Rick Ross Album

[Woman:]
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC,Just End.... A Hastion Frater
Has Just Been Ceased By The Miami Coast Guard With Over 60 Kilos
Hidden Below The Vessel Docked At The Port Of Miami If The Drugs Were
Not Conviscated The Cocaine Would've Made Drug Dealers Millions Of Dollars
This Is K. Foxx Reporting Live For WCCC.

Ross
(push it to the limit)

Port of miami (uhhh)
porting my candy (uhhh)
aint got nothign to lose (nah)
this is part of the family
(push it to the limit)
never traffic for fun (fun)
only traffic for funds (funds)
all i seen is the sruggle (struggle)
its like im trapped in this slum
(push it to the limit)
niggas were badly paid
no water we barely bathed
better be better days on the way
thats on my damn grave
(push it to the limit)
im pushing it hard (hard)
im pushing it south (south)
if he pushin the lie (lie)
he pushin for ross (ross)
i waited and waited (waited)
i dun ran outta patience (patience)
they hated and hated
left em slow dancing and singing
(push it to the limit)
fresh in my white tee
mac eleven sware to god
i bought my first glock
broke it down and tore the block apart
(push it to the limit)

(CHORUS)
i push and i push (push)
i ride and i ride (ride)
tryna survive on 95
(push it to the limit)
put it all on the line (line)
at the drop of a dime (dime)
i be pushin them whips (whips)
yes, three at a time
(push it to the limit)
im pushin it (push)
im pushin it (push)
im pushin it (push)
i gotta (push it to the limit)
im pushin it (push)
im pushin it (push)
im pushin it (push)
i gotta (push it to the limit)

i handle dope like a vandle off the banana boat
bananas and the rifles
no ???? im just the man to know
(push it to the limit)
i paid dues my moves done made moves
im smooth my suede shoes
they new like ????
(push it to the limit)
nobody used to speak (speak)
now everybody wave (wave)
you dunk your mamma house (house)
you set your sister straight (straight)
(push it to the limit)
im building a dream (dream)
with elevators in it
tell who made the linen
no gators got on my hater vision
(push it to the limit)
i see ya, i see ya suckas (suckas)
i see ya clear (clear)
i know you see me in that phantom
whiter then ????
(push it to the limit)
allergic to broke (broke)
determined to blow (blow)
on the boat we hit the workin detergent and soap (uhhh)
(push it to the limit)
we shippin from haiti
maybe im whipping them babys
let it try let it try to whip a mercedes
(push it to the limit)
im ranging my range (ross)
in the raging parade (parade)
you gotta push it to the limit
if you wanna be paid

(CHORUS)

we started minute
the money matured
my money secured
i got bunnies in europe
(push it to the limit)
my bubbles be pure
cost like a hundred a pour
the world is yours
hundred million and more
(push it to the limit)
now i run the streets (ross)
they all mine (ross)
twleve years over due
call it two time
(push it to the limit)
i told you never roll on the soul of a soldier (uhhh)
you never know that dishwasher may be a beholder
(push it to the limit)
who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Opra (uhhh)
or that boy Rick Ross will be ????
(push it to the limit)
i push and i push (push)
we breakin the mold (mold)
we push and we push (push)
we breaking the hold

(CHORUS)

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha' rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Way up in them Tailie Hills, burnin' like the sun set
A nigga' wit' a attitude, take it outta' context
Ride wit' that big thangs, lookin' like a parmtret
Beer than beer Afghan in a palm best
Ross, straight on the defro'
Makavali's on the Maybach, kicks retro
She wanna gaves at the sauce
Pullin' up at the juice, gettin' sage for the jaw
Rick Ross, I'm the best in the flesh
Gettin' less than reject, it's a way to reflect
Hard work, painties off, I'm a boss, you can tell
By the balls in the pail, and the bottles that we shell
I'm in a real, a state, in a real, a state of mine
We came for trigga' plate, kill a nigga' for a dime
I'm tryna' chill today, I got a million on my mind
Dice in my hand, one roll, I blow ya' mind

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha' rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Mo' trips, mo' whips, mo' money, I'm mo' rich
Mo' hatas', mo' clips, mo' jewels, mo' chris
Half a hundread grand, this a rubberband
That's all vest, in my other hand
On the other hand, I'm still pitchin' other Hen'
All soft, balls off, bitch a stunna', man
Mo' trucks, mo' bucks, mo' freaks, mo' butts
I see the vision, for club vision, the prephet
I get brain, I bust nuts, in each states
Soon as I see what I'm lookin' for
I sit up in that seat, they cut em' off on them 24's
There it goes, baby gurl' come talk wit' tha' boss
I pop a rose bottles, you can get ya' shoes off

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha' rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit bout' me, all you do is sick bobby
Less a part, mess to get kicked daddy
Next day, buy a condo to get kick outty
We don't take it for the few, this is what I do
Wait em' on the beach, all my diamonds off gonna' blue
So let's party like the pack jam, Pacman
Fifty grand, stack in my lap man
Get a lap dance, and if you get my dick hard
This ya' last chance, to up up on that big car
Wit' tha' Fat Man, certified Hood Star
But wit' a millionaire, look bitch you gone far
This the movement, a few niggaz' you wanna' move wit'
Gucci on my feet, see I'm only in that new shit
Ha, they say life's a bitch
But close ya' eyes for a minute, and just bite this dick, it's Ross

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha' rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Chorus: Rick Ross (Dre)]
This outta jean, and the head full of dough (Yeah)
Bottle on tha' rose, pass me some mo'
I got, mo' cars, mo' cars, mo' clothes, mo' clothes
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow (Bloooowwww)
Mo' money, then smoke mo' blow

[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lifes

[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm

[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I'm on my money shit still whippin' them Benzs
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steriods to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills cuz I'm spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo

[Hook]

f/ Akon

[Akon: talking]
Convict [echo]
Up Front
Yeah..
Convikt Muzik

[Rick Ross talking (Akon)]
Ross.. (ohhh)
Triple C's

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them
haters
But only if you cross that line
(Hold up, Hold up)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I was birthed in the crackhouse
But what made it worse every first is a ??
Little brother knowin' life illegal
No toys just playin' wit pipes and needles
I'm gon' find knights and regals
$5000 on the paint just so life will see ya
Green cards for the free lunch
Now his green cards scream larger than seats crush
Big guns for the other side
Nigga try me I'ma teach his momma homicide
I wanna see his momma eyes
I done cried 20 years now I'm runnin' dry

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them
haters
But only if you cross that line(ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
When I'm low on funds, I'ma load up guns
Slap ya in the head I'ma open one
African in bed, she just hope I'm done
See the voodoo priest then the coke gon' come
Open up a drum, I'm eatin' Oprah crumbs
Got poor credit, got whore debit
Walk in the 40-40 I'ma score, bet it
Four tennis chains hoe, I'm progetic
But the 4 pellets will getcha prosthetics
If you don't get it, just don't let it
A life setence is a life sentence
All my homies got 'em, they just like business

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them
haters
But only if you cross that line(ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line
Baby don't cross that line

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Don't push me nigga, I ain't pussy nigga
You "would be" killas, that is "could be" nigga
The last minute of your last breath
I'm the last entrance right before your last step
Shot a, Block papa, my block gotta
Cross the line - pay the fine (Ross) Cop dollas
The motto - you're age, creed, or color nigga
Can't cut it stay choppin' through the butter nigga
Critics wonder will I last long
Even though I showed my ass on my last song
I gets my mash on(Ross), no mask on(Ross), Cross Ross baby it'll be a sad song

[Chorus: Akon]
If you ever cross that line
I guarantee ya there'll be nothin to save ya
I got a whole bunch of gorillas ready to pull the trigga
And we all for that paper
Comin' from a life of crime
Tryna be on my best behavior
You see my rep's gettin' bigger but still that same nigga bustin' shots at them
haters
But only if you cross that line(ohhh)

Don't cross that line
Hopin' that you don't cross that line
Don't cross that line
Baby don't cross that line

[Music Fades]

[Chorus:]
Im Bad (im bad) Im Back (im back), Im Mad (im mad) Im strapped (im strapped)
Nigga What You Want Nigga who you wit
Came wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch
Im bad (im bad) im back (im back), im mad (im mad) im strapped (im strapped)
Nigga what you want nigga who you wit
Came Wit my dogs leavin wit a bitch

[Verse 1:]
Aint no limit to the shit I start
Automatic start on that big white car. Pearl pink jar nigga you cant rob. 4 chains and a watch pocket full of knots. Spots, Imma get my stacks. This crack comin back like that income tax. Told you once he told you twice. You need more than a knife You wanna rock that ice. Im bad, magazines up the ass. stolen yellow cab come squeeze on yo ass. He a flash, all black mask. Rappin ass nigga talkin all that jazz. Ride up on him show him how we get down. 100 rounds in his crown butt naked and he pound. Tell the truth that nigga be rippin, aint it man. just got a Chevy and I got my shit painted man.

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2:]
Used to be on the corner, on marijuana. Now its marijuana from california. Big buds, bitches wit big butts. Big BMW's home of the dick sucks. My Bob Marley is bumpin like bitch what. My money bumper to bumper now bitch what. Im bad im back. im mad im strapped.
Nigga what you want nigga who you wit. Came wit my dog leavin wit a bitch. i dont see no nigga when im on the grind, all i see is hoe niggas when im on the grind. 45 no nigga, kno im holdin mine. Imma knock his ass down if its own his mind. Tell the truth that nigga be rippin aint it man, just got a Benz and I got my shit painted man.

[CHORUS]

B for the bullets in niggas who gotta die. A for the addicts and junkies who gettin high. D for the dope distributed at the dock. Still on the block clock no socks.
B for the bass bitch I gotta boom. A for the ass in my hotel room. D for the dick, dick that I slang. Since money talk, im addicted to my slang. B for the bang. A for the K. D ditch the car for the smooth get away. Im bad, i poke yo ass in the nose wit a cold 44 now he cold on the floor. layin on his back like he posed for a hoe, when you actin like a bitch gotta go gotta go. Tell the truth that nigga be rippin aint it man. Just got a hummer and i got my shit painted man.

[CHORUS]

f/ Dre

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 1]
As I'm poppin' my collar, black on black antique impala
She ain't gotta speak cause my speakers let her know that I'm ballin
They call me the boss, I be calling the shots
It's Ricky Ross, that boy be ballin alot
That boy be ridin' big, that boy be ridin' rim's
Not the flats but the fish cause they just swim
New York to the west, you a boss if you fresh
Scuff your shoes, wipe 'em down
Now get back on your two step
Stunting is boss
Shining is boss
Grand daddy kush, or the purt, yellow diamonds is boss
That dime a boss, She fine as a house
And she driving a porche, She designed for a boss

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 2]
I'm ridin' big, I'm hoping lanes
My chevy thang, Got this chickens all insane
Look at my stones tap dancing on the bezzle
Bad baby at the rollie, lap dancing and wanna kiss me
Oh no, cause of my chain
Cause of my bling like a peacock standing on my ring
Cause I'm a boss, I'm a spend it
I'm a floss, I'm a winner
You the loss, all these niggaz
Sprinkle soft cause I'm the pepper and the salt
Whatcha feel, whatcha like
Whatcha want, what's your type
I done seen it, done it twice, bought it up the same night
Cause I'm a boss, its Ricky Ross
If you buy, if you spend it, fuck the cost
You's a boss, You a boss

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

[Verse 3]
Before the block got whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
26's on the old school
Pro tools session
Got the old school ho's
Acting brand new sweating
Brand new tennis chain, fancy pockets on my jeans
Headed for the walk dude, fore' they win him on the stage
Two a day, super pay
Stupid brain from a model
Triple c a hundred deep
And everybody got a bottle
Got a bottle full of purp
Full of work, no leachin'
Blew 50 last weekend, if you looking for a reason
I'm the boss

[Chorus]
Run how you want, boss
Chill how you want, boss
Floss how you want, boss
Do whatcha like
Go rock your chain, boss
Pour that champagne, boss
Keep getting paid, boss
Do Whatcha like
Ross, la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like
Ross,la la, la la, la la
Do Whatcha like

(Ladie and Gentlemen)

Ladies you are tuned into the best

Sho' Nuff songs

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Rick Ross
Let's go Daddy

Rick Rizzle

M-I-YAYO

[Verse 1:]
Candy all in the paint, rims deep in the dirt
gotta car full of work, nigga pocket full of (?)
choppa on the front seat, sucka if you want beef
im in dade county, im the mayor you can come see
look here im well known, what you say? (I'm well known)
Kush by the el-bow, I love when it smell strong
otherside of the bridge, niggas die just to live
you want a beach, dont sleep 45 to ya wig
Represent Carol City, Dirty South ride wit me
M-I-Yayo on the map now it's my city
Pullin out the Seven trey, ever-other day
got bout 40 in it, hit ya hoe for 40 minutes

[Chorus:]
Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors
and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
know you wonder whats the price, aint nothing to a boss
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low

[Verse 2:]
Niggas know how I does, neighborhood full of thugs
everybody sellin drugs, task force duckin us
load up the big guns, got so many which one?
everybody get to buy a house when the bricks come
hoes know my whole name, famous for co-caine
yea im bout to blow game, but im bout to blow mane
Rick Rizzle clockin' dough, inventory gotta go
if a nigga want it hard cook it like papa (doughs?)
Fat boy super cool, got something you can move
when I did what I do she got like a swimmin pool
oh boy real wet, so boy hell yea
I'm a millioniare but where I'm going I aint there yet

[Chorus:]
Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors
and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
know you wonder whats the price, aint nothing to a boss
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low

[Verse 3:]
Go on let ya top down, fuck it blow a couple grand
treat her like an animal, make her do a hand stand
Club Rolexx (lex), you can stunt yo
I stood on a rolex smokin on a blunt hoe (ross)
I'm heavy mane, off in this chevy game
dip it in the pretty paint, chromed out everything
take it back to the block, triple C across the top
in an oldschool motor brand new out the box
got bout a hundred killas runnin' wit a hundred niggas
tell it there to ya face, don't nobody want it wit us
niggas dead broke, they better shake it off
skycap ass niggas mad that we takin off

[Chorus:]
Pull up on them 24's, while I leanin on the doors
and I'm letting sucka's know, that I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
Pull up in that white on white, know you wonder what its like
know you wonder whats the price, aint nothing to a boss
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low
I get it for da low (ROSS), I get it for da low

[Chorus]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?

[Verse 1]
Never try me like a thug
If you do you betta duck
Ima hit em' in his body,
Somebody patching you up
Ima bust a nigga head,
Somebody wrapping you up
When I ask you for ma shit,
Nigga am i asking too much?
Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce
Its dirty, you can tell tha truth
Im dirtier than a reverend
Fighting internal revenue
Ima get mine,
You can call me Uncle Sam
Used ya for your services,
And i dont give a damn
Slap bush with ma stash
All these taxes and this cash
Got these bitches sellin ass
Homicide for tha cash
Homicide for tha cash
Ridin around gunnin mass
Summertime son of sam
Triple C gon gun you down
Twenty birds on this surb
Posted up on tha curb
Got a lotta pistol game
So we at ya A-Day
If you owe me a dime
Boy you better give me mine
Cuz im pullin ma nine
With one thing thats on ma mind

[Chorus]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?

[Verse 2]
Still waitin on tha call
Homie supposed to be my dawg
It done been more then a week
He caught himself runnin off
Yea he bought two, two
But I fronted anotha three, three
But ima get him marked off
fo no less than a quarter key
Yea I broke him off,
Now I gotta break him off
He think he using his head,
I gotta take it off
Therefore im loosing his head
And then im taking off
Mashing in the grand national
Wont break it off
Lemme break it down
I see fifty off a chicken
Everytime I break it down
Bad little Bitches shake it
when they break it down
Lemme break it down
I Broke it down,
To tha smallest slab
Cuz im so fat
I got the fiends callin cabs
Im out here for my stacks
Im out here for my stacks
From the side of the bridge,
You gotta cross the tracks
Dade county D Boyz at yo front door
Three in tha mornin and ya know what dey knockin fo'

[Chorus]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money?

[Verse 3]
Im like a professor,
I weigh and i measure
Triple beam on tha dresser
Couldn't be fresher
Cookin's my pleasure
Cookies my treasure
Hustle couldn't be better
Muscle you couldn't measure
Niggas feelin tha pressure
Pressure they bust pipes
I'm cool with your bitch
Your bitch fuck nice
(See I need that)
Fly hoes on my team
(See I need that)
My hoes will gimmie anything
Grinding back in Savana
Climbing back through Atlanta
Shoot the makin, See what shakin
My shit white as Miss Vanna
Its Rick Ross
Rolls-Royce when I floss
Ima big boss
And I neva took a loss
(See I need that)
(See I need that)
I might of took a loss
But it wasnt like that (Ross)
So Im back on my grizzle
Got the streets on sizzle
Its Ricky Rizzle
The rich nizzle
Tha rich nizzle
Now bitch

[Chorus]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)
Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross)

Rick Ross(verse 1)
sometimes i rhyme slow
sometime i rhyme quick
sometime i buy blow,so i supply bricks
mufuckers lookin at me sideways
but can they tell that im gettin money fly ways,lotta leatherwood,and they seats vibrate,chattin wit a bitch like your boys on myspace,but she right here in my face,take her to a fly place,with a fly fireplace,no marshmellows, we let the dro burn, i dun seen the world, girl its ur turn,i told u lies all my life,but you hold me down wrong or right, so its only right she get that porsche truck, all black black rims call her porsche,let ur weave blow in the wind, cuz believe every d boy need a friend

Mario Winans(chorus)
when can we, get away and enjoy each other, get away and explore each other
all i wanna know is,when can we, get away and exchange our feelings,keep it poppin like a movie scrennin, i only wanna get away

Rick Ross(verse 2)
in into heavy dope, i dont kiss ery ho,so when i like a bitch, i am miss mary o
feed alarios,sip ever glow,wit gloria,thats a fine and humilio,baby really though,its ur best bet,they'll be 6 o's in my next check,wit a gun in hand ive always been a money man,crack runnin man,fat randall cunningham.look here.ima tell u like this,we need time just to kick it like this,she lickin my lips,she diggin my kicks,so we did it like this,its rick ross im the man of the hour,she love to make love,and we can in the showa,back against the wall ima stand like a tower,every time ima stand like a tower

Mario Winans(chorus)
when can we, get away and enjoy each other, get away and explore each other
all i wanna know is,when can we, get away and exchange our feelings,keep it poppin like a movie scrennin, i only wanna get away

Rick Ross(verse 3)
sometimes i rhyme slow sometime i rhyme quick,sometime i buy blow so i supply bricks,you cant look me in the face girl,when u wrog ima put u in ur place girl,my money long,i got money just to waste girl,my money home and it up to my waist girl,i really love how u shake girl,ur like a phantom i love how u shake girl,rick ross ima real nigga,u can feel the realness when i deal wit ya,baby i wont lie to ya,im to honest i promise i wont lie to ya,that otha bitch finished wit,
ur the 1 im heavy dealing wit,and its candlelit can u handle it,cuz i can handle it,so lets handle it

Mario Winans(chorus)
when can we, get away and enjoy each other, get away and explore each other
all i wanna know is,when can we, get away and exchange our feelings,keep it poppin like a movie scrennin, i only wanna get away.....when can we..ooo u dont have to be alone, no not anymore,baby when can we..ill take u anywhere u wanna go baby..all u have to do i say yes to me,say yes to me o,say yes to me baby,say yes to me girl,and ill do anything anything for ya

Ya see sugar I been yernin to hold you
Now I'ma be straight up and down witcha
Cuz that's the only way I know how to be
Now baby I'ma ask you one thing can I hold ya

Cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha form the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Hitcha from the back hitcha from the back [3X]

Met her down at the mall
Me and boochie copin gucci
Boochie that's my road dawg
Flippin chickens for the sushi
Musta been a freak alone
For baby gurl to read my zone
Or them red monkey jeans dat made her wanna ring my phone
(there dey go there dey go)
A big ol pack of pretty bitches
(ther dey go there dey go)
We them niggaz wit them 6's
(there dey go there dey go)
Countin all that freaky money
See this freaky money see this weaky money
Look at me I cook for her
Then I make her cook for me
She make me cook her lobster tails
I make her go and cook a key
Catch a flight first class
Don p every glass
Next year we private jets in the clouds havin sex
Cum once cum twice
Rick ross dum nice
Baby gurl take sum advice and cum and fuck ya boy tonight
Come fuck wit a fat nigga baby
Fuck wit a rap nigga baby
I'm On My Way Its Time Ta Hitcha From The Back Baby

Let me hitcha from the back
Cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha form the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Hitcha from the back hitcha from the back [3X]

Bundles a bags so my woman can brag
Bell habor bell boys say ima wonderful dad
Excellent pimp salty the shrimp
I went and bought the benz
Same kind thatcha rent
No minute man this dick long term
I lov ta get brain girl I wanna learn
You could show me that you could teach me things
Welcome to the mall heres ya first pinky ring
20 karats 20 grand paris hilton lennin bed
Cocaine drug lord
Live at the vibe awards
Sittin on the third row call it the bird row
I'm Next Ta Birdman Young Jeezy Kirk Blow
We all legends
Legends in the game we wuz at legends back in the 90's Maine
Now I'm like a ghost, in the white phantom
Take her home fuck her in the wife manner

Let me hitcha from the back
Cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha form the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Hitcha from the back hitcha from the back [3X]

Fuck the games girl I need a super freak
She soakin in the sunna I smokin on a leaf
When we come together I always do my job
She let me hit hard hit hit hit hard
I stroke and stroke I poke and poke we rope a dope she won't Let Go
I give her a stack she givs me pleasure
When baby gurl down wit me its wateva
Fuck dat movie shit I'm on dat puchy shit
Downtown shoppin hot shit I'm coppin
F crown hold up fresh brown rover hitcha from the back fuck and flip ya lik ya
crack

Cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha form the back
Cock cock cock ya legs
Let me hitcha from the back
Hitcha from the back hitcha from the back [3X]

Let me think back to 96'
when booby had the realest nigga feelin like a bitch
they go for 20 hours getting them for the 17
a lil g
look at me
i was 17
born on the side of town
where them killas ride round
pull on the block put a block on tied down
pistol i his pants and he stand like fuck you
im from the other side where we ride like a bus do
36 O Zs got me ridin lexus
chevy at the crib hit the weed sher from texas
dade county d boy deals on the yayo
triple see da mafia they kill when i say so
before i rolled a zone i could court a zone
i had to feed myself, bitch i was on my own
now i push shit bigger than the president
im at the white house known as my residents

im in the white house (house)
im in the white house (house)
i call the shots, i can get your ass whiped out
we in the white house (house)
we in the white house (house)
big phantom on the lawn getting whiped down

im in the white house (house)
im in the white house (house)
i got a hundred on them things nigga right now
we in the white house (house)
we in the white house (house)
i got them hoes getting on blow right now

i dont fuck with pussy niggas
took my shit to jigga man
i went to manhaton and came home a young millionaire
money on my mind im a trill nigga anyway
i slap a pussy ass nigga now for anything
motha fuck the other side
pussy niggas bleed deep
thats my opnion wanna know what the choppa think huuu
we load up them things
boy im a head busta
boy motha fucka music
where your real muscle

im in the white house (white house)
im in the white house (white house)
i put a hit on them niggas they get whiped out
they get whiped out
and not one at a time
car full of dead black males run the head line

im in the white house (house)
im in the white house (house)
i call the shots, i can get your ass whiped out
we in the white house (house)
we in the white house (house)
big phantom on the lawn getting whiped down

im in the white house (house)
im in the white house (house)
i got a hundred on them things nigga right now
we in the white house (house)
we in the white house (house)
i got them hoes getting on blow right now

im the fruit of the loom
i be flyin in leers
give me fruit and i boom
supplyin for years
im on top of the world
im gettin money
hundred grand in a day, easy
im gettin money
pull up real slow
i let the haters watch
i in a stay place?
they in a state of shock
you niggas going fish
i gotta play the shark
you better play your part
you aint gotta play apart
got a ak that will tear your whole day apart
that sticker make them sit like a saint bernard
im in the white house
time to close shop
inventory whiped out
boy dat ?with better glocks?

im in the white house (house)
im in the white house (house)
i call the shots, i can get your ass whiped out
we in the white house (house)
we in the white house (house)
big phantom on the lawn getting whiped down

im in the white house (house)
im in the white house (house)
i got a hundred on them things nigga right now
we in the white house (house)
we in the white house (house)
i got them hoes getting on blow right now

(feat. J Rock)

[chorus:]
All I need is bakin soda some pots and pans
Little ice up what i can
Chick at home sayin I'm no good
Fuck that I'm gettin out the hood

[Verse 1:]
What started as a nickel rock
Took 22 months now I'm tryna get a block
Fuck football I'm goin down another path
Couldn't past the test
To tell the truht I couldn't fuck with math
I did get a shcolarship but I blew that
Got high, got a ticket and I flew back
To the hell zone most straps stand 20 shell toes
Get life on yo cell phone
Quarter key box of soda Ross whip that
Career criminal fa' sho' Ross with that
Had to pull my pants up
Boy get them brands up
Daddy got some cancer I never had the chance to
Tell him all my plans to let em' fuck a danca
Smokin weed and AmsterDam with his grandson
(Damn) Why he passed on me(on me)
My last homie(homie)
I went and bought a bird
Fuck I want some cash homie

[chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I never wrote a nigga coat tail
Made her took a dope sell
Fuck it nigga oh wells
Smokin on that classified
Rollin in that lac' of mine
Know my mind stay numb to the world half the time
Thinkin bout land rover damn near was fucked up
Found him in the trunk with another dude fucked up
The world fucked up that's why I'm fucked up
Don't get fucked up fuck with me ya fucked up
Bitch I'ma ride, bitch I'ma die
When I holla 305 bitch that's on my life
Got a 40 in the car a choppa in the crib
The grenades down the street you gotta get it how you live
I know niggas turn 1 into 2 and they do what they do
And boy them thangs move
Fishscale get the big mail
In the room full of work
In case they came when they inhale

[chorus]

[Verse 3:]
It's time for me to cash in laughin
Like Martin in an Aston Martin
When I park it I can see ya bitch heartbeat
So roll out the red carpet roll up the purple shit
Black navigator flew
Gotta shut ya fuckin mouth don't ever take the smooth
Thinkin of a greater way to build a greater flow
I hope she got some great head that's how I grade a hoe
White beamer in the hood shining like a star
Look this half a key go to the club and I'ma buy the bar
Do it twice a week fuckin bitches on the other nights
Promise E class we'll never miss another fight
Hundred in the bag 5 birds I'ma grab
Turn em' into 8 keep me a clean half
Bakin soda in the work, works wonderful
Ya see ya dream come true cuz I'm the truth

[chorus]

(feat. Lyfe Jennings)

[Intro: Lyfe Jennings (Rick Ross talking)]
It's my time (Rick Ross)
It's my time (Finna' lay back on this shit man)
(Dade County dope boy)

[Verse 1:]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a fuck, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin dubs, nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain and grab a half ounce
Ten years later time for me to cash out
You dealin wit a dope dealin dictator
Fuck trafficking nigga, I get this shit catered
See the clip tailored, only the Coogi shit
I fucks wit Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on the late nights
When I used to reel 'em in with the straight white
'96, Seventeen with a lil' Beamer
First foreign car far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationships
I think momma quit him 'cause he wasn't makin shit
Who ever thought that I'd make it rich?
The bottom of the barrel, with a bucket of Crys'
I'm tellin you man... Life a funny thing
You ain't a dope by 'til yo ass got a gun and chain

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time

[Verse 2:]
Ain't rappin I'm talkin, ain't talkin I'm scrappin
Ain't scrappin, I'm shootin, they just askin what happened
Ain't shoot then I'm shot, ain't shot then I'm shootin
I ain't caught by the cops, fuck the cops I'm eluding
Ain't hearin the sirens, but I'm seeing the sirens
Ain't seeing the sirens, why am I being so violent?
Thats in the nature of being a nigga
Being beat down, then able to get up
Being let down, then able to sit up
Be the false charge, a nigga acquit it
I ain't hating on ya, dog I pray for ya
Be safe, I heard they got a case for ya
Be straight, stay away from them fake lawyers
You'll be working for the state like you they laywers
Stay loyal, your time will come...
For you to be free and shine like the sun
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...
I'm so blessed, to be in this position
Holdin on my .45 listenin to every whisper...

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time

[Verse 3:]
Other niggaz sleep, I'm on my job
Soon as cats get 'laxed, I'm going hard
Thats the rules of the game for the underdog
Every wonder dog, long as I been going off (Ross!)
I left it in Gods hands...
Block told me once, "Ross, this is God's plan"
I'm like "aw, man", a man run a label like "Amen"
Sign a Ray Charles, I could see it all
A lot of undercover agents wanna see me fall
See me fell, in the hell of shells
Expired, no liar, I live the tale
I look forward to working with all the real niggaz
I look forward to looking back on drug dealing
I look forward to making my momma smile once
Look forward, just know I'm smoking them loud blunts
Eight-hundred an ounce, while you running ya mouth
I'm loading the guns... Who running the South?
I'm on ya porch, knocking at ya front door
I got my money right nigga, and I want war

[Chorus: Lyfe Jennings (ad-libbing)]
It's my time (It's my time, yeah, oh)
It's my time (I'm gonna shine, I'm gonna shine)
It's my time (Yeah... yeah... yeaaah)
It's my time (There'll be no stopping me!)
(There'll be no stopping me now)

(feat. Lloyd)

[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life , nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, all mine

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin at this table, why, to take this {?}
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (riiiight)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me
How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes
So I'm out here pullin' mine

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like IHOP
Came from the bottom to the skybox
Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example, by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane

[Chorus x3]

[Intro with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'

[Hook with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'

[Bridge with Jay-Z ad-libs]
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustle real hard
Hustle, hustle real hard
Hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle-hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, everyday I'm, everyday I'm
Everyday I'm...

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z]
Hold up
Who you haters think you talkin' to, I'm the fuckin' boss
White on white, G4, hater get lost
I'm in the air I don't hear niggaz corny raps
Yeah nigga Hov is back, that nigga Hov is back
I got a honey bun, no not a chick
I got a honey bun, millions nigga I got couple hundred 'em
Ninety-nine problems prick, don't become the hundreth one
'Less you got a hundred lives murder bout a hundred, uh
We don't resort to violence, we on resorts and islands
With linen shorts and shades, case they thought you was lyin'
My Louis slippers, Polo top
Linen shorts so my balls don't get hot, ha ha
Yeah I balls a lot, nah I owns the team
Ricky Ross, Roc-A-Fella, I owns the scene
Stop playin' with me lames y'all not my equal
It ain't no coincidence that my age is a kilo
Which means that I'm pordo, which means that I'm gordo
Which means that I use a G4, like in auto
I'm a walkin' memorial
I'm legendary for whippin' whippin' that boss
So nigga just let that cause go

[Hook with ad-libs]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2 - Young Jeezy]
Hey, let's go
Snowman bitch, I don't even wear the same draws
Flat screens on my walls, flows look like bowling balls
I know Big Meeks, the real Big Meeks
It's over for you clowns soon as my nigga hit them streets
I see you ridin' homie, but that ain't hard enough
You know me I might pull up in an armored truck
I stack big faces, I stack small faces
I stack all faces, swear it's white as pillow cases
I got a dirty mouth but my kitchen's clean
Them folks ridin' hid the pots and the triple beams
Hit the Dodge spot I must've copped six Magnums
Marriott suite, I must've used six magnums
Feds on my tail, you know them boys'll six flag ya
Testarossa ride, like I'm on a coaster ride
Sheet mix, remix still talkin' white bricks
Two million records sold and I'm still talkin' white shit

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 3 - Rick Ross]
I'm the fuckin' future nigga, what you can't see the facts
Ya want them pretty things, I'm the one ya need to ask
They come cross the border, I'm fulfillin' ya order
But the second ya bought her, Fed charges get brought up
I'm whippin' the case, like I'm whippin' the base
Look at daddy in face now tell me how good does it taste
Willie Fal-con, I'm the Dow Jones
Down South where them D-Boys ground zones
We never steal cars, what I'm puttin' miles on
Thirty feet, it cost a couple hundred thousand
My shit bigger than your's, at the biddin' wars
I'm the one they biddin' for, dog I'm just the biggest drought
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Def Jam
Release fish scales, scales on my desk man

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Ad-libs]

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[No lyrics]

[Hook]
i wear the gun like a urdle
bulletproof car got me feelin like a turtle
sheit these niggas aint satisfied till they get murdered.
ya heard me
yeah and im a G you aint know a muthafuckin thang about me
i tell you one muthafuckin thang about me
bitch i got so much money on me

~Rick ross~
[verse 1]
im lookin thug in the bentley,
i got a few slugs dont temp me
tell em' put me up on the furmax
im a million dolla' nigga lets confirm that
i rep care city out in vegas
and a magic hundred thousand dolla bracelate
more guns than the matrix
neo reload get ya face twist
cartell cociane by the cases
cocktail more cars than a racist
ak's on the leer jet
whoa.. Rick Ross im a real threat

[hook]

Rick Ross
[verse 2]

[Sniff Sniff]
Song 27 Da Lord Iz My Life Lord 4give 4 My Sins
(I Aint Cryin' I Aint Cryin')
Cuz I Hv Sined Da Lord
Is Da Stucure Of My Life N Whom I Sow B Afaid N B4 I Wrap Up This Port Of Miami Emamies N (Plz Lord)
Some Foes Tryin 2 Take My Fresh Thr's Alot Of My Brothers N Sisters Dats Stumblein' Still Dat Wasnt Here
2 Dat Wasnt Here 2 Watch This Come Past (Sniff Sniff Sniff) Lord Who Dat Is Cooppin Aginst I Sould Not
Fear Since I Cant Do Shitthou Washer Rise Else I Will Say A Prayer (Aman) N This Ishou B Confert (Aman
Aman) This Iz 12 Years In Da Makin No Side Deals Wit Satan Im Dealin' Wit Da Maker (Strate Up) Alot Of
Homies Ask Wuts A Prayer A Prayer Is Wut Keept My Foucis 12 Years (12 Years) A Prayer Iz Wut Save I Sud Of
Ben Indited Now My Kids No Jay-Z (Sawn Carter) A Prayer Iz Wut Keept My Here When Da Bullets Cut Da Air I
Felt It N I Jus Said A Prayer A Prayer Iz Like Medasince It Will Heal Wounds Ask Bush Vietern (Ask) Big
Holes In A Nigga Side Snug Nose 45homeboy

Jus Close Ur Eyes Put Ur Hands 2geter Bow Ur Head
Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out Da Fedz
Gotta Bless Da Kids
1 4 Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dan Dear Lord Here I Am So I Repant My Sins 4give Me

Da Grapes On Da Plate
Da Tags On Their Feet
Da Nice Mama Cryed
Im Thuggin Wit Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dan Dear Lord Here
I Am I So 2 God (Ross)
I Did Some Things In Da Past If I Cud Lord I Will Help U Bring Em Back (Plz Lord) I (Ross) Feel Pain Man
It Aint Cuz I Cant Speak Dats Y I Get So Many Songs I Cant Sleep On It (Damn Man Damn Dog) Tatoos 4
4giveness (Cross) I Mite Not Get But 4give Me (Laross) Im Here N Im Fightin Like A
Matherfucker (Matherfucker) Tripple Cs Xcited Like A Matherfucker (Tripple Cs) Say A Prayer Put Da Weed In
Da Air N Thank God Once Agin 4makin' Me A Millionair (Aman Aman Aman) Thank God 4 Makin' Me A Millionair
Put Ur Hands 2getter Bow Ur Heads

Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out Da Fedz
Gotta Bless Da Kids
4 Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dan Dear Lord Here I Am So I Rep

Ant My Sins 4give Me
Da Grapes On Da Plate
Da Tags On Their Feet
Da Nice Mama Cryed
Im Thuggin Wit Da Fam
4 Da Dippin Dans Dear Lord Here

I Am (Ross)
I Used 2 Get Sticks Of Da Hoes Zonenow Back 2 Back Covers 4 Da Ozone Jb (Ozone) Made Da Magazine
Billborde Goin' Stongrollin In Da Phanum Wit Matherfuckin Rollin Stones (Stones Nigga) U Stuck Wit Me Thou
Thick N Thin Sittin Back Got Ur Mama Sittin In A Benz (Lord) Make U Damn Near Want 2 Cry Low 95 Stack Money
Like Homacide (Homacide) Blood Sed After Midnite (Midnite) Its Jus Me N This Weeve Tryin' 2 Get Rite (Tryin
Yall Rite) Blood Sed After Midnite (Midnite Midnite) Its Jus Ross Tryin 2 Get Rite (Jus Tryin 2 Get Rite)
Put Ur Hands 2getter (2getter) Bow Ur Heads
Keep Me Alive
Keep Me Out Of Da Feds
Gotta Bless Da Kids
1 4 Da Fam
4 da Dippin Dans dear Lord Here
I Am So I Repant My Sins 4give Me

Da Grapes On Da Plate
Da Tags On Their Feet
Da Nice Mama Cryed
Im Thuggin Wit Da Fam
4 Da Dippin' Dans Dear Lord Her

E I Am (Ross)