Dem Franchize Boyz lyrics
Dem Franchize Boyz lyrics
"Bricks 4 The High lyrics"
The Siege Of Lachish lyrics
Music: Ashmedi & Moloch / Lyrics: AshmediAll will sigh when they realize we dwell in the land belowKeepers of Nergal's knowledge of Zingir beholdThe siege of LachishOur demon spiritsThe valley of GehennaWe are heard so loudFrom blood they are running nowLegions of ours slay the enemyThey are going to die when the fall of the site beginsOn the mountain side let it be, the slaughter of the deityLife is blind life is death, the siege of Lachish will stop the slaves, so bow!!!March of the wicked, the mighty breedWinds of the fearless Nineveh will blowFinding the realms of the mighty brethrenWaging the siege now the siege of blood[Lead: Ashmedi]The siege of LachishOur de
(feat. Dame Dash, Jim Jones)Music: Ashmedi & Moloch / Lyrics: AshmediAll will sigh when they realize we dwell in the land belowKeepers of Nergal's knowledge of Zingir beholdThe siege of LachishOur demon spiritsThe valley of GehennaWe are heard so loudFrom blood they are running nowLegions of ours slay the enemyThey are going to die when the fall of the site beginsOn the mountain side let it be, the slaughter of the deityLife is blind life is death, the siege of Lachish will stop the slaves, so bow!!!March of the wicked, the mighty breedWinds of the fearless Nineveh will blowFinding the realms of the mighty brethrenWaging the siege now the siege of blood[Lead: Ashmedi]The siege of LachishOur de
[Dame Dash + Parlae]
How rich y'all niggaz wanna be? (Franchize!)
You wanna be a millionaire? (D-F-B...Bitch!)
You wanna be a billionaire? (10 Hoe!)
Nigga you wanna be what I wanna be...(10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Nigga I fuckin hustle, nigga I get money!
I can get money doin anything!
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Nigga I really do my thing
Kind of fuckin hustlers are y'all?
[Buddie]
yeah...
I'm posted in that tip (Tip)
And my homeboy home
Blew an ounce of that kush (Kush)
In my sean john jones
I got the mild for the low (Low)
From smokin plenty optimos
Tryna make a quick flip, like my patna Maceo
I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa...
Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks....
(all that man, I need a fo, a duece)
It started in that temp, flippin mid's by them O-Z's
[Pimpin']
On the hill wit that shit from a custom border
Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter (For a Quarter??)
That's one, I fulfill nigga's order
what you nigga's wanna order?
06' Nino Brown, flip the temp int
Tricks lyrics
Es hat uns sehr gefreut Man fragt sich was ist dran an ihm Was k?nnte es wohl sein Ist der Wein aus ?sterreich den er uns entschenkt immer rein Bavarian Hungarian happy hippie vegetarian Was ist das Wiener Blut Was tut daran uns gut If I feel for driving crazy in the middle of the night I smash the party den ich zahle bar Dass mein Bentley und mein Penthouse jemand st?ren Ist mir nicht klar Wollt ihr'nen Liedermacher oder einen Star Oh oh oh oh Man tut dass es gef?llt Wofur man es auch h?lt Ich weiss genau worauf ihr scharf seid sind noch immer Meine Tricks Don't know what I would do without Tricks yeah yeah Gimme Tricks Ihr wisst ich bin alleine ohne meine meine Tricks yeah That's the only reason my heart still ticks Vishnu, Batu, F
o the carterEs hat uns sehr gefreut Man fragt sich was ist dran an ihm Was k?nnte es wohl sein Ist der Wein aus ?sterreich den er uns entschenkt immer rein Bavarian Hungarian happy hippie vegetarian Was ist das Wiener Blut Was tut daran uns gut If I feel for driving crazy in the middle of the night I smash the party den ich zahle bar Dass mein Bentley und mein Penthouse jemand st?ren Ist mir nicht klar Wollt ihr'nen Liedermacher oder einen Star Oh oh oh oh Man tut dass es gef?llt Wofur man es auch h?lt Ich weiss genau worauf ihr scharf seid sind noch immer Meine Tricks Don't know what I would do without Tricks yeah yeah Gimme Tricks Ihr wisst ich bin alleine ohne meine meine Tricks yeah That's the only reason my heart still ticks Vishnu, Batu, F
Rebirth! don't cut out my four-ways
I stash purp pounds, that's down for the drop days
And for my pay, I hit the trap when the sunrise
I break one down, and the rest goin for the high
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Now see I like the shit these niggaz is talkin
Real hustla's recognize other real hustla's
That's why I'm fuckin wit em, Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
[Dame Dash]
I got houses in different continents nigga!
Nigga I did my trips in London, remember that?
Fuck is wrong wit ya'll?!?
[Jizzal Man]
I'm the boss of my own shit, I'm the ruling general
Bricks lined up like, cars at a funeral
I'm working hard white, So I never twurk, touch and bust
My workers on the block, So the work ain't even gotta touch
My money come in stacks (Stacks)
And I know just how to get it man
A low profile, might be ridin a Honda Civic man
You'll never know it's me, but a nigga got the work holmes
I move it all day, think he clirpin on my chirp phone
Connects so sweet (Sweet)
And I'm dealin wit tha curribeans'
They come from cross the water, masked-taped to my europeans'
Supplyin', whole towns, little counters, in the projects
Tryna double my money up, leave the block, wit a profit
Bang Bang You lyrics
My love is like a cannonball, I'm takin' aim and you're gonna fall Don't h play Chorus: And we go one, two, three, four, when midnight comes, I'll be at your door Five, six, seven, eight, oh, oh, I just can't wait I'm gonna bang, bang you - I'll shoot you down with my love gun, baby Bang, bang you - I got you in the heart, you're gonna be mine, yeah Hands up, reach for the sky, I'll treat you good, 'cause I'm a bad guy If love's a crime I've got a hundred schemes I'll be the villain in your book of dreams chorus (You know what I'm talking about. Ooh, come on!) (Listen) - chorus Bang, bang you, I'll shoot you down with my love gun, baby Bang, bang you, I got you in the heart, you're gonna be mine, yeah (repeats ou
For you nigga's that like to pop (Pop)My love is like a cannonball, I'm takin' aim and you're gonna fall Don't h play Chorus: And we go one, two, three, four, when midnight comes, I'll be at your door Five, six, seven, eight, oh, oh, I just can't wait I'm gonna bang, bang you - I'll shoot you down with my love gun, baby Bang, bang you - I got you in the heart, you're gonna be mine, yeah Hands up, reach for the sky, I'll treat you good, 'cause I'm a bad guy If love's a crime I've got a hundred schemes I'll be the villain in your book of dreams chorus (You know what I'm talking about. Ooh, come on!) (Listen) - chorus Bang, bang you, I'll shoot you down with my love gun, baby Bang, bang you, I got you in the heart, you're gonna be mine, yeah (repeats ou
You know I got them pills too
Getcha you a couple of splitters, have you spinnin like some wheels fool
This shit don't stop, I move this work clockwise
I got my own bizness, I call this shit tha Franchize!
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash + Jim Jones]
Nigga's get a million dollars and think they gettin it? (Harlem!)
Nigga I made my first million when I was a teenager (Dipset! Byrdgang..)
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Jim Jones]
Ugh....Jones, Capo!
Dipset! Them nigga's know I'm bout this (ByrdGang!)
Spillin champagne, all over Vision's Couches (Ballin!)
Like fuck it, tell alex keep the cris' rollin (Keep it Rollin!)
I'm gettin drunk blowin weed wit the pistols showin' (Watch Em!)
Spendin a couple K's up in Stroker's (Right...)
Flyin up Peachtree, racin in the roster's (The Fast Life!)
I'm so icy, and I think they like me (Like Me)
Seven Jeans saggin, fitted cap and my white tee (I'm Fresh to death!)
The foreign cars got they eyes poppin' (Daammnn....)
And you can see the stars when the ride droppin
[Parlae]
Aye Jim Jones, (What's Hattninnin!)
Let ya boy Parlae get some of that Harlem clientele (What's Hattninnin!)
I got more crack than a curb, Fuck wit me! (We
I'm So Beautiful lyrics
Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so beautiful you've gotta believe it I am beautiful. I'm so beautiful can't you see? Look at me! I said: I'm so beautiful Well everybody's welcome to this point of view. We're all beautiful can't you see? High feeling high I'm really gonna shake it through the night I'm gonna nail the beat to the floor I'm gonna make you scream Scream for more. There ain't n
stside! Aye fuck wit me)Out out tonight feel like going out in the night I'm gonna walk the street walk the street I wanna feel the heat feel the heat. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! Wild feeling wild and I'm burning up deep inside I wanna let it go let it go I'm gonna steal the show steal the show. There ain't nobody better than me can't you see? Look at me! I'm so beautiful you've gotta believe it I am beautiful. I'm so beautiful can't you see? Look at me! I said: I'm so beautiful Well everybody's welcome to this point of view. We're all beautiful can't you see? High feeling high I'm really gonna shake it through the night I'm gonna nail the beat to the floor I'm gonna make you scream Scream for more. There ain't n
I'm iced out, and keep snow, like an eskimo
And when the show's slow (Show's slow)
I cook extra blow (Extra blow)
Put the whip game on it, get some extra dough (Extra Dough)
Keep the cars pullin up, like it's Texaco (Texaco)
I can make it get stiff, like dead people
Keep my hand workin, wit the mic, or a egg beater (Egg Beater)
And ya bank account? shit, that's my pocket fare (Pocket Fare)
Residue on my clothes, call it Roc-A-Wear (Roc-A-Wear)
I can beat it like my....
I treat the dope like Tina, And I beat it like I....
And I keep tha grass, so you can call me the lawn-man
I ride around wit chickens like I came from a farm man
[Chorus]
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
You see how I get down wit the get down
Nigga I got a car for everyday of the week
And two other cars for the weekends, nigga fuck is wrong wit you?!?
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down....
[Dame Dash]
Fuck is wrong wit y'all, nigga I can sell whatever I wanna sell!!
I done sold muthafuckin music, that shit was easy!!
Started Roc-A-Fella and sold it!!
I can get money in fashion, that shit was nuthin!!
In five years I started that shit, sold my part for Thirty Million!!!
And let's watch what the fuck is gonna be now!!!