The tracklists for Cuban Linx Pt. III, God Forgives...., R.E.D. Album etc.

Theres bout to be some classics droppin....

Ayo whattup its ya boy P-Tone aka Typhoon Hands Deini namsayin. The god back wit more exclusives for yall niggas nahmean. I kno yall gettin restless n been waitin on niggas to come smash yall over the head wit that marvelous shit. Jus wanna let yall kno off top that the wait is almost over yo....n the Cuban Linx III tracklist is now available exclusively rite here son. That shit gon be ridiculous so watch for it. I can tell yall right now firsthand that that nigga Chef bout to deliver those succulent type meals once again nahmean. Son got all the burners on his his stove cookin up  that fly shit. My nigga got cakes n pies flyin across the room landin in stacks n shit. He got plates spinnin on his fingers...he jugglin knives n shit nahmean. Son got pots n pans twirlin in the air n shit yo.  Im tellin yall...watch for that shit son. Or or or if you dont Imma come see you nahmean. Word n Imma hit you wit bout 2 tons of pressure per slap for sleepin on niggas yo. Thats my word. But yo thats neither here nor there namsayin.  Nobody gon need they fingers broke jus yet. Word.... I also came across a couple a tracklists for some other joints. There been songs droppin by these dudes over the last few months but it dont seem like a lot a them shits made the final cut for they albums n shit son. Which is good cos that means we gon get some fresh bangers from these niggas namsayin. But I guess we gon see in the end nahmean. Anyhow hope yall dig these shits the way I be diggin em. I think all these niggas is bout to drop some classics b. Word is bond.

Aight peace.

Raekwon - Only Built 4 Cuban Linx...Pt III



 1. Legend of the Iron Lobster (feat. Popa Wu)

 2. The Egyptian Rigatoni Files (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks)

 3. Electric Sun Tans (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks)

 4. Thor Molecules [Tony Starks Interlude]

 5. Leather Umbrella Episodes (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Blue Raspberry)

 6. Bulletproof Midgets (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Method Man aka Johnny Blaze)

 7. Confidential Watermelonz [skit]

 8. Divine Ovary Smugglers (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks, U-God aka Golden Arms, RZA aka Bobby Steels, GZA aka Maximillion & Masta Killa aka Noodles)

 9. Tandoori Foreplay (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Nas aka Nas Escobar)

10. Lava Jacuzzi Niggaz (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Justin Bieber aka Swollen Knuckles)

11. Magnetic Tuxedos [skit]

12. Pelligrino Viking Essays (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Inspectah Deck aka Rollie Fingers)

13. Barbwire Sunglasses (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Beanie Sigel aka Mack Mittens)

14. Fishnet Polo Mamis (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Cappadonna aka Cappachino)

15. Titanium Beard Syndrome (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks, & Rick Ross aka Albert Anastasia)

16. Velvet Laptops (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Lloyd Banks aka Blue Hefner)

17. The Rootbeer Aquarium [Tony Starks solo joint]

18. Executive Barbell Syndromes (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Jadakiss aka Montega Jada)

19. Bunk Bed Politics (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Mary J. Blige)

20. Saltwater Infants [outro] (feat. Papa Wu)



21. Lesbian Acrobat Therapy (feat. Ghostface aka Tony Starks & Game aka Butterfly Cheeks) [Bonus Track]

Rick Ross - God Forgives, I Don't



 1. From C.O. to C.E.O. [Intro]

 2. Real Niggaz Don't Die(t) (feat. DJ Khaled)

 3. $75,000 Shades On (feat. D.A. from Chester French & French Montana)

 4. Dupont Registry Music

 5. Audemars Music

 6. Chandeliers On My Wrist (feat. Kanye West & Wale)

 7. Who's The Bawse? [Interlude] (feat. Tony Danza)

 8. Sports Bra Music

 9. Maybach Music 12 (feat. T-Pain, Birdman & Lil Wayne)

10. Bugatti Music (feat. Diddy)

11. 100" Flatscreen Music (feat. Meek Mill & Pill)

12. Grand Slam Breakfast Music

13. Weed Carriers (feat. Torch, Gunplay & Memphis Bleek)

14. A Thousand Keys In The Trunk [Interlude]

15. Yayo In My Bitch's Ass (feat. Pill)

16. Fuckboy Music (feat. Phil Collins)

17. McGriddles Music

18. C.O.C.A.I.N.E [Choosin Our Careers As Ignorant Niggas Errryday] (feat. Meek Mill & Asher Roth)

Game - The R.E.D. Album [No Typo]



  1. Watch The Throne (feat. Chris Brown & Nelly)

  2. Heir To Aftermath  (feat. Dre* & Pitbull)

  3. Skateboard Killerz (feat. Lupe Fiasco,Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean)

  4. Still D.R.E. Pt II (feat. Dre* & Snoop Dogg)

  5. Hydraulics & Hydroponics (feat. Lady Gaga)

  6. Coconuts & Lipstick (feat. Black Eyed Peas)

  7. Imperial Clientele (feat. Raekwon & Enrique Iglesias)

  8. Another Hit Single (feat. Pharrell & Justin Timberlake)

  9. R.E.D. [Really Envy Dre] (feat. Dre*)

10. Ciroc & Pantees [No Typo] (feat. will.i.am & Pharrell)

11. Blood Niggaz (feat. Drake & Marc Anthony)

12. Nas Approved [Interlude] (feat. Nas)

13. Cali Hovito (feat. Solange)

14. Be Original (feat. Fat Joe, Ja Rule & Big Sean)

15. The Autobiography of Christopher Shakur (feat. Sean Kingston)

16. Prayer [Outro] (feat. DMX & Ma$e)



Bonus Tracks:

17. 1,000 Bars Pt. 1 (feat. Pink)

18. 1,000 Bars Pt. 2 (feat. Trey Songz)

19. 1,000 Bars Pt. 3 (feat. Jamie Foxx)

20. Soo Woo 2011 (feat. Lil Wayne, Jim Jones, Drake & Fergie)



*Of Cool & Dre

Soulja Boy - The Malcom Luther Bojangles Way

 1. Ha-Coon-A Matata (feat. Gucci Mane)

 2. Sperm That Hoe

 3. Twerk It Like A Jackhammer

 4. Do It Xtra Plenty 

 5. G5 Negroes (feat. 50 Cent)

 6. Snap Ya Caps

 7. Niggalicious (feat. Riff Raff SODMG & V-Nasty)

 8. Drive My Lambergeeny

 9. Bojangle That Hoe

10. Whoop Yahh Brrrr (feat. Birdman)

11. Do It So Swag Big

12. Potato That Hoe

13. Dat Chicken n Dat Watermelons (feat. Arab)

14. Swag Tha Economy

15. Young, Rich & Inteligence (feat. Bow Wow, Lil B & Shawty Lo)

Ayo this my public apology to Chris Brown n his fans son....

Ayo whattup its ya boy P-Tone aka Volcano Hands Deini aka the Archbishop of  Fresh namsayin. Word. Yesterday I was chillin at my rest jus mindin my own business... havin my turkey links n raviolis nahmean.... I hopped on twitter to see what was happenin in the world of muthafuckas not doin nothin productive wit they lives n...all a sudden my mentions was gettin ambushed by some broads talmbout:

"@BoomShakalaka07 @BigGhostfase Wats All This Stuff About Yu Hatin On Drake?! I Wanna Know Yur Side The Story Before Goin To Any Conclusions?!"





"@BreezyTygaress@BigGhostfase who the fuck are you anyways? Pussy bitch you can't even spell with your crusty ass! Hatin on people who don't know you alive!"





"@Miss_Colombiana  #TeamBreezy this nigga aint shit @BigGhostfase he jus mad cuz they can get pussy nd he can't even get none...."





"@iTeamDrizzy @BigGhostfase You really need to shut the fuck up saying Drake is a 'soft' rapper. You really have no life if this is what you do for life."





"@iTeamDrizzy@BigGhostfase's twitcon is so fucking ugly."





"@ChrisBrownCurls @BigGhostfase #YouSofterThanBabyPuppies Mah Dude . . Chris Shit's On Ya Life"





"@Lauryn_xoxo Who the fuck is this Hoodrat?! lol @Bigghostfase Negroe please @chrisbrown an his RAPPING! shits on your life , maybe you get one first ."





"@uSHOUT_Breezy I'm really glad @BigGhostfase is RT'ing everyone's tweets. Mabye...hopefully,he realizes how much of a dick he is."





"@JusJeaninne @BigGhostfase u most be bored to even try and talk shit about @chrisbrown lik #teambreezy aint gonna come at u...SERIOUSLY





"@RcheeeyOVOXO  @BigGhostfase who the fuck you think you are! Dick rider



Also...cant forget bout...



"@_shaebreezy_  @BigGhostfase fuck you"

Then this dude rite here---> ....who was speakin in leprechaun I think... started sayin shit like...

"@Zaccc_Drizzy @BigGhostfase oi mate your just way too jel"  

Also...

"@Zaccc_Drizzy @BigGhostfase tut up bean ed"

I started thinkin yooooo maybe I AM hatin on these little light skinned niggas....n maybe Breezys rappin DOES shit on my life...n maybe I AM ugly son....maybe I AM tut up bean ed or whatever the dude speakin leprechaun was talkin bout. I dont kno b.

"Guess what I been doin?" 

All I kno is Tone is gon try n improve hisself n become a better man yo. I want all 13 or 14 of my seeds to be proud of the nigga thats sendin those checks to they various mothers b. When the gods walkin down the street I want niggas to stop n say "Ayo....there go a made nigga rite there...let him thru" namsayin. 

 "Splash! Splash! Splash! Splash!"

Now a lotta yalls is gon say AYO I THINK THIS NIGGA TONE SCARED but it aint even like that g.  I respect artists n they artistry n if I step outta line Im man enough to say chill. If the god need to chill he can accept that. Word is bond. So Imma man up n accept my faults son. It aint bout tossin THIS nigga off a rooftop or slappin THAT nigga thru a wall all the time b. Sometimes a nigga gotta reflect on his actions n ask hisself..."whats REALLY good yo?"...namsayin. When one a Breezys fans hit me wit this rite here tho.... 

....it really made me think yo. It actually made me think bout 2 things b. It made me think 1. Wow...this broad actually jackin my style to insult me n 2. Dammm yo.... Breezy fans is like infants n shit son. So I aint really respond to a lot a the shit that was bein said namsayin. Not outta disrespect for #TeamBreezy...but more cos I aint wanna get into it wit muthafuckas that still get they information from Elmo son.

"I give this blog two snaps in a circle"

Anyways yo...I dont really got much else to say nahmean. One last time....I apologize to Breezy n his fans. Also to Tyga....my bad big homie. I never shoulda said that you look like a "transgender Vietnamese prostitute that got abducted by aliens n was cloned but never really finished the process of turnin hisself  into a actual human n shit". I dont think thats really true big homie.

"Im glad we jus look like normal muthafuckas too son"

Anyhow I hope this cleared some shit up. Shoutouts to #TeamBreezy , #TeamTyga n #TeamAubrey Hopefully we can all learn to coexist peacefully n shit namsayin. Spread love yall.  

Aight peace.

"Im sorry too Tone"

Exclusive: Game dropped his latest apology song....'Dear Jay-Z'

Dear Jay-Z -  Game





(whispering) Dr Dre.....





Dear Jay...you probably upset bout Uncle Otis

But it ain't that serious, I still think ya one a the coldest

I remember workin on Documentary with Doc

As in D-R-E.....not the homie D.O.C....



'Bout two years after you had dropped the Black Album,

that faggot nigga Fifty jus dropped his first wack album

Me n Doc was in the studio....... makin' a classic...

....the next Reasonbale Doubt, Ready To Die, n Illmatic,



..The Chronic, All Eyez On Me, Wu-Tang Forever,

What's Going On, Purple Rain, n Thriller all mixed together

Dre told me I was the next Rakim....mixed with Pac,

6 years after my nigga Wayne dropped The Block Is Hot



I was tellin' Dre it'd be ill if you would jump on a track

So I got ya number from Em....but you wasn't hollerin' back

I jus figured I aint dial the right number...so I told 'Ye

And I read that number to him.......he said it was OK



So I dialed it again....you picked up, n I was sayin'

"Yo what the deal, playboy..." n you said "who dis, Dame?"

Then I was like "Nah this Game", n you was like "who?"

And I was like "Game"....................n you was like "who?"



I explained who I was n shit...tryna be humble

But a second later, ya musta been drivin' thru a tunnel,

cos the phone got cut off.......so I called back to check it

and I heard "Yeah this Jay, I ain't here, please leave a message"



So I left a message sayin "Yo Jay, it's me again, holla"

I remember cos I called from da homie Snoop's Impala

Then I spit the first verse from 'Moment Of Clarity',

pressed pound n left the message as urgent, cos yo apparently,



I figured you would call me back, n we would laugh about it,

n probably become good friends, n maybe rap about it

But I ain't heard back at all...that kinda upset me

I was thinkin' 'we hit it off on the phone...how he forget me?'



But apparently you was jus usin' me, n you was finished

Like when Caine left cousin Harold in the street, dyin', in Menace

So I spit that line 'bout you on Westside Story

Saw Kanye n asked if he had said hi for me



And whether you had asked 'bout me, he said "sorry"

So I was thinkin 'yo, this nigga Jay might start to ignore me'

Felt like the homie Face.... my mind was playin' tricks on me

Poured a glass of the Henny, thought' a couple sips'd calm me



The same time I left G-unit n got it crackin',

is when Lindsay Lohan left rehab, but had to go back in

What up to Lamar Odom...guess him n Khloe is solid

Heard she use to fuck Rashad McCants, before he holla'd





I was doin some shows out in Europe, but what amazed me

was when I had the whole muthafuckin' crowd screamin "Fuck Jay-Z"

Tried callin' you at home, no answer, like you was mad

Called Just Blaze n he said that he had just left ya pad



So I called da homie Quik, to see if he knew ya email

He said yeah, but he'd call back after gettin' head from this female

Turns out... the chick was his girl Cookie's sister

But she never found out which is good cos she'd be pissed huh?



I was bumpin' that Mobb Deep, Buck was rollin' the weed

When I sent you a couple emails, that I'm pretty sure you received

Cos I checked the status n yup....just like I was hopin'

It said 'messages delivered' n that 4 of them had been opened



This was back before Big Sean blew up...what up Drake?

But you never emailed back...R.I.P. to da homie Nate

Never got a reply at all, Jay............ I was like 'damn...'

'Maybe them shits went to his junkmail or he thought it was spam'



Called Irv Gotti, said "sup with Jay, yo have you heard from him?"

He said "nah, not in like a year", I'm thinkin...'the nerve of him'

Glad Irv got acquitted tho.... he done with the streets

but he still keep a gat in the stash box under his seat



But Jay, you shoulda called, if you had to admit sumthin'

Instead you ignore me even tho I aint did nothin'

But it's cool, n by the way, Fifty, I'm still with you

Fuck the beef, nigga I miss you, n thats just bein' real wit you



Watch for Detox, I been helpin Dre with that one

RED Album is next, might make it a triple album

But like DMX said, yo Jay, get at me dog

And look out for my upcomin' joint, 1000 Bars........DRE!

Big Ghost presents....the latest inductee into the Soft Nigga Hall Of Fame

Ayo whattup its ya boy Tone Starks aka Mighty Tusks namsayin. Ayo the god back wit another inductee for the Soft Nigga Hall Of Fame nahmean. Before we unveil jus who the latest recipient of this honorable distinction is n shit...Imma give you a breakdown of how elevated this nigga pillow game is. This softboiled nigga right here been blazin trails for creamsicle ass niggas all over the world for years now yo. If you think you built  for this soft nigga'rin shit n wanna be amongst the most elite n softest niggas n have that rep for yaself like that....you got a long ass way to go if you aint THIS nigga rite here son. Word bond...this nigga weighs in at approximately 80 lbs n is delicate enough to use to polish the hood of ya car nahmean. You can use this nigga rite here to buff ya hood without scratchin the paint n give that shit a serious luster b. This nigga can shoot a string of lotion outta his wrists like he Spider Man namsayin. Son could find a broad that another nigga done left assed out n roll up n save her before she even has a chance to pull out her phone n air her ex nigga business out via her twitter n her facebook status. This nigga will recycle the fuck outta ya leftovers b. Son will sit at the table next to you at Burger King n not have no food n jus wait for you to finish so he can check to see if any french fries fell onto ya tray nahmean. Then he gon take those fries home in his pocket n wrap them individually in newspaper n have those as snacks for the next week. He gon take pictures wit those fries n write poems bout how tasty they is n shit like that. Basically he gon act like he aint never experienced a got dam french fry in his life n flaunt that shit to the world namsayin. In case you aint figure it out the french fry is like a metaphor for how this nigga is a sucka when it comes to a broad nahmean. Real talk yo. Ever wonder what desperation would look like if it was a livin breathin muthafucka wit a pulse n shit like that? Well you in luck son cos it would look like this nigga rite here yo. Nevermind the fact that son got his coonasizer set to "Mantan" at all times a day...this nigga also makes sucker for lovin a muthafuckin artform yo. The nigga is at the absolute pinnacle of softness b. Son is like the Kobe Bryant of whipped ass niggas.  This nigga jus said "no thanks" when they was handin out dignity at the door n walked rite into a lifetime of wackness n coonery son. Son aint got one cell in his body containin anything close to self respect yo. This nigga got zero decorum or pride or anything else to do wit not bein a bitchass muthafucka. This is jus summa the dumb shit that the nigga done uttered in the short time he been in the public eye yo......



“Being single doesn’t necessarily mean you’re available. Sometimes you have to put up a sign that says ‘Do Not Disturb’ on your heart.”





"Don't go, how to live my life without you, i just don't know...."





“Whenever you call baby I’ll roll up.....”





"@DaRealAmberRose awww baby ur the best little munchy wunchy crunchy girl in the world"



In other words yo....

So without further ado ya man P-Tone would like to present to yalls the newest inductee into the Soft Nigga Hall Of Fame.....

Wiz Khalifa-Rose

Congratulations nigga. You in a class that only the human estrogen shake Aubrey can fuck wit you in. Yall muthafuckas is like the Muhammad Ali n George Foreman of soft niggas. If yall niggas ran towards eachother n collided there would jus be a big splash n both yall niggas would be gone....n all that would be left is a puddle of lotion n some tight ass clothes on the ground n the aroma of turmoil. Anyway I aint got nothin personal against him but Imma probably have to slap the shit outta son jus based off principle alone when I see the nigga. Like I told him before...I might gon have to do some harm to him jus to restore virtue or some shit like that nahmean. So Wiz....Im gon braid ya arms together when I see you son.

Aight peace.

Ayo I think another joint from the Carter IV leaked son...

Ayo whattup its ya boy P-Tone aka Volcano Hands namsayin. Word is bond I decided to let some more a these classic Carter IV bars loose son. Ayo son these niggas straight bodied this shit nahmean. Like I said tho...I aint got the track names...n I dont even kno if this joint gon be on the album for sure for sure but they spat some crazy darts on this shit either way yo.  Thats my word. Personally I think they should call this shit Hebrew Steroids. Matter fact ayo Weezy if you readin this shit you got Tones blessins if you wanna use that aight. Cos this shit go hard b. But Hebrew Steroids kinda makes niggas think ayo word these niggas bout to go in...even when they aint heard the song yet namsayin. Cos if yall niggas go wit some shit like Money Out The Ass that shit jus sounds like all the other shit out there namsayin. Niggas need some original song titles like how I be doin it g. Word yo. Anyways I hope yall can see how epic this shit gon be based off the words alone nahmean. I aint even gon say no more.

Aight peace.

Hebrew Steroids - Lil Wayne feat. Drake & Rick Ross

Drake:

Niggas know me bwoy, I'm the fuckin rap madonna

But maybe even bigger, I'm the fuckin cat's pajamas

Niggas sayin "pause", fuck it tho, no commas

Degrassi High alumni, bitch I bring the dramahhhs

I say...

I say.....

Niggas takin shots like I aint gon reply, wow

Talkin bout my pudgy ass waist n fuckin eyebrows

Talkin bout my feminine traits, n my guy blouse

This shit come so easy I don't even gotta try now

Whip ya hair girl, do it like you Willow - watch

N holla if you need a neck rub or some pillow talk

I can make you giggle yeah, make it wiggle lots....

N girl I can lick erry iddy biddy widdle drop...

Uh

Call me Mr Montana...

Respected like Tony n I can sing like Hannah

Think you got a bad bitch? betcha that I'm badda

Anything I wanna do I CAN.......ada

Yeah

Call me Young Flashy, no camera

Tell my mama its her 'and her son'.........pamela

Uh

So jus give ya boy a kiss mom

N Kiss the game bye nigga, MUAH.....mo' lip balm!

Ugggghhhh!

Hook:

Money out the ass...m-m-money out the ass

Money out the ass...m-m-money out the ass

Money out the ass...m-m-money out the ass

Money out the ass...m-m-money out my ass, nigga

Rick Ross:

Urrhh!

Bawse!

7,000 carats n my Audemaaar.....

Monte Carlo vacation - Au revoir.....

Got my nigga Tunechi wit me by tha bar

Snatch Drizzy n it's a wrap....Carter 4

Want Rozay on the track, gotta pay me cash

Bugatti got the green eyes, call it Stacy Dash

Got about 30 those, you could the math

Want a thousand keys or mo, you know who to ask

Bought a couple Renoirs....mo Da Vincis

Leather sofa color purple, call it Oprah Winfrey

Got platinum handlebars on the ten speeds

Diamonds on the spokes.....tiger skin seats

Got dollars piled in boxes to the fuckin ceilin

12 figure paychecks, what a fuckin feelin....

Pourin Ace of Spades in the bathtub....

9 bitches in it wit me, give me back rubs

Casanova Rawse......get my LeVert on

Eatin dinner at Nobu wit no shirt on...

Niggas wanna see me go, it's the pay back

Went from C.O. to C.E.O. ...Maybach!

(Hook)

Lil Wayne:

Ayeaack!

It's muh tuuuuurhnnn nigkuh!

It's Young Tune, the young king, the young goon

Young Money, Cash Money, we some young coons

...short for tycoons, bring the storms n typhoons

straight to ya fugkin radio n iTunes

We the fastest cars nigguh, watch how we vrooooom

Drizzy is the black rose, watch how he bloom

Nicki is the queen, nah she dont need no groom

Gudda Gudda real good witta mop n those brooms

Tyga makes sure my wheels sparkle like a muhhhh

The rest uh my nigguhs cry, sweat, n shed bluuhhd

Soo woop nigguh, we the nigguhs in the cluhhhb

Carter Carter Carter, nigguh, guess what I duz?

Nigguhs say ya cant buy talent or buy love

Nigguh I did both...ahma muhhfugkin stud

Ayeachk...

Y'all big? I'm colloshish

Straight from the swamp bwoy, look at these galoshes 

Good gosh it's the muhhfugkin bawse wit me

Weezy F. n the F is for FILOSSuphee

Drizzy hang wit a nigga like apostropheees

We the shit nigguh...call us the colostomies....

Haaaaaachkk!

Young Monay!

I gaaaaaaawwwhhhhht this nigkuhhhhh!

(Hook)

Ayo I think a joint from the Carter IV leaked son...

Ayo whattup its ya boy Pretty Tony aka Zeus Hands bringin yall that shit direct from the mighty hammers of Thor namsayin. I cant say how yo...but ya boy was able to get his hands on advance copies of a few joints off that nigga Lil Waynes Carter IV album nahmean. Ayo summa the joints was crazy b...I aint even gon lie. Look like the nigga tryin to get his spot back after that How To Love bullshit son. But yo this joint rite here was incredible g...The god nearly spat out his ziti when he heard this shit yo. Niggas jus kept killin the track n spittin they darts namsayin. Word is bond yo. But I aint wanna fuck that nigga doe up like that so I aint gon jus leak that shit nahmean. But I got my nigga Alvin from the barbershop to transcribe this shit so that yall could at least get a sneak peak at this namsayin...good lookin out par. Anyways I dont even kno what these joints is named cos I aint got no tracklist...n this joint aint got no hook nahmean. But I think they should call this one "Crocodile Sweatsuits" son....cos that shit sound tough namsayin. Word.

Aight peace.

Crocodile Sweatsuits

Lil Wayne feat. Jadakiss, Nas & Shyne

Jadakiss:

If they ask about Kiss, life's ok I ain't deat yet

the Benz got a fridge n microwaves in the head rests

When you actually are great, brother'll stay amazed

So catch me in a R8, the color of mayonaisse

Rockin a blue mink, same one that the gats be in

Chick on my arm lookin like a Kardashian

Catch me ridin a jetski on the Belize coast

With 3 hundred bricks gettin chased by police boats

Niggas might try to rob me, cos the dope is pure as hell

N I'ma catch a battery charge like a duracell

When the tools come out, sorry niggas'll all scatter

Come thru in a 'Rari, same color as gall bladders

Might push a Autobot, or a Decepticon

Plus I get that paper thats the color of leprechauns

Its J to the muah, no homo, forever stay

Catch me in a Phantom the same color as pepper spray

In-ter-ior the same color as Corn Flakes

I keep it rock hard like the niggas in porn tapes

No homo, dont get it twisted fam

I come thru in a Lambo the color of Christmas ham

Ya chick might force herself not to admire Jase

Cos the Porsche got a bear skin rug n a fireplace

I been had money, headin toward killer rich

The Garage startin' to look like the import dealership....ahaaaaaaa!

Nas:

Through the finest coochies n buttholes, Nas will forever touch those

The kid's Gucci ruffles while bitches lookin' to fuck yo

NY to down south, where they use to whip Tobey

QB Wan Kenobi, in the projects I holds heat

The don is back, left my Fila rack at the laundromat

Eatin' shrimp scampi wit mobsters while y'all dine wit rats

Barbara Walters interviews, y'all too miniscule for my tennis shoes

Been around the world, n still the illest dude

What the bloodclot, that little nigga from that went from

...sellin' in these drug spots to felony mugshots

To smashin' these Penelope Cruz bitches, it's too vicious

The Q-Bridge is where my fam n crew visits 

The kid done popped bottles wit Farrakhan n smoked haze

wit my fella Mandela....yall still been amazed

I'm like Martin Luther Corleone, intelligent gangsta

Peaceful revolutionist, I never go bankrupt

Militant minded, but got time still to grind wit

purdy women, they love the kid - watch my divine-ness

I shine wit the sword of Moses, chop the heads off a dead roses

do this for the pimps, hustlers, n hoes's

And that aint all, yall know the kid humanitarian

I do this for dead babies, crackheads n Nigerians

aliens, mothers, bitches gettin' cesareans, 

waitresses, models n other wild barbarians...

Shyne:

Fuckin wit ...

Moshe Leviy...y'all get opened easy

Heard "shalom" on the phone when I spoke to Weezy

He said these niggas sayin Shyne's a meshugener 

Oy vey iz mir! Think these niggas is shooken up

Went from cookin' up,  flippin' bricks, n zippin' up

Now I jus flip thru the Torah, Talmud n Mishna

Moshe's the commissioner, y'all niggas is yentes

But niggas only ran they mouths when I was sent up

Y'all got some chutzpah to think y'all can touch da

level I have, but I wish you hatzlachah

Y'all know that Shyne is the truth, whether I'm in the the booth 

or havin' a blintz with some baba ghanoush

Niggas been had wars since Sodom n Gomorrah 

Fuck wit Po, I light this bitch up like menorahs

Think cos I fucks wit halachah that I won't duel you?

But I'm still gangsta, dont let the yamaka fool you

Still see me in the club wit these hoes n strong liquor

I still puff that smoke, but I chill on Yom Kippur

Still got my ties to the mob, I'm among skippers

Still put a bullet in ya stomach, lungs or liver

Imma bury y'all niggas, that's why I keep my weapons

even at the synagogue, won't catch me schleppin'

Really tho, r-r-r-really tho, I'm the boss

Y'all niggas think its Shabbat (gunshots)......mazel tov

Lil Wayne:

*lighter sounds*

Mmmm...Young Muhnehh....

Ya diiiiig....

Guess what the cat dragged in? I mean the jag-rah

Cash Monay, Young Monay, don't need no Viagra

Nigguhs think they hot....I'm the muhhfuggin magma

Married to the game, but I'm a muhhfuggin badch-luhh

These niggas aint hard, they jus wanna ag tuhhf

ag tuhhf, yeahhh....actin pussay get ya smahhged up

Spin my own web....hyeahh...call me a tuh-ranch-luhh

You a groupie nigga, join my muhhfuggin fan cluhhb

I'm ballin' while you nigguhs goin bank-ruhhbt

I'ma set sail while y'all still pullin anchors

Thanks bruh.....this is the apocah-lepps

Carry the whole world...you can see it in ma quah-druh-sepps

.....N if life is a box a cho-cuh-letts

I'ma eat the whole fugkin box....like it's broc-uh-leh

Pass me the gun n umma cock it bechk

It'sYoung Tunechi nigguh......I jus chop yuh nehhk

Hyahhck....we dramatic like the op-er-uhhs

Niggas cain't see us wit magical bin-ach-u-luhhs

...Get ya ass dropped like a hockeh puck

Catch me on the Dow Jones, muh stock is up

........N this here is my house

The booth is my fiance, the game is my spouse

Hoes gimme milk, I ain't gotta the buy cows

I'm half of Drake's forehead nigguh.....I browssse.....