitude to skipping on the court.
I'm saying bias in people.
Making them look stupid.
Talking trash about it.
True legend.
Every year a new player come.
And they name stick around for maybe a year or two.
His name stuck around for about 10.
Used to come to games late.
On purpose I think.
Get the crowd stirred up.
Anybody waiting for him.
The announcer see him get off the ride.
He come running in.
Sneakers in his hand.
They down 20.
And they run by 10.
Yeah, he get you high.
He makes me want to play.
I mean, when you see him at the ball.
You gotta be ready at all times.
I find myself watching him when he's on my team.
But you can't watch him when he's against you.
Cause he'll catch you.
It was pretty tight when I seen this.
So I was like, skip doing it.
Much love to my A1 brother.
We bout to do it real big, y'all.
New Last Emperor.
Featuring Jazzy Jeff.
Bounce with me, y'all.
The Mystery Man.
A1.
Exclusive.
Now check it.
Who getting live when the party dies down?
Mysterious man showing up in your town.
Lyrics like lightning.
Vocals like thunder.
Neighborhood success or the overnight wonder?
Precise on mics but nice with the toe to toe.
Aerobic flow.
Shows out in Kosovo.
Between flows and chasing the hoes.
I make the crowd get down like it's supposed to go.
Get down year round.
Glad to see y'all came.
In the summertime banging at the b-boy game.
In the wintertime kicking rhymes.
Hugging my block with a L in one hand.
And a cup of hot chocolate.
A man for all seasons.
Damn, I'm raw even.
We set the bar high.
Everybody start reaching cuz.
Start reaching, y'all.
Mr. M.
Come on.
Mr. Uphead.
Who said I couldn't get it down like this?
Some try to get it but they got it like this.
Put you in the mix, get your body to twist.
It's the Mystery Man that the fans can't resist.
6-0 MKT playing the Kona.
Ice cold, coat 45, not Corona.
Get down, see me on the prowl, now I'm gonna.
Holler at this fine young Joe named Sharona.
See, model Stark, I'll walk right up on her.
And make a heart race like the Dodge Daytona.
Tired of the neighborhood gods, hey, hold up.
How she get that good loving feeling when I show up?
Down and ride with me, don't forget me when you blow up.
How you gonna walk away from this, sis?
Slow up.
The head games is over, mom.
I'm for real.
You ain't Oprah.
And I'm not Dr. Phil.
Despite your size and them serious thighs.
The long eyelashes and mysterious eyes.
It'll pay to stay away from mysterious guys.
They get the girls on the floor and keep the party alive.
Now who said we couldn't get it down like this?
Some try to get it but ain't got it like this.
Put you in the mix, get your body to twist.
It's the mystery man and the fans can't resist.
Who said we couldn't get it down like this?
Some try to get it but ain't got it like this.
Put you in the mix, get your body to twist.
It's the mystery man and the fans can't resist.
Now if I wanted I could pump in every club this week.
But I'll pass, cause it only adds to my mystique.
If you think that I'm weak, then catch me out in the streets.
It ain't nothing to show me, homie.
Man, we got this heat.
In the ball that got all y'all waiting.
To get off the ball and get the ball roof shaking.
I came to put the party under a rest.
And if they like it in the hood, let it pump in the jacks.
Mystery man, never take my mask off.
But when it comes to the raps, I can match y'all.
Non-stop flow that might flood the dance hall.
Peace, y'all mouth be easy, I get action.
Shout out to official all the A&1 players that started this.
We started all them commercials y'all see.
We started all this street boy, y'all seen on TV.
We started all that.
A&1, Valiant 5, we bout to get crunked.
Step free, we going into this killer make sure gangsta.
West side riders keep it gangsta.
South side hustlers keep it gangsta.
East side killers keep it gangsta.
North side busters keep it gangsta.
West side riders keep it gangsta.
South side hustlers keep it gangsta.
East side killers keep it gangsta.
North side busters keep it gangsta.
Well man, C.I. in a V.I.
Staggering and weed-eye, stumbling and laughing.
Rolling in with cast them, cold weather bubble juice.
Or feel for mashing.
From G.A. to L.A. no one see my fashion.
Disrespect my space out, push your huckin' back in.
Spit in your face and hand your f***ed ass a napkin.
Everything you did motha f***er, we done done.
Grand streets took over, traps carry gun guns.
I'm from a hood full of junkies and bastards son.
We don't give a f*** how hard you come.
We don't run how quickly race on the ass.
Ain't nothing queer nothing.
We don't give a f*** blood on smear right.
Get up in the west side riders keep it gangsta.
South side hustlers keep it gangsta.
East side killers keep it gangsta.
North side busters keep it gangsta.
West side riders keep it gangsta.
South side hustlers keep it gangsta.
East side killers keep it gangsta.
North side busters keep it gangsta.
Gee, these killers in the butt naked spouse.
Make a nivin'.
Ain't no feel for them to get us them to get us that.
We ride with the fur coats and champagne.
I put that on my children and my young nephew Kyan
And my little Kym John Years away from frying
He send me letters telling me how grown hear me crying
When mixed around in my races with the four eyes
And the belly of the beast where they don't let no light in
Red velvet robin crew's toting and piping
Two yo's on vermin homes grown on keys and white bed
You go spaghetti with his killer strikes like likeness
The Enders go spaghetti with his killer strike like likeness
West side riders keep it gangster
South side hustlers keep it gangster
East side killers keep it gangster
North side busters keep it gangster
West side riders keep it gangster
South side hustlers keep it gangster
Oh!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Ooh!
We don't know what friends is.
We don't give a fuck about what your friends is.
All we give a shit about is off all night, trapping white.
Cock that kick way and right.
Chalala equals glass pipe.
Mice out of town don't act right.
Everything is right.
Nines, these motherfuckers don't act OK.
These motherfuckers spray a hat cake down the floor.
Override, high folk could be coughing.
Muggles who look good for a drink.
Sighs they perfect it.
You scared motherfucker.
You scared.
You scared.
You scared.
Now you scared.
You scared.
Now you scared motherfucker.
You scared.
This the boy Ayo and I'm here with my man 50 from the ATL.
And if you could see, hold on.
My man 50, a little bit better, a little bit better.
And the rapper 50, that's my man 50.
And my brother 50, that's my man 50.
My man 50, pimped out, hold on.
Pimped out, look at that.
Cold Pimp.
50, I wanna know, what do you intend to, you know what I mean?
Do at the game on Saturday.
What I'm gonna do is I'm gonna put on
a great show for the fans, you know.
I'm gonna do some spectacular dunk,
some things ain't nobody never seen before.
Yeah, new guy on the tour, you know what I mean?
Jumps out the building.
Jumps out the building.
Probably seen him on the last tape,
mixtape volume three.
Wonder who that was dunking like that.
My man 50, we gonna holler at him later though.
Get ready, because I'm the best kept secret.
That's Flash.
Hello.
The curses.
I just let everybody know that I ain't afraid of nothing
and I can take pain.
Better watch out.
That's Flash, from Chi-Town, Southside, baby, all day.
Love.
Yeah, I'm gonna go from the Brooklyn down Bronx, baby.
High-Ox, and hit the place it up.
You know?
I'm feeling all homey right now.
Pain, future, I'm putting all those cards, you know what I'm saying?
I gotta get up there.
See, now I'm here, I did my thing.
Did my dunking, slamming, rockin' double shots.
Sick with it.
From Pasadena, California, sick with it.
I'm a crowd player, I like playing for the fans.
I got a few things up my sleeve.
I call it the Rob K. Kross.
I got one called the Cha-Cha.
The crowd wanna see you just kill somebody,
just embarrass a kid.
Once it's jumped ball, it's all fun.
Shout out to High-Octane, sick with it.
50.
Flash.
New freeway.
9 Brigade.
5'8".
And one.
9 Brigade, so warn your boys.
You better arm your boys.
I snack, go, go, and get paid.
I crack eggos.
I break gaps down like Legos.
Take them home for toys.
Mommy chick rolling my woods.
If you can't roll through the hood,
you can do it like a street dog and lay low.
Go beat Rambo on 5'8".
And a two-door A-5-O like it's not great.
My dough, my flow, every weight hit stages.
Rock mics, pooled bikes, every step of it.
Can't forget where I fall, duck like I was.
Real moms rock mics every day.
Me and Sonny Black roll with the K.
Flip your Cadillac, bloody your leg.
What the beats say?
Come on, go make freeway.
F you up, shoot up your way.
Got the streets on smash, clubs on smash.
Chicks we go smash early in the game.
And we got flows who want drama.
We whip that leaf, cat smash early in the game.
We got the chokes on smash, and your click,
jam, jack up and get smashed early in the game.
And we got chicks, pull your sister.
We got cat leaf, chickens with packs early in the game.
16 balls, the minimum.
Magazine, we start trembling headshots.
I'm sending them surf suckers like Wimbledon.
I'm plugged out, you feminine.
I talk more trash than them men.
Blaze Berettas, bullet time, I reach them timberland.
Players see me, say that's him again.
He all about the Benjamin's.
Try to change my wig.
But y'all know I'm gon' sin again.
Smoking, drinking, gin again.
Bad chickens got ten in them.
Cop, two trucks are kidding at him.
Cop, yoke off Dominican.
I play my Mac 10 again.
Hot lead, I put it in it.
And blood rush my adrenaline.
They trying to see the pin again.
I'm telling all your men and them,
the hell is where I'm sending them.
Caps, this is what I'm lending them.
Forever they gon' live in them.
Anybody that's kidding them or any sucker friend of them,
I'll send your ass to visit them.
Trust in the suit and lizards.
Gives them the ghetto to issue in.
You know you want them to win.
Them that who hot, you know I commit it in.
We got the streets on smash.
Clubs on smash.
Chicks we gon' smash.
Early in the game.
And we got flows who want drama.
We went that lead.
Cats smash.
Early in the game.
We got the chokes on smash.
And yo, click, crash, hack up, and get smashed.
Early in the game.
And we got chicks pull your sister.
We got cat leaf.
Jizz with packs.
Early in the game.
Now that that block used to get paper,
then throw that work on it.
Rodeo flow ain't slick.
You need to work on it.
Smack asses, hit them hard from the back.
And hurt on it.
And your homie got what in his stash?
Ray right on it.
Player that money talk.
Got some make them some assault.
Like your Mad Six.
When the Macs split, y'all layin' caskets.
Y'all homie high for a minute.
We makin' classics.
Got mad clits.
And we get through metal detectors.
Gases crack.
I'm a thug.
Race around narc stocks that never had chips.
Wherever the clubs at, my homies gon' crack.
The 145 rolling with something early.
They're going smash.
And we don't keep hammers for nothing.
We gon' blast it.
Y'all heard that slogan, true player from the MLA.
Hit the keys and I never had to spend no paya.
Names is ringing.
The streets is singing.
The waistline.
Oh, the wrist player, it can change the scene.
We got the streets on smash.
Clubs on smash.
Chicks we gon' smash.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Early in the game.
Woo-hoo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woo-hoo
We the definition of hip hop and basketball
Putting it together for y'all
Big things is happening right now
And one mixtape, volume five
Kaboom
Nukes the ring, wonder
Duck down records, that's what's up
And one mixtape
Yo, slide
Right, slide
That's it
What up, what up
What up, what up
Hey yo, it's time to get professional
Me and MFC is inseparable
Two or three steps ahead of you and then I'm dead of you
Mad cause they pick Big Will instead of you
I got these niggas on the streets with heat
To get rid of you
See you in the streets, I'ma slap you
Snuff me, we clap you, it's real and actual
All natural, what you know about
Sending niggas over to come and smash you
Or flying out to LA just to get a tattoo
I never sold drugs, I finance dealers
I have to bust my gun off when I employ killers
You the Ellis, MC out, B out
And the Lex with sex and stop by the weed house
Right there
Powell and Lyndon
Don for my man, now his rhymes never end
Just got a new deal, can't stop spending
Hey yo, drop up, learn about the beat
That I'm in and that we're easing
It's more so than barely based
Plus we got money all up in the chase
Hey yo, modeling women all up in the place
You can still catch a tan ruled up in your face
More mode with Hennessy and Alize
Smoking on that A, black or BK, baby
Hey yo, that's what's up
What, that's what's up
That's what's up
Hey yo, it ain't no limit
It ain't no limit
Hey yo, it ain't no limit
Will's the P Master
Diggins will see murder hop in the V-Fast
Hey yo, it's shocking, see me cruising up the block
And I'm pumping new shit by rocking
Rocking, rocking
From BK to QU
Lined up, all truth was like Izzuzu
Hey, you can look at the MFC
Tell a gangster
No daddy carrying and no we ain't
What you know about Will, Rock, Sean
Mack or Bullets and Ambulance
Diggins getting dragged off
Me and them, squeezing it hot ass off
Slips the size of buildings being passed off
Never together, you can't say break up
A fact you can tell from the space that I take up
This game is all about stacking cake up
Paper, these niggas fake like make up
But exhibit, said if he got it I could get it
Trip to the West and dial 11 digits
Exquisite, now I got weed and a biscuit
Rollie on the rim, riding round with this
We smoke spliffs on the daily base
Cause we got money on the streets
We got money on the streets
We smoke spliffs on the daily base
Cause we got money all up in the chains
Modeling women all up in the place
You can still catch a ten boot up in your face
You're a Moet, Hennessy and Alize
Smoking on that sticky dream you can't be way
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
That's what's up
Slide, right
Slide, left
What, what up
What, what up
What up
What up
What up
Back up in the heat baby
Uh oh
Uh oh
What up
What up
Pick it up Chris
Be out
Be out
Be out
Be out
Be out
Be out
Be out
Wild
Ummmm
Many first Local
O STATE
Just wait
In one
Coming to a hood
In one
Huh?
Okay.
I have one of those sexy audience.
Oh, you?
It's called Take Me.
They say the country young boys love it.
Uh-huh.
How old are you, 16?
Have you heard that song?
I'm from the country, I like it that way.
Oh, okay.
Did you play ball?
No.
You never tried?
No.
What's up?
Morning, Mr. K.
Here I come.
You a basketball player?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah, I'm following you.
Let's get started.
Let's get going.
Hey, guys.
Is there a duck in the house?
Oh.
Oh.
Hey.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
All right, damn, that little fuck.
How you doing there?
Ha-ha.
And one, new corrupt,
featuring the alcoholics.
Have fun.
Be boy shit.
Have fun.
Have fun.
Have fun.
And one, that's how we get it down.
Lipicruel sound.
You might find me
wiling out at your local club
or hanging out at your local pub.
Stealing bottles from the bars
and the bitches as decoys.
Me and my alcoholic liquor group B-Boys.
Staggering, pissy, drunk,
getting at freaks.
Rush to DJ, making play some of my beats.
Lady stop and stare, that's the Swift over there.
But my girl's in here, so I quickly disappear.
Spanish night at the casa.
Dancing with freaky mommies on necks.
High and drunk, trying to salsa.
Pop my collar, twist my chain, just to floss ya.
Kick a little game and add your name to my roster.
Out to the next jam.
Let the bouncer know exactly who I am.
This is Liquid Fam.
All I did dress cold, no IDs.
And we all getting in for free.
We just wanna have fun.
Have fun.
Have fun.
Have fun.
Have fun.
Have fun.
All I really need is cold brew and weed.
Till I'm nice and keyed.
Oh yes indeed.
And some fine chicken D's.
Yeah that's my steez. I asked a homie Al Sneed.
And he quickly agreed.
Hey girl, you're coming over right after my show.
You and me on the flow.
But neck it like D'Angelo.
Now that's fun. That's fun.
We fresh off a bottle of the Apple T rum.
Going shopping with you? Nah, that ain't fun.
Eating dinner with your parents? Nah, that ain't fun.
Playing with the twos? Yeah, that's fun.
But I really ain't in the ballets.
You know how I like to have fun?
Please be believing.
I have the most fun with my deegan in your meeting.
Till you stop breathing, choking.
I be provoking B-boys to act food from Diego to Oakland.
So what you gonna do? What you gonna do?
When my liquid crew come pouring brew all over you?
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Bitches wanna have. Yeah.
Make them bounce to it. And I just wanna have.
You got a half one? Yeah.
It's time to hit the spot. It's a quarter to six.
Ain't nothing on my mind but bazillion chips.
All the bitches thinkin' bout is the chips.
New skits, strip club, peanuts, a lot of.
Mexican little board and a peanut colada.
House parties after hours come to my spot.
Grandma Yai Hennessy to kill it in peach schnapps.
Girl, y'all can have a bar and we can have a party.
Wanna have two, one for her, one for you.
Ain't nothing like it, just can't you see?
And I love it when the ladies love each other for me.
And have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Have fun. Have fun.
Yo, Katash, we having fun.
I live my life on the run.
I'm running from these sprumps.
The hoes, we love them where I'm from.
I live in Ocho, Uno Ocho.
We pull them to the curb and put the ass up in the choke hole.
We smoke so much weed, you might think clouds are forming.
But we straight up alcoholic, straight up loud performers.
Banking kind of normas, all y'alls are stuck on minimal.
Y'all fools can't get nowhere cause y'all be running with them criminals.
We have fun from sun up to sunset.
We scuba diving bungee, all that shit we ain't done yet.
We jet ski off weed, who the fuck wanna hit it?
Cause life ain't really life if you ain't having fun with it.
That wasn't an edit, mate.
Yeah, you should hear.
See, you gotta cut the rocks.
You ain't somebody else.
I got the...
It's a dead broke record.
I'm not gonna let you get away with it.
It's a dead broke record.
I'm filthy G, just starving.
Holla!
And that's I'm straight up hungry.
So our engineer couldn't be here.
He got stuck in traffic.
We coming out soon and our CD gonna be in something like this.
Like this right here.
It's real, straight from the street.
We ain't got no idea what it is.
We don't get down like that, we straight from the street.
This house right here.
And on the real you might just get this.
We might can't even give you this part.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We might just put in another...
The single is called...
I hope this don't make us broke.
Let's do it.
We got feelin'.
Now bounce with us, shake with us.
Everybody break with us.
Everyone's choice about to make it hit us.
Let's try it.
Take you with the...
He's cute but the...
You gonna do...
I'm about to get high.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I don't need, need some toenail polish.
I never went to college.
How you spell knowledge?
K-Y, no, no.
I don't, no, no.
Why won't, no, no.
Who, no, ho, ho.
Yo, and what?
Feel the agony, and what?
Evidence.
Mixed taping for y'all.
Yeah, y'all.
Heart and hustle, hard work and dedication.
Get the attention of the nation.
Blame and rhymes, call maintenance.
He's using languages and putting words on datings.
Well-educated, thoughts can't be anticipated.
Keep a poker face even when he's fated.
He traded his time for the ability to rhyme.
Freeing his mind, freeing the dumb, deaf and blind.
He like Robin Hood in the Echo Hood.
Tell your hood to seco.
I mastered his art so there's no way for me to let go.
Check your marines, military times on Swiss armies.
You take a colony to disarm me.
Agony, agonistic, shaggy,
I'm a man of my word.
Agony, agonistic, say it again.
Feel the agony because you might have missed it.
Twisted my rhymes and DNA coils so they won't spoil.
We stir-fried the vegetables in olive oil, crab oil with creos.
You won't see me licking my fingers clean off MSG from Doritos.
You found it in a torpedo ham sandwich.
I'm doing damage, my wizard cooked the turkey manwich.
Yeah, I managed with less and still coming up with the best.
I passed the test, I just took it and left.
This the type of wood that you don't get splinters.
Caution if you must enter the scientific center of gravity.
You know you're in the field of agony.
Dirt mouth, teeth, mouth full of cavities.
Caramel complexion, you know them Section 8 kids.
It's going out to hell today, biz.
We in the game, field of ag, certified official.
Respect, it might double dribble, but won't hear a whistle.
But you might hear shots from people packing zilch.
Letting off when this jam comes on, launching missiles.
Field of ag in the game, certified official.
Respect, it might double dribble, but won't hear a whistle.
But you might hear shots from people packing zilch.
Letting off when this jam comes on, launching missiles.
We play fair, play by the rules.
I challenge the school, we use balance as a tool.
My talents are ruled.
Calculate, earn that weight, through the paper mate.
Spread love, overcome hate.
Highest rapid rate, top notch.
Joiners, no socks on your hottest block.
Shoot a three pointer in your face before the clock stop.
Pop, stop or pivot.
We got two dimensional vivid, proliferate vision.
Now you ought to listen, crash boards, playing my chords.
Ever orchestrate, triple double in the third quarter.
We playing close today, golden steak matching our unis.
We slide through like diplomatic immunity in every community.
So keep your head up, especially when you're dribbling.
We so rugged that we balling our timberlands.
So what you giving them?
You better play hard.
Don't quit your day job or get laid off.
I know the plays, you can say I'm on point guard.
I move forward through the center to anoint y'all.
I might take off from the line to give you a piece of my mind.
The wind up on beat on the baseline.
Fill the ag in the game, certified official.
Respect it, might double dribble, but won't hear a whistle.
But you might hear shots from people packing.
When this jam comes on, launch your missiles.
Dialated in the game, certified official.
Respect it, might double dribble, but won't hear a whistle.
But you might hear shots from people packing.
When this jam comes on, launch your missiles.
Uh, certified official.
And one, fill the agony.
Anybody see my grateful pun?
Yes, we down in Alabama in a big-eyed supermarket.
We don't know the name of it, but it's big.
Big.
Give me that.
Give me that.
Yeah, that's how they...
You tore them to sh... up.
Hold on, I think I'm about to go get my game on.
Man, here.
Where you going, mama?
Mama, where you going, mama?
Hey, mama, recognize mama.
You see what's going on here?
Hang on, Slayer, you know how I do it.
Ha-ha!
Yeah, yeah, you know how I do it.
You got money too?
Oh, I got a big ol' single.
I got a big ol' single.
Oh.
Uh-oh, uh-oh.
Oh, good. Good.
I know you saw it.
I know you saw it.
I know you saw it, Ma, so you need to just hold on a minute.
The rock.
And one, two.
And one, two.
And one, two.
Keep it better.
All right.
New free time featuring Showcase and Smith & Wesson.
Ahh!
If you want it, you can get it, we can have it out.
What you actin dumb for?
What second you want war?
Next second you askin me whether the guns fall.
Hyperventilatin got your lungs sore.
From on your block, there's no what I come for.
Either pay your dues or I'm letting crews play.
Come once a month, any day you choose.
Don't make me spray this trade juice till everybody hates you.
Ain't a nigga I can relate to.
For the shit I'm spittin, the dentist couldn't raise you.
When I write, I'm puttin black over white.
Like it's racial, I'm like, drawin' with a gun.
All my shots is fake shoe.
Kick back from the trade 80 spray.
Got me hittin the fade away.
Watch the spitter, whatever I'm hittin fade away.
And you don't wanna get this play upset.
Now cause I slugged to the throat could be a pain in the neck.
Let's get this one thing straight.
I'm about the cash.
Like Stiles, I give the fuck about your past.
My goodness, Chop Rocks bigger than Alcatraz.
Use a Jim Carrey and nigga talkin' out your ass.
You ain't know I'm cookin' up that cold, cold rubber, man.
You ain't know I'm cookin' up with cold, cold rubbers.
And so gangsta, intersection, showcase with different weapons.
Who wants Intertex?
It's Smith and Wesson.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
Who want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
How you thought we was beat?
Thought we was weak?
Thought it was sweet?
Listen, daddy, I'm sure what you heard.
I don't threaten you.
I pop up in front of your building.
Pop up your siblings.
Couple shots, y'all disappearing.
I done it all.
Stole, sold, used, and brought.
From Portsmouth, Maryland, Trenton, New York.
Still with the fort.
Delaware had us caught.
Took a hundred thousand, beat up, trail, and caught.
Yo, but that's what the block's for.
And get his rocks off.
Tell it pop off.
And he'll get knocked off.
And the mom cry, team fall apart.
Shot you with dark.
Knew you wasn't gangster at heart.
But your boy Smokey Lye, that's one in a million.
Love the children, safe in any project building.
And I'm still in the hood, in the hood, with the hoods.
Some act tens, jump off.
We all good.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
It's the jump ball, cause it's dumb song.
You want war?
If you want it, you can get it.
We can have it out.
I'm out of intersash.
Let's play the freak week.
And just play the background back down.
You don't want to hear that pipe sound.
Get laid down in this jungle of concrete.
Cats get lifted off their feet.
Jump off or make moves.
Got the shanks out.
Won't wait the late show.
Kids busy.
We ain't all about the face grows.
For real.
Being Ant, we erase dudes.
Erase dudes.
We bout to ball out right now.
No good.
Ballin' boys.
Ant one definitely ballin'.
What you know about the Miami boys?
What you know about them Houston boys?
What you know about the Mississippi,
Memphis boys?
Ballin' boys.
What you know about the Panama boys?
What you know about them Cajun boys?
What you know about the Mayu boys?
Now we estos third one is with the girls.
New Yolks certain boys killin all the shortcut f Danko
Right there in third world.
You don't want
I'm from a southern place, hell with all the mother players.
Choke out with my brother players.
Choke, choke, pass it around, pound for pound, round and round.
Break it down, age time, lay it down.
Choke big things round, one time for the underground.
Trees for days, freaks to play, M.I.A.
Lay back and squeeze the days.
This is on the chin, why the chick kiss on the stick?
Southern hospitality click, that's real, boy.
Yo, now you need to chill, boy.
Downside we get ill, boy.
Come on, what you know about Atlanta boys?
What you know about them Dallas boys?
What you know about them Tampa, Tallahassee,
boys, ballin' boys?
What you know about them Rob boys?
What you know about them Jackson boys?
What you know about them North,
Fennom, South, Beckett, Lackett boys?
What you know about them Fox,
Chavis, U-Cons,
Mero, Tens,
Affinities on Platin Ds?
Count that Escalade,
and the
Navigate Cherokees on Triple Ds?
The real of G's, Gold T's,
Lots of money, lots of trees, Miami.
What you know about Script Club,
Rollins, Cocos?
What you know about Third Ward,
High cap and playing hard,
and they'll pull your car,
Take your life in a minute,
dig your grave,
Drop you then put you in it.
What you know about buying your,
Cutting your,
Sand Shop then selling your,
The dirty side,
Gas all in your mouth,
Walk you in your house,
Lay your rug down,
Get that money up,
We don't give a what.
The realest players,
The girl go get us,
Your girl, my girl, players.
Yes them no good players,
Gain for days,
M.I.A. from baby,
Candid toy,
Soldier boys,
That gas that's hot and burn.
What you know about Atlanta boys?
What you know about them Dallas boys?
What you know about them Tampa,
Tallahassee boys,
Baltimore?
What you know about Mero boys?
What you know about them Jackson boys?
What you know about them North,
And them South,
Pack it like it's mine.
Streetball and more,
Streetball and more,
And more and more,
And more and more,
And more and more,
Streetball and more,
And more and more,
Streetball and more,
It's set free for N1,
We signing off,
We up out of here,
The N1 Mix tape,
Volume 5,
Streetball,
Keeping it live,
We definitely focus,
Focus on the court,
Streetball legends,
And what?
Hello St. Louis!
Look right!
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