Tag: Big Poppa

Consequence – Black Skinhead (ConsTV Remix) Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Consequence]
Talking ’bout Cons get you karma
How are you a star trying to hit ’em with drama
I know you police is dressed as Big Momma
Me, I’m dressed as Big Poppa
Versace, Versace’s number one shopper
With a trailer full of girls so they screamin’ out “Shabba”
And my joints knock harder, the Annie’s theme
Say this is for the fans like antifreeze
As he reads off the manifesto
The magic is back, say presto
And I’mma pull a rabbit out a hat
Who looks like Jessica Rabbit from the back
Yeah, we the black skinheads
Pass me a pen and I’ll turn into Pinhead
But only for big bread
You gotta transform a wire
This is the ambitions of a rider
Who is valedictorian
With the same ambition as Ralph Folarin
So I wear Ralph and I drive a DeLorean
It’s a packed auditorium
So we take them to school
Gonna take them to [?]
And me and ‘Ye back rocking
There must be new rules
New flows and synonyms
Strippers on the pole named Cinnamon
You better hide like Zimmerman
Cause you know who the winners is
Yeah, you know who the winner is
It’s gonna be a cruel winter kid

[Bridge: Kanye West]
So follow me up cause this shit ’bout to go (down)
I’m doing 500, I’m outta control (now)
But there’s nowhere to go (now)
And there’s no way to slow (down)
If I knew what I knew in the past
I would’ve been blacked out on your ass

[Hook: Kanye West]
Four in the morning, and I’m zoning
They say I’m possessed, it’s an omen
I keep it 300, like the Romans
300 bitches, where the Trojans?
Baby we living in the moment
I’ve been a menace for the longest
But I ain’t finished, I’m devoted
And you know it, and you know it

[Verse 2: Kanye West]

Stop all that coon shit
Early morning cartoon shit
This is that goon shit
Fuck up your whole afternoon shit
I’m aware I’m a wolf
Soon as the moon hit
I’m aware I’m a king
Back out the tomb bitch
Black out the room, bitch
Stop all that coon shit
These niggas ain’t doing shit
Them niggas ain’t doing shit
Come on homie what happened
You niggas ain’t breathing you gasping
These niggas ain’t ready for action
Ready-ready for action
[Hook: Kanye West]

[Outro: Kanye West]
God! God! God! God!

Dave East – Get The Money Lyrics

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[Intro: Dave East]
It’s all about what you doin’, my nigga
Get to it, sit back, don’t get to it
And you gon’ watch niggas get famous in front of you, nigga
Watch niggas get rich right in front of you
If you don’t want it, watch
You gon’ end up workin’ for a nigga
You could’ve been hirin’, word, uh

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Fresh up out them state greens (Fresh out)
Hoppin’ out that van like the A-Team (Skrrt)
Never thought that we would make cream (Never)
Being millionaires was a daydream (Dream)
I been that nigga since I was eighteen (Way back)
Khaki Dickies with no creases, nigga stayed clean (Clean)
Al Green and James Brown what my mother played
Blow your brains in front the witness, fuck what they seen
Greyhound buses to Baltimore (I’m out)
Play a boat for the coke, the plug was all aboard
Dead broke in the projects, my niggas all was bored (Bored)
A million dollars in cash, nigga, my daughter saw it (I swear)
Earned stripes before Adidas ‘fits (Way before)
I really need money, I never need a bitch (Never)
You jumped on my dick the same minute that you seen it’s lit
Sneak diss on Instagram, but see me and you need a pic (Sucker-ass nigga)

[Chorus: Trouble]
Stunt on every nigga who fronted
We went from robbin’ in lemons to doin’ a hundred in foreigns
Harlem get the money
Queens get the money, hey
Drop the top up off of the coupe, drum hold a hundred (Skrrt)
I like my bitches from the ‘jects, she wearin’ a bonnet (Yeah), yeah
Harlem get the money, yeah, yeah
Hill get the money, hey

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Fuck that lil’ paper, I’m chasing hundreds, yeah (Benjis)
You changing up the cars every summer, yeah (Every summer)
Remember washing my mama dishes with Comet, yeah (I remember)
I could give a fuck about a comment
I like my bitch from the projects, she rock her bonnet, yeah (Projects)
Top floor of the condo rocking designer gear (Top floor)
I thought I was ready, but I was not prepared
Me and Chetty tryna get fetty, I’m rocking Rocawear (On God)
I been ill, I got a sickness that got my doctor scared
Niggas like to slide through the hood, but ain’t no stopping there
Them hollows hit your chest, shit’ll stop your air
Diamonds from the district, come kick it, we playin’ soccer here (Yeah)
Teeth straight and I don’t rock veneers (I don’t rock ’em)
Ready to die like Big Poppa near
They feel my confidence, they not prepared
I had a plan to take some Percocets from New York to Carolina and I got ’em there

[Bridge: Dave East]
Ayy, I got bitches in California (Swear to God)
Reminiscing on them nights and days I was hungry, no frontin’ (No frontin’, nigga)
Harlem get the money (Harlem get the money)
Queens get the money, ayy (Queens get the money)
Drop the top on them niggas, they know how we coming (They know)
Don’t want no problems, ’bout dollars, we push a button, we cuttin’ (Ayy)
Harlem get the money (Harlem get the money)
If you alive, go get your money (Go get your money, my nigga), ayy

[Chorus: Trouble & Dave East]
Stunt on every nigga who fronted
We went from robbin’ in lemons to doin’ a hundred in foreigns
Harlem get the money
Queens get the money, hey
Drop the top up off of the coupe, drum hold a hundred (Skrrt)
I like my bitches from the ‘jects, she wearin’ a bonnet (Yeah), yeah
Harlem get the money, yeah, yeah
Hill get the money, hey (Go get it)

[Outro: Dave East]
All my niggas, get the money
All of my niggas, go get the money
My niggas, go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money
Go get the money
All of my niggas, go get the money