Clipse Album

(aka "Speak of Freedom")

With every line written,
And all I have given
Music's been nothing more than a self made prison
I've taken inmate loses at the hands of this one
My pen's been the poison to family and friendships
Now is time to mend shit,
Time to bring closure to
The clear conscience of Pusha is long over due
Thinking to myself, what can I be owing you?
They only tell you great when they reminiscing over you
Before I trouble t-boy,
It's just a D-boy
Let me play the role of a common on his B-Boy
Speaking my truth in rhyme no matter how bland it is
A heavy heart lighting that's just what my ransom is
All apologies,
I bear the cross I wear the blame
We in the same group but I don't share my brothers pain
Not to confuse,
Our sentiment are all the same
I just don't feel Nothing I'm Numb by the will to gain
Same thing brought tears to innocence
I turned away
and didn't even flinch,
yeah
The music drove me crazy
Looked up and lost the first bitch ever wanted to have my babies
Nowadays
she can't even face me
I'm sorry for the heartbreak
I promised you forever my lady, Jodeci baby
Pompus muthafucka!
just look what them jewels made me
I'm only finding comfort in knowing you can't replace me
What a thing to say! But what am I to do?
I'm role playing a conscious nigga
and true is true
Cocaine aside
all the blogger behoove
My critics finally have a verse of mine to jerk off to

(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin' chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand

(Pusha T)
You are now listening to the all-time phenomenal
Used to bag work in VA at Econo Lo
Now I'm layin' out at the Delino though
But don't get it twisted, the Uzi's in the liner, no
Hollow tip, dum-dums, and flesh like piranhas know
Such a scary thing to hear the souls sing Geronimo
Pull up in the CL, the ship's astronomical
Hoes linin' up on the curb, they fall like dominoes
Used to have this white bitch, she looked like Madonna though
Heard that she fuckin' LeBron, but shit, I don't know
Like that, Bron-Bron? I had that long time ago
Butt-nekkid, on the balcony at the Dallino
I mean the Delano, I mean Pharrell'll know
The head shop bitch from DC? Hey, P, let ‘em know
(Yeah, that bitch was hot, nigga) But it was time to go
Them hoes come in eeny, meeny, minie moe

(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin' chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand

(Cam'ron)
Why wouldn't I be? Look at shorty (Daaamn)
Uh, mami good down to the cuticles (I'm Caaaam)
What's your name, beautiful, like (Caaam)
I could get used to your (Raaam)
If you knew what I used to do
But call me, I'm old, what, Uncle Cam?
I tax (Like who?) Like Uncle Sam
From the jungle fam, where niggas bundle grams
Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble and
(Aaaand) The gat on, the belt on the hip
(Aaaand) I keep it fa' rell with the clips (Clips)
Drive a hard bargain (Bargain)
I'm Harlem's only God gorgon, car foreign
Duh, the man st-st-stutter by
I knew your moms well, tell your mother hi
I'm the other guy that got your mother high
Up like a caterpillar, I make butter fly

(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin' chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand

(Malice)
Cot damn, the boy's back
For pushing a mountain of Sno-Caps or avoiding the Kojak
The pioneer of the coke rap
I'm dancin' with the stars, steppin' on blow, doin' the toe-tap
The dope return like I had it on LoJack
It made its way home like a road map
I fathered this
If I misled any kid that's fatherless
That burden's on my soul as long as I exist
Generation lost, they sayin' they can't reach us
The answer is the Lord, like Saturday Night Fever
I kept it in the crib, it made me a light sleeper
Whether watchin' for the Feds or avoiding the Grim Reaper
Way deeper than rap
Money and hoes, it's deeper than that
Fight the temptation, but it keep comin' back
Money stack to the ceiling just as quick as it dispense
Who knew those commas meant you could lose your common sense?
Before it's too late, all I can tell ‘em is repent

(Pharrell)
Mami, you miss me, don't you?
Haters, wish you could hit me, don't you?
(Heh) You should call me uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
That new CL slide
Outside of Popeyes, eatin' chicken and fries
(Word up) Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand

(feat. Kanye West)

Til the casket drops
Third times a charm right?
Hehe ha
Come on!

[Verse 1:]
I'm kinda like a big deal
It's unbelievable u see my warning gives u big chills
The flow runnin on Big's heels
My life after death, Big ain't get to see how this feels
Third time's a charm baby
After two classics another stripe up on my arm baby
It's a blessin' to blow a hundred thou in a recession
With no second guessin,
Ha ha we're ballin, drop tops we're floorin
Champagne we're pourin
Re-up is the gang and I'm all in!
To the powder & the flame I have fallin!
Get money blow money is my callin
Yea! Watch a n-a burn through it
Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push!

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ay yo I'm sittin on top of the-
It's more than a feeling ain't it?
I be killin dame it, I'm illin and I'm illin' -
Eh eh eh meet Mr. Popular
Go get your binoculars
And see Penthouse 3 where a n-a be
Spittin fire on the PJ in my PJ's
Fire Marshall said I took it to the Max like TJ
Yea people I said Marshalls we play
I guess I'm like the Black Marshall meets Jay
Meet Ye' alligator souffle, had it made
Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
Ya know the pretty ones in that dumb class-
But she got that dumb ass
Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
What happen Tisha, your boyfriend come fast?
Turn around gimme pound like we folks
Hell no I went Raw dog three strokes

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

[Verse 3:]
Lights, cameras, action!
The chain itself's a damn distraction
You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
I be hoppin the ring, n-s ya cash in
It's like stoppin a train,
N-a think he's stoppin my reign
Talk slick while droppin my name?
I'm puttin ya'll to shame, diamonds in the little hand
50 percent splits I X out the middle man
A far cry from a stash in the rental van
I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
Ladies & gentle-man, introducin'
The C4S with the rims protrudin'
The roof vamoose, like a magic show
Got me lookin' to the heavens like a javelin throw
Ya'll twiddle your thumbs like the average joe
But just as you reap, so shall u sow...

[Chorus:]
They whisperin about us
I know you haters doubt us
How you count our money we ain't even finish countin
Pardon me I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal...

(feat. Yo Gotti)

[Verse 1: ~Pusha T~]
Ho I'm major, that shit nothin
Young nigga, old money, benjamin button

Seein through ya pokerface, that nigga bluffin
Ladies goin gaga for a nigga tryna fuck him
Nickel plate tuck it, hesitate nothin
And I got the AR, why I like to bust it?
Why I need counselin, why I won't discuss it?
Why I spend Donkey Kong knots in the mall like fuck it?
Pull up at the stop light, lookin at this cop light
Yeah I drive big shit, nah my license ain't right
Still let the top drop back when it's sunny

Cuz life ain't nothin but bitches and money

[Hook: ~Pharrell~]
I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind

Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this

And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddyx4

[Verse 2: ~Yo Gotti~]
Old school chevy wide body like a phantom
5 stars love but them haters can't stand em
UK money, 150,000 pounds
All white lamb sit low to that ground

I just joined a gang, the millionaire boys club
Gave me a box of baking soda and a skateboard
I'm in the kitchen puttin the work on steroids
Peakin out the glass for the feds, I'm paranoid
No I ain't platinum, but how I'm a millionaire?
I know this a 4 door, so how it ain't no ceilin there?
Showin off lil mama, goin hard lil daddy
Yo Gotti homeboi, I'm a walkin dope package

[Hook: ~Pharrell~]

Somethin' inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest

It's time to shine
I know that's how
The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm

Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy (4x)

[Verse 3: ~Malice~]
I'm from the era, of letter to the better
They tell me rap changed, well I'ma have to let her
Common loved her, I wish I never met her
They slutted her out, there's nothin left to treasure
Seems all I hear em say, nigga where them dollaz at?

Here they go right here, tell them niggaz hollaback
Hit it then I quit then I step like a welcome mat
That 2010 got me feelin like I'm all of that
Re-Up Gang Trinity, Liva, me and Pusha T
Got my money right, them hater's tight like virginity
They don't understand how I feed off their energy
My table is prepared in the presence of my enemies

[Hook: ~Pharrell~]

I don't what it is
Somethin inside
I need that attention
I just can't hide
Keep hearin these voices
Inside of my mind
Sayin fuck the rest
It's time to shine
I know that's how

The good one's died
But I need that risk
I need that drive
I'm stealin yo bitch
I'm stealin yo grind
Bitches sing this
And that's why I'm
Showin out lil mama
Showin out lil daddy (4x)

(feat. Pharrell Williams)

[Pharrell]

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay...Yeah!
Yeah...Hahaha....
Ay, Yeah...Yea
Yeah...Hahaha...Ow!

[Chorus]

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

Two hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah the rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (Looking good...)

[Pusha]

Man I'm killing it, riding in that brand new
Swimming through the streets, looking like I'm Shamoo
In that big body, with the wet paint
I got some pocket change, from selling wet weight
Today is a good day, ice cubes on my chest
Looking at my Blackberry, freak hit me on the text
Come and beat it up, I just need a minute
You can K ya ass, you ain't gotta lay in it (Yes!)
Niggas don't like it when you looking good
Hate it when you shining through the neighborhood
Brand new ride, niggas know the time
Hoes cut they eyes--we call them samurais (martial arts ad lib)
Fly as I could ever be
A level of success that you could never see
You jealous mane, we in propellas mane
Think about it, ain't shit you could tell us mane.

[Chorus]

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

[Hook]

You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)

[Malice]

Crusin' on them 22s, got me sitting pretty
You should hear that engine purr, here kitty-kitty (Yea!)
Ride through the city, everybody know meh
And the sun is out, it's like it's shinin' on meh
Shoutin' out the homies, as I breeze by
I'm on cloud 9, and I ain't even high
Told my shawty I'll be back and I ain't even lie
Them VVS' be the best money can buy
I see you flirting baby, them jeans is painted on her
Mama looking right, and I don't even want her
No need to take it personal, but that just how it be
No disrespect to you, I'm just enjoying me
Finally I'm free, all my dues paid
Them yellow diamonds got the charm like it's Minute Maid
And I'm lookin' good, and I'm feeling good
Try an' stop my shine--I wish a nigga would

[Chorus]

You can find me in the streets
Even in a drought, my mattress is full
Why shouldn't I be out?
Ay buddy I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

Four hundred dollar jeans, with my favorite patch
Pulling up my ride, hell yeah my rims match
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see?

[Hook]

You can test it out ma, tell me what you see
Order what you want, hell yeah it's on me
Don't it tell ya I'm good?
What that tell ya? I'm good.
What they tell ya? I'm good.
What she tell ya? I'm good.
What you see? (I'm looking good)

[Pharrell Williams]

I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
I'm looking good.
Yeah...yeah...yeah...yay...
(repeat until song ends)

[Intro, Kobe:]
I wake up-wake up in the morning,
'Cuz them boys come knocking in the morning,
Then I have me girl go flush in the toilet,
Them say did someone get murdered on the corner?
Them say did someone see me, seen someone get shot,
Them say they saw me dere...
My nigga they won't break me, an' I'll go crazy,
Before they make me tell...

[Hook:]
There was a murder by the corner house, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa.
Them boys asking questions now, no-no-no-no-no.
Now everybody seen it, but don't nobody know,
What happened to the boy down the street a week ago;
Ain't nobody talking, they keep it on the low,
Don't open ya mouth, when they knocking at ya do' --
'Cause niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!
These niggas die out here for snitching, they dying for snitching...O-K!

[Pusha-T:]
Those who break the code, we dig them hole.
What's worse than a street nigga that sells his soul?
Via the life we chose, we pick our roles,
Bad man stands an' fall but never fold.
Gangster turn informer when the jig's up,
Ya tool mix-up mix-up,
Babylon boys, get bodies left for pick-up.

[Pusha-T, cont'd:]
Blood puddle, gun muffle, guns couple,
Muzzle in mouth, we bring trouble.
Soon police come rush, whole family crushed,
All because them pussies couldn't 'ush.
Shot box mouths with no covers,
Body 'pon body gets stacked, one top th'other.
Wish them hadn't to suffer.
[HOOK:]

[Malice:]
Nobody seen nothing, heard nothing,
They ain't said a word.
Just chalk and yellow tape, with blood 'pon them shirts.
Ashes to ashes his body back to the Earth,
That casket drop six feet, then throw upon it dirt.
"Mum's the word," that's hustler's etiquette;
Ya rather hang yourself, than turn state evidence

[Malice, cont'd:]
Ever since, I was young, never talk to the folk;
Tongue small like a rudder, yet steer the 'ole boat!
Loose lip the reason that ship no longer float;
Telling the Feds everyting they wanna know;
That fatal blow took his very last breath,
The power of ya tongue, is life-and-death, ya feel me?
[HOOK:]

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(feat. Keri Hilson)

[Clipse]

I keeps that dirty money, Im talkin fast cash, Im talkinn razor shaving, Im talkin duffle bags, Im talkin you can count it papi its all there. Im talkin hooking up that slumdog millionare,
I like the fast girls, who like them fast cars, who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow, I know those YSL platforms aint coming cheap, and plus i like to show i gets it from the streets.

[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like i belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me

[Clipse]

I see your name in lights, your face on the bigscreen, lets cruise drop the top, you deserve to be seen. Rockin those prada googles your my next top model, your style like jackie yo now just sit back and let em marvel. i know you see this paper i bet you count my cash. Countless trips to sex with her make ? bags, new kimora purse let that quench your thirst damn right those bitches here cause they just had it first

[Keri Hilson]
Dressed like i belong on TV
Settle for less you know that wouldnt be me
Hey now, all eyes on me, hey now,I skipped the line for free, hey now, its loud, how it got to be, so hey now, all eyes on me

Jockin my swag, ill pop tags youll be borrowing, no drinks in here yall thirsty well be swallowing, dont matter where i go those haters be following, baby, so hey now

[Clipse]
I know what girls like, know whatchu looking for, those ? fittin right, you hyped them up some more. you pulled that hair back, stick that ass out for them boys to see, you damn near broke your hole from oozing trying to catch a g. Gucci, fendi, louis, your man dont do that do he. now take the stage the floor is yours comeon and make a movie, pump that camera mama, rip that runway baby, now pop that collar, see them dollars, see them dollar signs, why they hatin

So many chick I can pick a favorite
My shrink even say me behavior's sick

The hips to house, shawty lick a lips
Just a few thoughts that come to mind as a reminisce

Temptation always be my nemesis

A few sips then take it back to my premesis

Innocence lost once again
How could you be more than friends

Baby don't be mad then back that the fun that we had
The love we share is so cheap like a E-class

You ain't I too honestly bags
I guess I need a celebrity rehab because

Ain't no real chance to love, all my mum real do is for big me to trust
Oh God forgive me for lost don't let another heart get crush

Hey Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.

Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.

Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok

They see I'm shining dog, you see these diamonds dog
They say I'm shining so hard I like to blind em dog
You got a problem dog, well you can bring it on
I got at least a hundred shots and you can get em all
Hey, I did it, I really did it
I'm like a poster child for niggas that just get it get it
I'm supposed to smile for my niggas who aint here to live it
I'm putting money on they books so they can ball in prison
And feel the spirit of a boss, duel pipe exhaust
All we know is the floss, I'm cocaine castling throwing bombs to moss
My bitch keeps the newest and the latest,
A street nigga, she know I'm the greatest.
Hey Hey
Hold up that rosea, pourin half the bottle out,
If you from where I'm from, you know where I'm flowin out,
Overcame the odds, so we overdue them cars,
We done balled around the world, now we reaching for the stars

Hey hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.

Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.
Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok

If only I would have gotten what I had deserved,
Lord knows I would have been done left this earth,
Or either in somebody's jail rotten that's my word,
If not yourselves then you need to have them kids in church
Mistook my work for selling crack,
You should have gotten more out of that than that
My grandma would say you, boy you backwards as a hat
Whether in a trap, nfl draft pick or rap,
Virginia is for hustlers, hustlers get it back.
I though that life was a bad bitch bad car,
Life is with your kids watching madagascar
In the headrest of the H3 with crashbar
Rockin playclothes, everydays a catwalk.

Hey Hey
I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.

Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.

Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok

Been there done that, fell off, got back
Real nigga shit, only champions can talk that.
Earn my respect, niggas hating cause they want that,
Been to hell and back, only champions can walk that.

Talk that put yo money where yo mouth is,
T off on the green, golf courses where the house is.
A long way from pumping out housing projects,
Investing in real estate weighing out my proepects

I'm a champion, shorty I'm a champion
I've been around the map now I'm on my victory lap.

Hey Hey
See I'm a champion shorty I'm a champion
While other niggas crashing em, hey I'm just steady mashin em.

Tell em what you told me(8X) Ok

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