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Where Dreams Can Happen

by Cypher Clique

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1.
The Sheets 02:55
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[Intro: Mic Anthony & E] Lit Romney, Lit Lit Romney Get Lit then I get that body Hit the party, I gotta ride shotty Lit Romney, Lit Lit Romney I'm finna' shine like Odell Beck, I want the jewelry I get to thinking like (None of you bitches foolin' me) (None of you bitches foolin' me) (None of you bitches foolin' me) Grind like Cornell West, I'm with the website Call that the fresh side, gotta [?????????] But none of you niggas cool as me (None of you niggas cool as me) [Bridge: Mic Anthony] Where the beach go? She say her friend want a freak show On the east coast One night, wake up Where the sheets go? [Verse 1: E] Hey babe, get your bop right I seen that ass, you gotta wop right? I've been living fast in the thot life You don't wanna cross paths like a stoplight You don't wanna na na mean on a speedboat? Spend a hundred racks, powered week on the ski slopes? We know you never need new people But... [Pre-Chorus: Mic Anthony] It's ok, it's alright You're so fake, you're so nice Girl I've waited my life Being patient this time [Chorus: Mic Anthony] Where the beach go? She say her friend want a freak show On the east coast One night, wake up Where the sheets go? I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold Like, oh where the sheets go? I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold Like, oh where the sheets go? [Verse 2: Mic Anthony] They into wishin', I'm using my intuition And makin' a killin', ambition be higher than ceilings They can't see me man, they wanna be me man Smokin' like a Rasta, like ya pop pop, like a Beanie Man This ain't Jamaica but the family from Jamaica, Queens Goofy's on the daily everyday, but we don't make a scene Still they wanna watch a nigga like a telethon I'm up in Newark hitting swishers, call me Delle Donne Word play like a board game Got liq, got chics, then the tour came I'm from a city full of pity, they adore lames Standout, while they lookin' for handouts So what's next? Good neck, a good check Dreamin' when I'm scheming bout the women I should peck This ain't a hobby it's a motherfuckin' lifestyle My life's quite wild, throw me a lifestyle [Bridge: Mic Anthony] Where the beach go? She say her friend want a freak show On the east coast One night, wake up Where the sheets go? [Verse 3: Relay] Bad girls, fresh gear, plus the Bentley and Coupes bruh Is in arms reach, so there's plenty to shoot for Doing dirt, better get me a loofah Cuz a youngin' trynna get a liq, call it Hennypalooza All these false promises, what they say sure is damagin' Fake CEO's with their great tours and travelin' Swear they get paid more for managin' But their ass couldn't be a chairman at Raymour and Flanigan's (Get it?) I keep it real like we goin' fishin' Once you do that, oh they all listen It's either bag broads on a mall mission Or trips overseas with a blonde vixen Gold chain, the dad hat, with blue Griffey's Move swiftly, young ninjas from New Guinea Guaranteed to score like a free throw Seven in the morning, where the sheets go? [Outro: E] Yea I'm prepped for the spy shit Hopped out the whip on my Magnum P.I. shit You [???] shouldn't fuck with the Cy Clique You know, don't have no luck with the Cy Clique You mess around and get buck for the Cy Clique Put your hands if you up with the Cy Clique Then again if you fuck with the Cy Clique Grab your mans if you up with the Cy Hey!
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Under The Table 03:35
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] She was sniffin' on the white girl, talkin' to a white girl Said I'm kinda short but I'm lit and I'm quite thorough I was on it all night, she was here the next day Lookin' thru her dress, X-Men with the X-Ray Call your friends out, show me what your friends bout I ain't in my town, we can kick it at your friend's house Off the Rossi, kick it with the posse I'm trynna slide girl it's just like hockey [Hook] I come rumba rumba rumba (Poppin' bottle after bottle) We're going under under under (No doubt we'll feel this tomorrow) Losing control in the stable (And feelin' all over you) We're going under the table (Like that's what we're suppose to do) [Verse 1: Relay] All she do is snap, never talks dude Steady breakin' necks when she walks thru Red bottoms on the feet, dress dark blue Fresh to death, baby girl brought the chalk too Stunitin' hard with the gear, left the tag on em' Haters in the way, gotta dab on em VIP red ropes, throwin' bucks up Free shots for the club, putthem cups up [Verse 2: James Major] She came to me cause I'm the one she wanna leave with Hit the scene with, always lookin' clean with Why should you oblige? I'm a fly guy Who's a prince, Cyhi Stay connected like WiFi These suckers tryna matchup, I'm like why try? Cause they know who we are when we ride by Stop that, cut the beef, and like Five guys On the high rise, top play, I'm a highlight [Bridge: Mic Anthony] Sippin' Rossi make it do what it do Shawty smart then she'll be doin' it too Lit it up, it had her turning around Took it back and now we burning it down Baby girl know you here with it? Road dome, can't steer with it Love it when you come around Summer nights, summer chic, in a summer town [Hook] I come rumba rumba rumba (Poppin' bottle after bottle) We're going under under under (No doubt we'll feel this tomorrow) Losing control in the stable (And feelin' all over you) We're going under the table (Like that's what we're suppose to do) [Verse 3: Mic Anthony] It gets sicker than cheap liquor and hangovers I'm that nigga so bad women can hang over They couldlayover, treat it like it's flight school We be holding hands got me feelin' like it's highschool We hold hands, make me feel like a couple skate Sip lean, both teams, yeah a couple ate I turn up now I'm runnin' game, King James And you're my stepson, I think I'm Ving Rhames They say they Big Meech, they said they Larry Hoover But they be floppin' like beached whales and barracuda We got the illest shit, pretty women be feelin' it And I got too much ambition to ever be a militant You real silly, I cop plugs when I kill Philly So when I'm on you can't even get a deal from me And that's the reason home girl wanna chill with me It's such a shame local rap cats steal from me [Bridge: Mic Anthony] Sippin' Rossi make it do what it do Shawty smart then she'll be doin' it too Lit it up, it had her turning around Took it back and now we burning it down Baby girl know you here with it? Road dome, can't steer with it Love it when you come around Summer nights, summer chic, in a summer town [Hook] I come rumba rumba rumba (Poppin' bottle after bottle) We're going under under under (No doubt we'll feel this tomorrow) Losing control in the stable (And feelin' all over you) We're going under the table (Like that's what we're suppose to do)
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Forget Em feat Quintin Richardson 03:46
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[Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Seen her when I walk in I ain't really down for the talking Stroke her, then I poke her, I be swimming like a dolphin Hit her, then I quit her, we be sweatin' like the ball teams Love her in the summer, I ain't worried bout the fall things But in the winter time, I eat it like it's dinner time I swear to God that all these pretty women gon' remember mine I be tryna' bag the pretty women anywhere Flock full of pops, best believe I'ma get a pair [Verse 2: Relay] She was mixed with all types, Black and Dominican Might be Caribbean, even Bolivian I couldn't run game like Olympians Had to do it by the book, that's Corinthians Where you head girl? Can I come through? All I need is time, we can kick it like Kung fu Get a little lunch boo, know you got the hunch too Red light wife, you're something I'll never run through [Hook: Quitnin Richardson] You're callin' my phone, girl I bet that you're man don't know (Bet you're man don't know about me) That you're feelin' me, girl (That you're feelin' me) And you just can't help yourself Cause I'm that nigga And you gon' get it Better ask about Cause I'm that nigga, girl And you gon' get it, girl Cause I'm that nigga [Verse 3: Mic Anthony] Hella women in my phone book Cuff her when I need the home cooked Tipsy off the liquor, now I'm givin' her the grown look Been a couple months, I gotta call her on her birthday Fiendin' for that body and I want it in the worst way Know she got a hubby but I wanna be her man still Heavy in the game, going hard like an anvil Get a Advil, nights lookin' mad real Boujee with the booty, I can tell she never had thrills [Verse 4: James Major] Got the best style she ever seen, saw me by the mezzanine At a sold out show, the fan base is heavenly She wants me cause she knowthat I rap good We at the kickback and she rollin' up backwoods And I don't smoke but, I ain't judgin' you Purp and Patron here, so get comfortable Then come back to my new fortress Cause I know she wants D like a full court press [Hook: Quintin Richardson] You're callin' my phone, girl I bet that you're man don't know (Bet you're man don't know about me) That you're feelin' me, girl (That youre feelin' me) And you just can't help yourself Cause I'm that nigga And you gon' get it Better ask about Cause I'm that nigga, girl And you gon' get it, girl Cause I'm that nigga [Bridge : Quintin Richardson] Keep callin me, you gon' get it Askin' for it, you gon' get it Beggin' for it, you gon' get it Your man, I'll make you forget em (Forget em!) Forget em (Forget em!) Forget em (Yeah... Oh yeah) I hit it once, then you want it again But I say no and move onto your friend Come on baby, you know that girl's a ten If I hit, you know I'll be winning Nah playing right now, truth is baby if I ever hit that She be callin' you like "Where you at"? Cause I'm that nigga [Hook: Quintin Richardson] You're callin' my phone, girl I bet that you're man don't know (Bet you're man don't know about me) That you're feelin' me, girl (That youre feelin' me) And you just can't help yourself Cause I'm that nigga And you gon' get it Better ask about Cause I'm that nigga, girl And you gon' get it, girl Cause I'm that nigga
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Smoothie 04:11
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] I ain't a jiggy nigga, I ain't a flossy guy Nah mean, I ain't really that geechie Nah I ain't really even that preachy But I am an innovator, entertainer, and a dude that stays inebriated dog But I'm one of the people that you gotta respect out here man We created that team humble We created the lingo We created the swag We created the house party The Rossi, the women, the ambiition It was all us, we the guys from the jump [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Nine years rappin', an anniversary That's nine years, all my rhymes flow nursery Murder in the first degree, fuck ain't a curse to me Shits sunny but it's only getttin' worse for me Hotter than a fever in the summer at a sauna, scene Up and comers jealous, they be lookin' marijuana green I'm an innovator, and an entertainer Get her mind, get her wine, then I penetrate her And you been a hater ever since the AIM days If I was these niggas I would feel the same way This is Dwayne Wayne, turned to Dwayne Wade I got made sons, we was in the same grade Climbing up the ladder still, you gettin' madder still You was in the club, chasing love, pickin' daffodils I'm a legend in my city, you a fuck nigga Where was you nigga? You ain't one of us nigga (I don't really trust niggas) [Chorus: Mic Anthony] It's my life (Baby girl know I'm puffin' a pound) It's my life (Baby girl know I'm bussin' it down) It's my mic (Baby girl know I'm killin' the show) It's my night (I'm at the party and I'm drillin' the ho...) We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on [Verse 2: Relay] Got the starter rollin', so pardon the sequel The walk of fame's the only way that this star is beneath you Homies quick to judge all the flaws and the evils And they try to throw shade at all of your peoples Mad their career needs some maintenance For a slight fee, I can show you how to make a hit Sweepin' thru the competition, holmes we were made for this Suckers drawin' and they takin' shots, call it paint and sip It's more answers and less questions I'm trynna get the rock and roll homie, Led Zeplin You know they say life gives the best lessons Soakin' in these bars, that's an S7 Fed up with lames and their poor simulations Had enough with the bluff, can't endure imitations Thinkin' out the box leads to more innovation But I still got that work homie, orientation [Chorus: Mic Anthony] It's my life (Baby girl know I'm puffin' a pound) It's my life (Baby girl know I'm bussin' it down) It's my mic (Baby girl know I'm killin' the show) It's my night (I'm at the party and I'm drillin' the ho...) We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on [Verse 3: James Major] Expressing feelings that are still inside Makin' music everyday, you can feel the vibe Performance every weekend, the fans build in size Face my problems like a man, I'm too real to hide I'm so chill, I be rappin' at my pace I hit the store before it close and now that's fashionably late Even felons couldn't face these bars On a mission so I'm gonna grab checks long as KD's arms I make it hot, you can have the AC on I'm just rollin' thru my city in my gray Nissan I got the game in a lasso, all about the cash flow Live at the rap show, you jumpin' like a tadpole Told yall' it our year, watch a hater fold like a lawn chair Yo you don't belong here, aww yeah Back on my grind Tryna' cop rocks that go for 30 and 15 like Shaq in his prime [Chorus: Mic Anthony] It's my life (Baby girl know I'm puffin' a pound) It's my life (Baby girl know I'm bussin' it down) It's my mic (Baby girl know I'm killin' the show) It's my night (I'm at the party and I'm drillin' the ho...) We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on We go on and on
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Blame The Rain feat Tribe Beats 03:35
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[Hook: E] When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside All the clothes stay dry Even if we have a slow ass night When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside Wet roads can't drive Even if we have a slow ass night [Verse 1: E] Wet roads, can't drive Wet roads, Melrose, stay high Hollywood Boulevard in the night White girls, all dope is white Coke Venice Beach, blacks cold as ice No smoke in the whip man, I told them twice Valet gotta park it Walked in free drinks from the bar-tend [Bridge: E] Got me lookin' for your lovin' in the night time Chanel Douglas, Justin's cousin, ooh I want it Got me tellin' every lady in my life it's not the right time When it rains outside, ooh baby don't go outside [Hook: E] When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside All the clothes stay dry Even if we have a slow ass night When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside Wet roads can't drive Even if we have a slow ass night [Verse 2: Mic Anthony] I'm in the middle like Malcolm, I heard these women love my albums I heard they turin' up the volume I heard they love me, as a matter of fact And every time they hear my record they be runnin' it back More money more problems More women more condoms I'm a menace, I'm a Dennis like Rodman One time for the lit chics And two times for the girls wearing lip stick [Bridge: E] Got me lookin' for your lovin' in the night time Chanel Douglas, Justin's cousin, ooh I want it Got me tellin' every lady in my life it's not the right time When it rains outside, ooh baby don't go outside [Hook: E] When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside All the clothes stay dry Even if we have a slow ass night When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside Wet roads can't drive Even if we have a slow ass night [Verse 3: Mic Anthony] She wanna do it again, she wanna get it in Baby I'm thinkin' the same thing like synonyms And I ain't worried bout ex dude or him and him Only concern is homeboys and women friends Cut like abrasion, back with a vengeance Liq in the VIP blowin' gas like an engine I'm the man of the week though Make the house party look like a freak show [Bridge: E] Got me lookin' for your lovin' in the night time Chanel Douglas, Justin's cousin, ooh I want it Got me tellin' every lady in my life it's not the right time When it rains outside, ooh baby don't go outside (Cypher Clique baby) [Instrumentation] [Outro: Tribe Beats] When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside All the clothes stay dry Even if we have a slow ass night When it rains outside Ooh baby don't go outside And the clothes stay dry Even if we have a slow ass night
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The Wave 04:12
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[Intro: DJ Friend Zone & Caller] (DJ Friend Zone) Yes, yes, yes. DJ Friend Zone on your ones and twos. Playing nothing but the hits. All day. All night. And we do it right. We're taking request for the next 3 hours. You know we get it poppin' and I'm fresh like a shower. Caller, what do you wanna hear? What can I do for you man? (Caller) Yo man. I'm with my girl right now son. I wanna hear something nice for her but I want bars too. You know? We need them bars you know what I'm sayin (DJ Friend Zone) Yeah Yeah. Bars and pretty girls in cars (Caller) Yea Friend Zone you're the man. You'll get out of that friend zone one day. Trust me (DJ Friend Zone) Yeah man. I do what I can. For now we got that brand new Cypher Clique all in your speaks [Bridge: Mic Anthony] Hey girl, you know I don't want You know, I need you too I wanna see you tonight If I, just came with him and her Could we do that? I wanna see you tonight [Hook: Mic Anthony] Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] My Clique go hard like erection Bad chic on the pole like election Fuck boys better get some protection Hate rap but it's so interested And for the 1-6, see it's dead for the dumb shit Sweet 16's in my bag like fun dip Charged up, plugged up like a tracfone Niggas wanna rap but they don't got backbones I kill it every year I can't believe they sleepin' on me I feel the happiest with pretty Puerto Ricans onme She ain't Ciara, she ain't keepin' a promise And I stopped sippin' on the lean, so with the future I'm honest I mean damn girl, we don't even hold hands girl So what's a down ass chic in a man's world? Smooth nigga with a devious plot I heard if you just keep it thorough then it's easy to pop [Hook: Mic Anthony] Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave [Verse 2: Relay] Never satisfied so I dream bigger Bout the future lampin' out in a clean villa Great weather, white sands, and clean rivers Surrounded by the stars like a seat filler But first I gotta get out this hole Filled with drama and disaster man this shit takes a toll Temptation lurkin' at will grabs the purest of souls Soccer coach scoutin' like they've got word of your goal (Will finish verse later) [Hook: Mic Anthony] Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave [Verse 3: James Major] Timb boots and gray sweaters, just to change weather I'm with a chics whose skins soft like beige leather Unstoppable when I drop a flow (Cyp Clique in your area) Gon' rock a show This pen that I utilize got me in the newest rides Niggas spewing lies, I ain't worried bout them foolish guys I'm just wanna sit and recline Maybe sell a little records like Big in his prime So the Clique got a buzz, we're beginning to shine So it's like I'm homeless the way I'm pickin' up dimes Got a show so you know they'll check him Cuz I'm a young giant like Odell Beckham So you see what I'm trynna do, makin' all kind of moves Rock Carolina blues, shine like a diamond do No tellin' what this guy will do But you know who it is when we slidin' thru [Hook: Mic Anthony] Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave Gotta hit em with the wave
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The Pettiest Part 03:17
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[Hook: E & Mic Anthony] Hey you don't really want no problem with my family or with my Clique Even groupies in my band see, I'm with the shits And all my people understand me Let them in, yeah they my brothers Fuck with them the long way You heard what the song say (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, that, that, that, that) [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] I be, I be, I be, I be, I be, I be over shit You be on that Dover shit I got the kind of spit that Leprechauns couldgrow a clover with The city on my back, they'll never know just how the boulder feel Sippin' with the baddest, not the average, gettin' older still Saliva on my tongue, I smoke the swisher with sativa I ain't docal like the locals with the rappin' I'm a diva And I'm coming with the ether, runnin' records like a cheetah You ain't keepin' up with legends lil' homie take a breather But these locals talkin' stupid as drunk parents at soccer games I'm coming with that rhythm and style to give em proper flame That Waka fuckin Flocka flame You be lookin' icy hot And most these dudes is army men, salami men, or Fifer cops They got me in the paper still, rappers on their second show I see they got ambition but I really hope they let it go (If that's your man then you should let me him know) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (I got that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) [Hook: E & Mic Anthony] Hey you don't really want no problem with my family or with my Clique Even groupies in my band see, I'm with the shits And all my people understand me Let them in, yeah they my brothers Fuck with them the long way You heard what the song say (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, that, that, that, that) [Verse 2: James Major] Performing all these rap songs, they love us when we're back home I'm coppin' all the newest gear, no tellin' what we do this year Movin' through the city quick, knockin' some of Biggies hits No I'm never stoppin' keep on grindin' til I'm really rich Nigga that's a grand or two, I'm eatin' tracks like Hannibal Every show is so live, I think we need a camera crew No point for me to aim at you lame rap dudes To race against me you'll need Usain's track shoes We keep on winning you need rogain cause you're losin' here Why your album on the shelf like a souvenir? You can't go against the Clique because we're too prepared Actually I think that we're the nicest crew in here Nobody is nice as us us, hits like a Tyson punch Shout out to the competition all of them are wipin' up You should know with every beat that major mesh well So it's like a spread sheet the same way I excel [Hook: E & Mic Anthony] Hey you don't really want no problem with my family or with my Clique Even groupies in my band see, I'm with the shits And all my people understand me Let them in, yeah they my brothers Fuck with them the long way You heard what the song say (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, whoa whoa whoa whoa) (She want that, that, that, that, that)
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Chase My Dreams (Skit) 00:18
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[Premium Pete speech] You got anytime to sleep? Anytime to jerk your bird? Anytime to eat a slice of pizza? Yo honesty lemme tell you something If I'm younger... I'm trynna chase some pussy I'm trynna chase some money I'm trynna chase my dreams I'm not trynna chase no fuckin' Pokemon
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The Knicks Tape feat Samuel Delaghetto 03:30
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[Hook: E] She look classic, barley know that bitch name After hours she be suckin' like a Knicks game Man I'm all into this money But yall' be ballin' like the Knicks damn Pretty Puerto Rican with her shit straight She rolled it well, we taking L's like the Knicks tape [Bridge: Samuel Delaghetto] Money, paper, cream, that's a young niggas wish Winnin' rings with the latest team, we ballin' like the Knicks damn [Verse 1: Mic Anthony] It's a new day nigga, I give em overkill These other niggas washed they lookin' older than Holyfield So why you rappin' still? I got the rachet still And anyone can get it I'm servin' niggas like happy meals A couple homies trappin' still I know you know me, I'm that nigga rappin' after Millz He tossin' rocks on the block like it's hopscotch? I got my kids in her mouth like a pop rock Make her jaw drop, niggas wanna pop lock Shittin' when the stale stops, kiss me when the ball drop I ain't got a girlfriend Know you got a boyfriend (damn) [Verse 2: Samuel Delaghetto] Shawty I ain't with the bull like Melo So pour up that Ciroc, maybe another shot of jello She claims she a singer, wants me featured on her mixtape Well... get to suckin' like the Knicks tape "Won't Stop Til We On" little nigga know my clique straight Be the illest, got em catchin' colder feelings Shout out to everything I pissed on, Billups I see you practicing, nigga get your skill up Cuz it's all about the, all about the money We just trynna get a mil up [Hook: E] She look classic, barley know that bitch name After hours she be suckin' like a Knicks game Man I'm all into this money But yall' be ballin' like the Knicks damn Pretty Puerto Rican with her shit straight She rolled it well, we taking L's like the Knicks tape [Bridge: Samuel Delaghetto] Money, paper, cream, that's a young niggas wish Winnin' rings with the latest team, we ballin' like the Knicks damn [Verse 3: E] First things first I'm the swag champ surely Started off poorly, now I'm the nigga most ? at parties Smoked to get started Drawing all attention from the ladies, didn't want it I'm sorry, you don't look better than Marcy The Clique like Chris Paul I spit like Harden Cops killin' blacks, they don't really wanna solve it Til' the blacks spazz out and start revoltin' Damn that was awkward, hit em with some Austin Powers, coward, I'm givin' cold showers Show up with two hoes and you know they ours (owww) You know they both ours [Brige: E and Mic Anthony] You still goin' to these Knicks games... And you don't know these chics name [Bridge 2: Samuel Delaghetto] They both hours so we wastin' time Penny for your thoughts, trynna change your mind, what's your sign? Capricorn or a Gemini? A Gemini [Hook: E] She look classic, barley know that bitch name After hours she be suckin' like a Knicks game Man I'm all into this money But yall' be ballin' like the Knicks damn Pretty Puerto Rican with her shit straight She rolled it well, we taking L's like the Knicks tape [Bridge: Samuel Delaghetto] Money, paper, cream, that's a young niggas wish Winnin' rings with the latest team, we ballin' like the Knicks damn
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Dollar & A Scheme feat Samuel Delaghetto 03:05
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[Hook: Hooks R Us] I know your face deserves a billionaire But I was hoping we could chill somewhere Would you consider sitting down somewhere? (Sitting down somewhere) With a thousandaire, yeah I might not ever be a billionaire But I can still afford a meal somewhere Would you consider sitting down some where? Sitting down somewhere With a thousandaire, yeah [Verse 1 Samuel Delaghetto] Girl you got the body of a Keyshia Why you livin' single like Latifah? Frame your face I'm talkin' Mona Lisa I bet you walk on water Jesus, Peter Who your daddy? Can we thank that man Young brother with a plan, what you trynna do? I ain't got a billie or a millie yet Still trynna vibe with your silhouette It's all good, pull up and we gon' flex as we should I was hopin' we could, you know Got catch a flick, you be my chic, pull up the whip We can just dip, back to your crib I play with hair, you bite my lip We could just live, and go where they can't go It's all love we don't go where the hate go/ Trynna rock with you til' we both rock halos Still surfin' waves, get lost for days On a different page but we never change Know your ex man was another phase We could rearrange, I could show you things I could show you things [Hook: Hooks R Us] I know your face deserves a billionaire But I was hoping we could chill somewhere Would you consider sitting down somewhere? (Sitting down somewhere) With a thousandaire, yeah I might not ever be a billionaire But I can still afford a meal somewhere Would you consider sitting down some where? Sitting down somewhere With a thousandaire, yeah [Verse 2: James Major] Since I touched down I wanna be up Somewhere they can't reach us Kick back and my feet up With a skinny model with D cups I'm playin', I'm just sayin' Chase my dreams every night, I'm prayin' I'll go ghost if them niggas ain't payin' I need power, call me Kanan (Whoa) my new song you can tell it's hot On stage I show boat like I'm sellin' yachts Got up when I fell, took L's a lot And no, I never imagined this In Brooklyn chillin' with Fabolous Cuz the flow's so dope it's hazardezz This sauce, they still trynna capture this But look at us, we cook it up New show, we book it up I'm the plug, I hook it up (say what?) You know we shook it up And you know me, making moves with my homies We tied the game and about to put it in O.T [Hook: Hooks R Us] I know your face deserves a billionaire But I was hoping we could chill somewhere Would you consider sitting down somewhere? (Sitting down somewhere) With a thousandaire, yeah I might not ever be a billionaire But I can still afford a meal somewhere Would you consider sitting down some where? Sitting down somewhere With a thousandaire, yeah
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No One Compares feat Marty & Frank Boy 03:43
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[Intro: Mic Anthony] I had a shorty in my lifetime, shit was like lifetime Took my heart twice, now I'm livin' with a lifeline (lifeline) I got a plate of women all them are quite fine Love'll find me 25's not the right time Hope you understand me, God, dreams, family I'm losin' women cause I'm winnin', chasin' Grammy's Never had a plan b, never buyin' Plan B But baby girl I really hope you understand me [Hook: Luca Polizzi] There ain't no one No one compares To how I feel when I'm with you Understand me, no one compares And they can't do it The way you do Oooooooooooh No one compares to you Oooooooooooh No one compares to you [Verse 1: Marty] Number one, you're my number one Ain't nobody coming close, ain't no runner ups My good girl never really got in trouble much But you always find a way to fuck the summer up When you wear them dresses shawty it's a blessing Intelligence and sexy, girl that's interesting These other chics be messy, and I ain't into messes And they be trynna' stress me with these silly questions They could never get me like You oooh, and that's the truth, oooh I can't wait until the day we say I doooo Cause you, showed me life is more than being in the booth Now I believe in love, girl all I needed was the truth Sneak up to the roof and then try to capture the moon for ya Shootin' for the stars, if I have to that's what I'll do for ya Put it in a song, then I gotta wife it Know you're the one, cause even my mama like you [Hook: Luca Polizzi] There ain't no one No one compares To how I feel when I'm with you Understand me, no one compares And they can't do it The way you do Oooooooooooh No one compares to you Oooooooooooh No one compares to you [Verse 2: Frank Boy] No one compares, to you anywhere When you in public people tend to stop and stare I don't care, mami shit is clear You the baddest bitch in this hemisphere Lovin' the way that you walk, lovin' the way that you talk Country girl, Atlanta girl, or a city girl from New York Lovin' the way that you move, no close on in that pool Champagne with your girlfriends, you're a party girl and that's cool You know I like my dirty sprite and red eye flights And you so my type it's kindalike we just alike She the best of both worlds, half white and black girl Educated, still hood, look good Girl it's your world She the best of both worlds, half white and black girl Educated, still hood, look good Girl it's your world [Hook: Luca Polizzi] There ain't no one No one compares To how I feel when I'm with you Understand me, no one compares And they can't do it The way you do Oooooooooooh No one compares to you Oooooooooooh No one compares to you
12.
Where Dreams Can Happen (Skit) 00:34
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[Boosie] And it's always like that Whereever you're from you'll get hated the most Most rappers die in their own city. It's a fact And uhh. You know have haters who were in school with you And they mad cuz they were in that third grade class with you But they don't have the same hustle as you They hate you for no reason. They hate you for your success If you were a local rapper and didn't have much they would love you And you develop hatred in your own city
13.
Another One feat J. Edwards & Jon Matthews 04:37
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[Verse 1: James Major] We started out in from basement, we're coming up bout to make it big It's easy for me like a finger roll, we're at the rim and we lay it in They hated on me, I see why though Sawsnake eyes, no G.I. Joe They're terrified with the heat I throw Don't hit my line no reply yo Cause I'm gone, taking my flight Did our own, it ain't happen over night Just so happen I'm livin' what I write And we got a show like every different night We came up from that D-League, made it out to the pros Out on the road, chasing my goals I'm a rare breed creating that mold No we won't stop, can't slow down Gonna take it over when we come in your town In the studio still makin' that sound Won't turn over like we steppin' out of bound You know what's next, we control the set No spiderwebs but we're on the net, got new vibes you ain;t on it yet You're on the bench, you ain't ballin'yet I drop bombs that belong to Flex, 4th quarter our song is next Ten years, how long they slept? On the crew, We're on the move Look at me and then look at you Novelist, I might book a few Stop it kid, they won't look at you I want Barclays, that Brooklyn view (And I'm gone) [Hook: Jon Matthews] Another one, another one Heads come up, respawn son Bars drop like we dead lift As I sit here in reflection It's okay you can sleep. How? Word of mouth is we hot on the streets now All these commas in the paypal Reflecting all of the ones found Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one All these commas in the paypal Reflecting all of the ones found [Verse 2: Wolf Kent] They're droppin' music and it's garbage, my team is taking it the farthest I give it a year, if it won't happen here I'll pack up and move in with the Chargers Out to L.A. what I'm talkin' bout I need patience, you got it? I need it now Droppin' song after song, man I let em out I taught them how to do it so settle down You gas all the wrong ones, they ain't in it for the long run They'll be out before the fall comes, so I let em do it for a few months But my reign is coming in a verse form You couldn't even match the worse one My ex girl tried to stunt on me, but it's all good cause she ain't the one I go to Philly get a bunch of numbers I'm out here, I'm workin' to take the summer Me and Morris made the right adjustments, worked a little harder but it wasn't nothing When you wanna be bigger than everyone you know Lookin' for someone to keep it thorough, lookin' for someone to keep it real I guess that means I'll keep it right here Loft team all day, everyday Other people always got something to say But we good, we don't care anyway You don't care anyway, everything you do is lame man please And we out ahead of yall winning the race When we step in the building we running the place [Hook: Jon Matthews] Another one, another one Heads come up, respawn son Bars drop like we dead lift As I sit here in reflection It's okay you can sleep. How? Word of mouth is we hot on the streets now All these commas in the paypal Reflecting all of the ones found Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one All these commas in the paypal Reflecting all of the ones found [Verse 3: Relay] I'm on don't hit that light switch, stand tall you dudes is 5'6 This star is synopsis, cross me and feel my right fist I'm on the road with tour dates, in both coast that's more states NY's my hometown, hit grandma's for 4 plates Make my way right to the Ave, 125th them stores great Gotta prep for the winter time, wheat Timbs and North Face Char toppers we coming yall, damn right got a list as well Keep my biz right on the low, never ever will I kiss and tell' These girls man they come and go, I'm droppin' dimes like a wishing well Play me I'm Swayze, too wavy like Biggavel The one to be like apartment doors, armed up don't start a war Live and die for this rap thing, it's in the flesh like carnivores Lower your voice when you talk to me A lot of you suckers are mockerys I'm on a different astronomy Call me a future commodity A youngin' eatin' good with that humble pie It's all lining up and they wonder why [Hook: Jon Matthews] Another one, another one Heads come up, respawn son Bars drop like we dead lift As I sit here in reflection It's okay you can sleep. How? Word of mouth is we hot on the streets now All these commas in the paypal Reflecting all of the ones found Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one Another one, another one All these commas in the paypal Reflecting all of the ones found
14.
Every Time I Pull Up 03:26
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[Verse 1: Mic Anthony] Gotta kill it cause I gotta, tomato or tomata Anytime I'm on the track with other rappers, I'm the hotter We plotted all this shit at Caesar Rodney in Bravadas Now they got us in the Sources, all the stages gettin' slaughtered I'm chillin' with your daughter, I'm chillin' with your cousin I be chillin' with the baddest cause they heard a nigga buzzin' She hotter than a sauna, we kick it like Kitana And she smokin' on the vaper, she don't do no marijuana And what you doin' like really isn't that necessary Look at all my accolades, all my niggas legendary You lookin' secondary, I ain't talking corner backs Ready for the beef but them niggas never order that Bitches never holla back, I'm stating all the facts He lookin' salty at the party want his dollar back I be on my next shit, and I'm a threat bitch Pro with the hoes and the flows, I'm a vet yea [Hook: Mic Anthony] (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) Every Time I (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) Every Time I (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) Every Time I (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) [Verse 2: Relay] Dapper dan, look at how I dress Only name brands go across the chest Money keeps me up I don't need a rest Call me Mr. Nike cause I'm makin' checks Gettin' paper is the only plan Like a snare drum boy I stay with bands Doing big things, look at all the fans From New York to Japan All about the duckets, shootin' like a bucket Haters throw shade, but the broads love it Shows in the east and the parties out west Everything's good and the team's getting press Bottles on deck, you ain't tippin' get to steppin' Got that Captain with the Coke or the black cherry Effen Shawty takin' lessons, got here out the bar then we dip man Thought I was a slave by the way of my whip game [Hook: Mic Anthony] (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) Every Time I (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) Every Time I (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) Every Time I (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) (P-p-pull up p-p-pull up) [Verse 3: James Major] Trade in my whip to get a better one, this is how we get it done If this was a game you'd be on level one We be on the move everywhere to get the racks high Got the dissertation flow, all my paper stack high Now we're making better songs, they ain't give a hand like prosthetic arms Now I'm wishing all my haters dead and gone Shawty want the kid now, wanna call my line Treat her like the X-Games, she can fall inline all the time You see in Delaware we got it locked by all accounts If niggas hatin' on the Clique you can tell em bounce Heavyweight but still dealing with small amounts But what we get, we break it up like a fallin' out But never fallin' out, cause we're here forever Cause I do it for the team through all my endeavors I ain't lyin' trynna have it all Made moves from my android cell, no dragon ball

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