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Rick Ross
Rick Ross


Background information
Birth name William Leonard Roberts II
Born January 28, 1976
Origin Carol City, Florida, U.S.
Genre(s) Hip-hop
Years active 2002—present
Label(s) Def Jam Recordings
Associated acts Jay-Z
Lil Wayne
Triple C's
DJ Khaled
Birdman
Website Website



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Rick Ross Album


Trilla (03/11/2008)
03/11/2008
1.
2.
All I Have In This World (feat. Mannie Fresh)
3.
The Boss (feat. T-Pain)
4.
Speedin' (feat. R. Kelly)
5.
6.
Money Make Me Cum (feat. EbonyLove)
7.
DJ Khaled Interlude (feat. DJ Khaled)
8.
This Is The Life (feat. Trey Songz)
9.
10.
Here I Am (feat. Nelly & Avery Storm)
11.
Maybach Music (feat. Jay-Z)
12.
13.
Luxury Tax (feat. Lil Wayne, Trick Daddy & Young Jeezy)
14.
Reppin My City (feat. Triple C's & Brisco)
15.
I'm Only Human (feat. Rodney)
. . .


[Intro - Rick Ross]
With kush and lean on my breath
The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla
You Know I'm talkin bout

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O.
Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk
Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast
Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers with eat shelf
Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech
Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease
Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Ba
Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob
(Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This)
I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich
Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town
Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down
Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back
It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that
This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin blow
In the strip club with 50 gram is all ya know
Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers
Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga
Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s
Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C.
Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z
Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight cheese
Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder
Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin
Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun B
I met Escobar, my ring one key
Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool
We both millionaires, let's make some dough moves
I'm paranoid it's too much personalia
Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure
Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen
With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen
Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior
So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya
Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em
Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor
I don't give a fuck about death
'Cuz death don't give a fuck about flash
'Cuz flash don't give a fuck about mine
And mine never gave a fuck about my

. . .


Intro
Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)

[Hook - Mannie Fresh] + (Rick Ross)
I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women (Whaaaat)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))
(Boss) Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner (Yeah), work it on the block (Yeah)
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot (Boss)
(All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss)
All I have in this world (Boss), all I have in this world (Boss))

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I left the ? in the house and I let's my bitch drive
Twenty dischange I goes to this five
No it's not the solid treatment I let's the bitch vibe
Fire up the kush she hit it now this ?
Now imagine how she look with carties and thick thighs
Put her on the payroll 'cuz flat out she get's down
See that ass from the side that's before she sits down
And her mouth get wet as a bottle of Crystal
Niggas lookin at me, pa but I'm packin a pistol
Fuck kicked out, bitch I'm tearin this shit down
Yeah my chevy sittin high so it's hard to get down
Watch that dick standin up, girl it's hard to get down
Got them chickens in the dress so I hardly sit down
Some problem Alphabet Boys get them charges to stick now
Bitch, you ain't gotta guess it's me and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin money by the way a nigga dress

[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Smokin us a teefer name of the reefer
The cloud so thick pussy nigga I don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't see ya
Your hoe so thick pussy nigga she don't need ya
My hoes so thick pussy nigga they ain't nothin
I don't love that hoe pussy nigga there ain't nothin
My money so long his money ain't nothin
My money in front of me his money just frontin
You know the routine in movin a few things
Rollin on two benz in them new blue jeans
Japanese Denim money stuffed in 'em
twenty something cars, motherfucker I'm winnin

[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]

Sippin on that Remy outside of the club
Got me trippin like I'm Remy outside of the club
Yeah them bitches comin with me I'm shinin like a bug
I don't even think it's tricky just temporary love
Chickens pullin on my shirt I'm just worried about the chains
Tattoos ???????? I debut LeBron James
Came back Mike Vick I buried ya dog brains
Y'all ducks want the birds if not just keep walkin
Got the top down and I'm feelin like Steve Austin
You know the routine still movin a few things
Rollin I'm too biz in them new blue jeans

[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim, money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars and the baddest of the women
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)
Heeeey, I'ma work it on the corner, work it on the block
Work it till they love me, baby work it till it's hot
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have in this world, all I have in this world)

[Outro - Rick Ross]

Boss

. . .


(feat. T-Pain)

[Intro:]
Ricky Ross (the boss), T-Pain, J-J-J-J-J-R

[Chorus:]
I got a fresh line-up, fresh outfit
bout to have the parkin' lot on smash
plus I got a chevy wit a 4-5-4 in da hood
dat bitch got 125 on da dash (she like em gangsta cuz)

I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da I'm da biggest boss dat you've seen thus far
I'm da biggest boss that you've seen thus far

Cuz it's just anotha day in da life of of a got damn boss

[Verse1:]
I dnt make love baby we make magic
Come home wit a thug let's get shit crackin'
Always wear plastics baby cuz shit happen
She leak da backseat just to freak in da magnum
Hopped out da magnum hopped in da trey
Just to let da top back and thank God for the day
Who gives a fuck what a hata gotta say
I made a couple million dollars last year dealin whey
Still in da streets, strapped wit them thangs
She in love wit a G so she tatted my name (ross)
I'm da biggest boss that ya seen thus far
10 black >maybacks? back to back in da lane
Ima make it rain and ima make it back
You are just a lame lil homie dats a fact
Workin wit the police actin like ya know me
Fresh outta jail already in ya old >jeep?

[Chorus:]
I got a fresh line-up, fresh outfit
bout to have the parkin' lot on smash
plus I got a chevy wit a 4-5-4 in da hood
dat bitch got 125 on da dash (she like em gangsta cuz)

I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da I'm da biggest boss dat you've seen thus far
I'm da biggest boss that you've seen thus far

Cuz it's just anotha day in da life of of a got damn boss

[Hook:]
T-Pain
the boss boss boss da boss boss boss da boss boss boss da boss
the boss boss boss da boss boss boss da boss boss boss da boss
[Bridge:]
Shawty straight diggin me (and I ain't even rich)
I know you niggas on da sideline like ain't dat a bitch
I'm on my job, and I ain't gettin off
Cuz it's just anotha day in the life of a got damn boss

[Verse2:]
I"m da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
Got da biggest car spanish broads no bra
Call dat otha lame for da walks in tha park
I ain't come to play games I jus wanna to play my part
Tell ya girlfriend to come talk wit me dawg
We straight G's and we came here to ball
Bottle after bottle and i'm sure ya count em all
Then we off to dat chevy fired up and takin off
Baby slow it down cuz ya movin too fast
Ya ass to fine to be movin too fast
Back to the thuggin, now i'm sippin sizzer
All my niggas love it, baby dats my wizard
Stack for da G's 5 bones fa da shizzer
I don't smoke 20's 800 for da Izzer
I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
You can tell by da shones dats standin by tha car

[Chorus:]
I got a fresh line-up, fresh outfit
bout to have the parkin' lot on smash
plus I got a chevy wit a 4-5-4 in da hood
dat bitch got 125 on da dash (she like em gangsta cuz)

I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da biggest boss that you've seen thus far

Cuz it's just anotha day in da life of of a got damn boss

(T-Pain)
eh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh eh!
yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeh yeaeh, uh-huh
yeh eh eh eh uh-huh
yeh yeh yeh yeh
(Rick Ross)
I"m da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far
I'm da I'm da biggest boss dat ya seen thus far

. . .


(feat. R. Kelly)

Rick ross:
Legendary,runners,you know me, o ooooh, o ooooh, Trilla , o ooooh,o ooooh

Verse:1 (Rick Ross)
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account,my account can't count up on my money in an hour, cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last, look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance, Goddamn, speed got my heart racin, see I dont have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation (Aaaye) ceasar salad, ceasars palace (Aaaye), you not a boss little nigga cause your cheese is garbage (What?), in the benz ak ridin shotgun (Ross), it's a benz cause your broke til you got one, it ain't nothing do 100 in the maybach, throwin money out the roof motherfuck brake pads.

Chours:(R.Kelly)
Fast life, I live, big cars , big cribs, speedin, I'm speedin, I can't stop it's all I know, from a youngin I was taught get doe, I'm speedin, speedin, I'm speedin.
.................................
.................................

. . .


[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will flip over ya ?
We the best at best you doin failing
Straight finesse ?
That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
Fuck the chips I dip nigga ?
Now I'm runnin from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds
All I use are my ghetto words
I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms
I'ma get money I'ma flash dough
Unique whips will cash grow
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
Dead presidents are runnin my family

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done fucked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Am I talkin for police because I puff weed
'Lotta artists some recorded as a puffy
Like a pimp I'ma skip, past the ?
Like a pimp order, pimp I import her
Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter
'Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her
She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter
Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder
What the fuck you niggas know about loyalty
Huh cuz nigga you the fuss
Tell 'em what I said like I really give a fuck
And that big foot hoe needed the hood
Derrick Henderson still sellin his car
Smelled his ass no ross just bought another garage
Yeah, yeah they wanna be the boss
But bitch niggaz get twist in the cross
I'm the best

[Hook - Rick Ross]

Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done fucked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
Thinkin bout my bitch Kandice
Kandice was also romantic
Club grave, yeah I had cha both
While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke
Boss I need more champagne
? piece niggaz know my chain
Yeah I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain
You could get a lil' pussy nigga hold my name
Ross yeah I go a long way
Well paid, babygirl let the song play
I'm lookin for the next topmodel
Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles

[Hook - Rick Ross]
Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin
Kanye and these hoes tellin me nothin
I'ma keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I put a hit on a nigga head ?
Every dollar I get keeps me shinin
I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds
I done fucked every dime up in diamonds
This for them d-boys gettin money shinin

[Outro - Rick Ross]
Shinin you feel me
Shout out to that hole motherfuckin 3-0-5 M.I.Yayo
Maybach Music, nigga
I am the C-E-O and we are sucka free, nigga
Ya niggaz, yeah we used to pay ya charge and car notes, nigga
We showed ya niggaz love ya feel me
But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga
It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga
'The fuck you think this is this Triple C, nigga
Yeah like I said, baby
I got ten keys on my wrist so have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that
Boss

. . .


(feat. Ebonylove)

[Girl: Talkin]
Dis for the trill bitches fuck a nigga money make me come
Boss u betta tell em

[Rick Ross:]
I need a real bitch 365 let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Some may say in foolish but we have a ball
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond all the death threats cause I ol niggas
She told me get rest those are hoe niggas that's a real bitch she had to show niggas cause I
Was blind to the fact she was a hoe nigga I'm counting doe nigga yea double count
Somthin cum up short she'll point it out niggas try to holla she will point it out
She will catch a flight she will run a rout

[Chorus: x3]
We got grams in this bitch girl come and get you some
Money make me come money money make me come

She a real bitch so she gotta stunt she get her weaves done at least five times a month
She don't call em purses bitch call em bags I don't know the names I no they cost some
Stacks she deserves this she serves her purpose she saves her juice box till it looks perfect
Fuck the ascamot fuck with a astranaut I'm in the ghost streams nots in my ashy watch
I need a real bitch[x2] ass like trina and the brain with the business I needs a real bitch
She get ya what ya need she get ya what ya want she even roll ya weed

[Chorus]

I need a real bitch 365 let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Some may say in foolish but we have a ball she make moves on my behalf when
I had no bond cop the big rich let her move in it condo around the corner with all the
Tools in it take her two minutes she'll be there and back buss her when u c that pretty
Face u betta lay flat

[Chorus: till it fades]

. . .


Trilla
I hope your all enjoying yourselfs
This is the dj khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian aka we da best aka dade county 305 the movement
We are here forever
We survive through Every storm any weather any road block any fuck nigga
We here forever and we ain't never gonna stop Rick Ross is the defination of the projects Ricky Ross is the defination of the ghetto Rick Ross is the defination of the slums Rick Ross is the Streets you see Rick Ross is like the poor People President he represents the struggle he's the level of the hustle I am dj khaled and I'm gonna stand beside Rick Ross for the of my life through the good times through the bad times see we will never be stopped Never cause we the muthafucking best
Eh yo E class man hold this man my machine broke from countin to much Cash Belive that haha

. . .


(Feat. Trey Songz)

[Intro - Rick Ross]
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up haha
Gettin Money

[Hook - Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin the drought from droppin
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin
? boppers serve it up for a hell of a price
This is the life, this is the life
This is the, this is the life

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near
Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my stand smith
Snitches stand clear can't no snichtes stand here
This reserve for them trill I'm red carpet every year
Take a picture canary stones so photogenic
No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go and get it
Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf
Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no
But I can't I get a rush blowin dough
I'm gettin bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough
This is the life I'm in a race to get money
This is the life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me

CHORUS

verse 2 - Rick Ross]
Not that I'm arrogant I'm just extravagant
I'm a boss player check my ?
I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland
White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline
She love ballplayers hate the dope boys
'Cuz we fight dogs call me Jeff Goerges
Yea this the Superbowl of the street shit
It's all fast food my niggaz eat quick
When I seen a million it fucked up my life
Brand new twenty cars party for twenty nights
Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives
I wouldn't it change for the world
This is the life

Chorus

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm camptin in the Hamptons
Chillin in a playstation
'Cuz I'm playin with them chips that you ain't makin
I ain't fakin trap ain't vacant
California razors keep me feelin Jamaican
The block backin the blunt burnin
I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners
Find Escorts for the G.F.E
Fine lip servers for the Triple C
Words rhymin best
Can't spell well but I define success
I sell well so I make a toast
The fallen comrades hold the bottles up
We standin tall fam
Chorus

. . .


Wet bars on the boat
Wet broad money low
Real like scott storch off from the coke
Maybachs were a dream, now its all real
its hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
still get the chills i call em the goosebumps
ya alex had a vision im building like two trumps
step in goosebumps im the main event
got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin
now thats what the fuck i call a chain reaction
you see it, these niggas living off the pad
ya i ran 100 miles but i did it all with class
hands all glass, wrists all glass
real on heron how long will the crystal last
champaing to poar celebrate the cause
hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers

whats worst a testimony from your homy
tables turn quick i told you not to fuck with tony
you started with the dishes then it went to digits
i had to cross friendships its rules to the business
all the time with a siter like gina
beauty salon dream got the keys in the beemer
on the way to cheetas pointin an army
land my spaceship with the spoilers on it
seen the ufos, fbi, atf let em know how a nigga ride
44 with 45s and 64s
half a pill two dimes six folks
i need a slice of the pie
456 as i throw the dice in the sky
head crack nigga, bread stacks nigga
convertible purp ya i let my hat back nigga

lamborghinis and mazerattis for mediocrhes
when the lease over back to the streets soldier
call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over
when the beefs over mike see the peach rovas
we the eats while we trying to reach each quota
no soda rolls rolla one owner
broad yayo eighty grand one corner
luis vuitton right size dont want em
they trippin im trippin in tiffany stones
get a mop peter prop im living it homes
cheufer i blow purp and no skirts
4 chains will put you down with more work

. . .


Chores

I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he aint acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

Verse 1

Sight seeing we might be in the
Codra port or that new white BM
Home from FAMU with a gorgeous face,
Next semester she transfer to Florida state
Cooking like home-etch for financial aid.
I highly doubt she has problems with financial aid .
Remember mean time my finance is straight
I even open up the doors to the panantial states Boss
She used to fight with her moms,
Till I sat em both down
Now she’s tight with her moms (what?)
Yeah I put the ice on her arm,
Now she know she getting sliced
Spending nights in Milan (yeah)
We still blow weed together,
Cheated on her but we still gone be together
With the house on the water hit the beach whenever
She’s from the north and still can’t believe there whether Boss

Chores

I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he aint acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

Verse 2

Hear I am and here I go
Why you looking for that other
When you got the best?
The previous was a test for ya,
Now you in the big leagues
A black Sine brother who
Wouldn’t wanna play for me?
Ya last man was a chump
And you can tell him I said it
He was talking a lot at first,
But you can see that dead it
You can see I aint sweat it,
Hell ill even call him my self
And tell him I dead it naw
Please don’t confuse me miss
Im tryina see if I could put you
On my Christmas list
I hope you aint offended by this
But I think your ass fine as shit and
That’s straight up real talk, all bullshit
Aside she replied
“I Like To Do The Wild Thang”
Action took place at my place
Now my place is her place

Chores

I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he aint acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

Verse 3

Mo better mo cheddar not the man
Off your clothes last sweater (what)
Hoe getter gorilla fuck chuffers,
I went and got mo killas boss
I rock with Niggas like Fabolous cause
He tell the truth baby like Fabolous
But you make it look glamorous
Here’s spaghetti strapped heals not for amateurs
Risk quite rocky, talk like foxy, job like roxy,
Spark that broccoli walk quite aky
Let me sexy I will save you if you let me.
Fly with me, get high as me
I love the alphabet girl im a G
Time will tell, Rolex watches
We show stoppas, hoes just watchin

Chores

I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he aint acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

. . .


(feat. Jay-Z)

[Girl One (Girl Two):]
What is this? (Maybach music)
I like this Maybach music

[Both Girls:]
Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
Ha-ha-ha!

[Sample:]
Come and take a ride
Come and take a ride

[Rick Ross:]
Billionaire
Yayo
JUSTICE LEAGUE

[Rick Ross:]
57 years, yes!
Blood for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
Double deck yacht, docked Boss, blowing weed up
Revenue incredible, it put me on a pedestal
Columbia to Mexico, I figure there was a better rule
Look at me, a model now
Models and bottles 'round
A Blood holla', ballin'
But the boys in blue, shot 'em down
Gang-affiliated, colors prosecutors painted
'Cause the niggas I employed, name synonymous with Mi-Yayo
Instrumental that are mental, Maybach kind of mental
400 off the lot, the block is monumental
Some things money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
In the rear, so many instruments I hear
Tucked behind curtain, no signs to fear (ROSS!)
I'm higher than a leer / Aaliyah
This Maybach music, designer shit I wear
May cause you to lose it
Close your eyes and inhale the smoke
It's Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote, nigga!
5 ounces, take a toke
Of this Maybach music, the realest shit I wrote
BOSS!

[Jay-Z:]
YOUNG!
Fuck it then!

[Jay-Z:]
Black Maybach, white seas, black piping
Remind me of Paul McCartney and Mike fighting
You know, "The Girl Is Mine"
"Life's A Bitch", so "The Whole World Is Mine"
The six-deuce long, the curtains are drawn
Perfectly like a Picasso, Rembrandts and Rocco's
I'm a major player, 40-40's in Vegas at the Palazzo
They said it was not so
Certain things that money can't buy
Like being this fly
'Til then, I'm just gonna' ride!
I'm like G-Rap with better transportation
On the road to the riches, reach my "Final Destination"
And the lair, closer to a leer / Aaliyah
Say a "Prayer", hope I get ta' see her
When I disappear from here - baby, yeah!
But I don't see the ending through these millionaire lenses
Just the Two M's on the emblem
The partition roof, translucent and Humador
Where refrigerators, where Ace of Spades âЂ“ two I store!
True story, my closet is like two stories
Cut to the happy ending, 'cause I don't do stories
Shawn Corey, real rap
The Maybach is bananas, peel back!
You feel that?
YOUNG! C'mon!

[Jay-Z:]
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!
Realest shit I ever wrote, chillin' in my Maybach
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back
Since way back, since way back
8-track episodes, been doing this since way back!

[Rick Ross:]
BOSS!
Can't be stopped now
We got too much cake

[Rick Ross:]
They pinching pennies, while I'm muscling for meals
And the muscle be that muzzle, when I stuff it in your grill
Stuffed shells - thanks to crack, I crack
Crab and lobsters, not all mobsters
Imposters - got cha!
Boy, I got an eagle view, slanted on my balcony
Can only stay a week or two, so many people out for me
I bulletproofed the Maybach
Got a killer's intuition
Holding on that mack 11, Makaveli premonition
Waiting on my Suge Knight
One nation under God, since I chose a thug's life
Guess I gotta' play my part
Never will I die, my name symbolize
The hustle for young killers coming from the other side
Some things your money can't buy
Like Heaven in the sky, even a better ride
I'm large, my black car
Menagin' black broads, massage for frauds
I'm livin' large, sellin' fat rocks
In the "Killin' Field" of hip-hop
Runnin' up on the car, you get popped, mopped and dropped!
I'm The Boss!

. . .


trilllaaaaa...
BOSSSS
yeah, trilla, feels good baby
BOSSSS,
i done took over the game nigga,
hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys? on
no underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted to nigga
Jay-Z wuddup nigg !
uh, yeah
let me fuck with 'em right now

(Verse 1)
Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap), leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks)
they jealous of the fortune, the glitz and the fame my cocaine mortgage,
in the game like tony parker, snow white range and my partner pocket,
i'm back on them thangs thats my only problem, homie i put that only mamma.
still rollin' with the 4 5th now that i'm rich got these broke niggas so sick,
and my daughters college pre paid, she straight - say thanks to the d game!, in that phantom on that tupac, ridin' through the ghetto like i'm lookin' for a new spot, nawwt. but i'm well established, i fuck with heroin cause it sells the fastest.

(Chorus)
I'ma ride bout mine, and i wouldn't tell a lie,
take it out of town go and get my money right.
and if it ain't bout cash, i don't really care
i'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
i'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
i'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
if it ain't 'bout cash i don't really care,
i'm straight 'bout cash,
i'm a hood billionaire.

(Verse 2)
uh, boss
a bitch try to stick me,
just cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me,
naww
i only fuck with the O.G.'s, the ones that won't turn you in to the police,
on the run ??? nigga four keys
i.d.'s, passports it was so sweet (they lookin' baby!)
front yard still a carshow, blue gotti, the gotti and my rocko
i won't let the roof up, kingdom come, prince is a ?
to be loved, to be loved, oh what a feeling for me to be loved
haters want to murder me and i can smell a hit,
so its music to my ears everytime i feel a clip,
i'm a card shark up in a hard rock, 20 grand a hand baby jam in the ipod?

(Chorus)
I'm a ride 'bout mine, and i wouldn't tell a lie,
take it out of town go and get my money right.
and if it aint 'bout cash, i don't really care
i'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
i'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
i'm straight 'bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
if it aint 'bout cash i don't really care,
i'm straight 'bout cash,
i'm a hood billionaire.

(verse 3)
boss
hit a hundred grand in a day damn
whip that white girl just like k-fed
got me a white girl, i fuck til her face red,
yeah her food tastes bad, but she givin great head,
please let me say that, i really love a fat ass
take her to the dealer ship, and shecan she can get that
my heart in the ghetto, i'm married to the projects
i ride with AR, incase a nigga start shit

(Chorus)
I'm a ride bout mine, and i wouldn't tell a lie,
take it out of town go and get my money right.
and if it aint bout cash, i dont really care
i'm straight bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
i'm straight bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
i'm straight bout cash, i'm a hood billionaire
if it aint bout cash i dont really care,
i'm straight bout cash,
i'm a hood billionaire.

. . .


[Lil Wayne:]
I think we got a problem
Yeahh...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.
Big business minus the business suit.
Even I look in the mirror like is it you,
And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you.
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.
New coop, no top, big tennis shoes.
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
We don't get rid of Q,
We get rid of fools.
They said I couldn't play football I was too small.
They say I could'nt play basketball I wasn't tall.
They say I could'nt play baseball at all.
And now everyday of my life I ball.
And they say it ain't raining until someone assassinate,
And I feel like LMK
Yeah... I have a dream to be your worst nightmare,
And now meet the boss of the cartel.

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I'm a seven-nine satan, sitting on Lorenzzes.
And I seem really patient, picture the equation.
People taking pictures and they really getting fragrant.
Flags down my spaceship, sergeant searching for a fragrance.
Yayo, Yayo, he wanna sniff the yayo, flying saucer on the hasa
In the casa just to lay-low.
Make more (money man) that the model for the mob,
Need a blowjob my model, get a model for the job.
Go hard, no job, hustler, no prob, poster,
Nigga what finger fuck you whole squad.
Forty around spending doe, flipping for my?
Let you raid tax on them packs if you didn't know
Bought a new crib, niggas feeling like I hid.
3.2 but I just did it for the kids.
More guns than a pawn shop,
Got my whole arm rocked.
Keep the 760 double parked in the wrong spot.

Still huustling...
BOSSS

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah... You gotta pay for this,
I remember when I used to pray for this.
This, this is classic,
So this shit you might never see again.
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then,
And we taxin, you don't want it nigga leave it then.
And we ain't trying to see the pen,
Like a needle in a hay stack we ain't trying to see the pen.
This is a luxury tax.

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
(I don't ask them baby I just tax em baby)
(Let's go)
Yeah imagine this,
No imagine that.
Gave me my sack like, goodluck getting back.
(Yeah...)
I'm like how the fuck I'm gonna get outta there.
And if I'm not careful,
Leave em the same place they find him there.
And I'm a winner if I make it cross the finshline,
Putting food on the table like it's dinner time.
And this is what you call sterotyping about?
Can you tell me my your dog keep sniffing my car?
Huh? Got the audacity to call me a liar.
So what you got in your trunk?
Oh, just a spare tire.
You niggas talked blow,
While I sold mine.
Like a bad crape, it's locking up in no time.
More time in the kitchen then I spent in the studio,
Case paradise and I ain't talking about Coolio.
Can't lie, still addicted to the odor
Got a ice cold Pepsi,
But still thinking Coke-Cola.

Hahaha...

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]
I'm up early in the morning, and I'm dressed in black.
Hold on, every morning I get dressed in black.
While your half ass looking at my pants sagging,
I'm getting money, and my swaging and black flagging.
Million dollor status, fully automatic.
Heavy on the? and even harder on the women.
If it wasn't for reverend,
I probably would pimpin and shit.
Pops, my papai, has already hear me.
Tried trapping, shit sent me to prison,
Got mad and went to savage so homocide came to visit.
I smell gun powder,
So you got one hour to come up with every damn dollar,
Or your dun-dolla.
It cost a ball dogg,
Especially when the players on your team,
Consider you as the ball hog.
You treat me like Shaq,
And you Kobe but I didn't say you owe me nigga.
But act like you know me nigga.

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

. . .


[CHORUS: x2]
I be reppin my city I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city er er er'y night
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city - no one can do it better

[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin Issey Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
That's a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do
Standin in his bloody boots
Yea I'm fresh outta boot camp
Ain't gotta food stamp
Counterfeit bills will get you killed
Now where the goons at
It's poppin in Opalocka, floppin dem candy paints
Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12s in the seven trey
Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place
Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner
Still burnin rubber, bustin rubbers
And these bitches under cover
Tell the truth I ain't a lover
But I fuck her like I love her Boss...

[CHORUS x2]

I be reppin my city
I be grippin dem cities
I be flippin dem pennies
Turn em to good and plenty
I be strokin that pussy
I be smokin that kushie
I be flippin dem flounders
They be huntin my bounty
I'm the face of the hood
Every place in the hood
Triple C's in there
Come get a taste of my hood
I'm da captain of the corner
Khaki's and Coronas
Now we gotta show em
So let's patch em up and blow em
Now, blow the dice, shake em
Roll em, don't throw em
Hand clap, where it's at
Nigga show me somethin
Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy
You know how we get it Don
Nigga, that's how I bet a thou
Project Poe, I'm the project hoe
That means, everytime I talk, the projects spoke
And we in the same struggle
So the projects know
Gotta million dollar profit
Singin project notes
Just know...

[CHORUS x2]

(this what I'm talkin bout right here Poe...)
Wherever I'm at I'm good nigga, hood nigga
First sign of problems, eliminate
Wish a nigga would act
Like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs
Rosero? with the word, roses hit your mirror?
Cartel representas, center of the war zone
Super cats on the coupe, cover of the whole zone
Catch me in the Source, double XL rated
Next to million dollar Nextel
Workin, ain't trippin other checks now
Super sells, so the pussy's platinum
Back to the basics
You in danger at 16 with the beam
One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7
Got the chopper close by
Head bussa from the Bronx
Rep my city every night
Hundred thousand worth of ice
Tight work, boy that's life work
Crystal clear starin make your eyes hurt
Time for the new breed, Triple C
Custom cars and cycles
Psycho path for my math
Put my hand on the pipe torch

[CHORUS x2]

[Brisco:]
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my block
I be reppin my hood
I be reppin the locks
Welcome to dade county
This the bottom of the beaker
Where the beach is sexy blue
And the cocaine cheaper
High nine five nigga, let me ride
I'm in that dolphin-colored S5
Fire, look at me, I'm
Bouncin with that chick
Got the grill out my left fold
See how now I live
Call me Mr. Stephon
I gotta plush seat from Ingo P
Just know I rep my city thru Miami's E
Yea, I'm Miami's Baby...
Brisco to Opalocka, goon come save me..

. . .


Lord knows I ain't perfect

[Rodney] + (Rick Ross)
I'm only human
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mmaa make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
12 years old and you dealin' crack
Your momma only 26 - how she deal with that?
Got a deadbeat dad, but he far from dead
He never knew chocolate milk make you fart real bad (Naw!)
One thing that I wish I could change
Just to see my daddy wavin' at a football game
Just to see my daddy standin' when they say my name
Walk me to the locker room and say, "Son, good game!" (For real!)
You make a tackle, but nobody there to clap
So I'm writing down my feelings, never knew it was a rap
Our house burnt down, we livin' in motels
So no matters how it sound, let me give you the whole tale!
Goddamn! Now the tears won't stop!
Momma held down three jobs, can she live on top?
Never flew on a plane 'til my LP drop
So I told her once week that her ears are gonna' pop!
(ROSS!)

[Rodney]
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
Wake up Sunday morning, wanna see my son
He already wanna see his sister, he ain't seen in months
I know it's about the dollars, so I'm steamin' blunts
At the custody hearing and I'm clean as fuck! (BOSS!)
I ain't mad at cha girl, do your thing!
Last night I hit the club and I threw that change! (Yeah!)
I'mma write you off, unemployed to a Boss!
Another young broad, I'll run in there raw!
Raw, raw - oh yes I am!
Chevy on ground, call it Mex-I-Can
I run D.C. like Leo G
In A-T-L, I keep a bird in the P-O-T
M-I-A! I'm The Mayor on my J-O-B
You OD'd, O-Z's on the C-O-D
Bink in VA, drinking V8
Squeek-kays got me ready to sneak the DA!

[Rodney]
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross]
I know I'm not perfect (For real!)
But I perfected, what I had to work with
Trunk full of sack, saying my prayers
Let me cut the music down so The Lord can hear!
Psalm 27, ink tatted in my arm
Made me think back, when I was baggin' up a bong
Young D-Boys always bragging about the run
I was on my third Rolley – now, I guess we're the bomb!
Now it's deep cuts in the club for the watch
Might let two dimes just fuck while I'll watch!
I'm a Delano, it's Tony Soprano
I fuck with Chicanos
They get it, G - I know!

[Rodney]
Oh, yeahhh!
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

. . .


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