Smokin On

Final Warning

DrJan3 - 2 Am
Prod. DrJan3

LYRICS

762 be leavin him tweakin
Shot in his neck now it’s leakin 
Case getting cold it’s freezin 
His Temp to low now he seizin 

 Go on the run body count increasin 
thinks I’m lying make him believe in 
Me when I see him 
He saying please god free me 

I’m saying please god let him die 
I’m saying please god it’s his life or mine 
I’m saying please god I don’t got the time 
Bullets going off he saying please god I got to hide 

Bullets going off boy got hit in his thigh 
And 2 to his back 1 to his mind 
Shots back and forth bullets collide 
Homie laying dead he reside 

You know I tried my hardest to decide 
That his crew got a divide 
He has all this pride but he died 
He tried his hardest to fight 

I tried my hardest to my might 
Shot in his face it got diced 
Despite everything we did tonight 
I still wake up in the morning with delight 

Yes I’m out yes I’ve been freed
A lot of people know me but they still flee
When they see me walking down the street 
They get to running they retreat 

Drop 1 drop 2 off the list feeling more freed 
5 more to go and I’m not slowing in speed 
More to add going on a 15 kill streak 

2 am told homie to spin the Benz 
We don’t give a fuck about his kin 
2 am Cut him up leave him in multiple trash bins 
He slide I slide we won’t stop till it ends 

2 am Not my homie not my friend 
Glock wit a mag nah glock wit a extend 
2 am I don’t care I don’t wanna make amends 
The more I ascend the more he wants revenge

What is you set boy up what is you claiming 
Pull up on his block got that glock be banging 
He talk shit but my glock be flaming 
Same old shit but I stay fucking slaying 

Watch who you with watch who yo hanging 
Shot in his face now he need maintenance
He need surgery need a face lift
Ran up stole everything and his bracelet 

I’m on my two face shit 
Rolling up wit my crew in the space ship 
So high that my flight got delayed shit 
Yk I’m trappin got that prepaid shit 

Everyone in my clique shooters that say the 5th 
50 rounds on my hip button that spray don’t miss 
He wit his homies every single one got lit
Got shooter that are bloods got shooters that are crips 

Follow the way of ebk but I stay rolling as lucid 
Every body killer we walk up he got that movement 
Smoking so much every night I blew it 
Stay wit my rag everyday i flew it 

Puff puff pass off that cool whip 
Woc in the cup mixed up wit fluid 
Homie so thirsty he over there droolin 
Car spins twice got my glock and I’m movin 

Head hot gotta start coolin 
Got my glock I start shootin 
Here sirens and they zoomin 

2 am told homie to spin the Benz 
We don’t give a fuck about his kin 
2 am Cut him up leave him in multiple trash bins 
He slide I slide we won’t stop till it ends 

2 am Not my homie not my friend 
Glock wit a mag nah glock wit a extend 
2 am I don’t care I don’t wanna make amends 
The more I ascend

Go Crazy Type Beat

DrJan3 - Allegedly
Prod. Answerinc

LYRICS

Grab the woc mixed up wit faygo 
I guess Real lean if you say so 
He talked shit so now he got a halo 
Picked up the bag it’s a pay load 

Bullets going off you better get low
Big ass Chop so It got a flame throw 
Traces going off and its a light show 
It’s night now In the cold wit white snow 

I Stay standing ten toes 
I Throw up 4s it’s how I roll
LB my set you should know 
Stay wit that chop nah he ain’t my bro 

I guess she is my hoe 
Got her sucking my dick fo sho 
Stay up I follow the code 
Stay up now I’m in the mode 

Nah Don’t switch up for a hoe 
Even late nights in the cold 

Catch a body like nightmare on elm street 
Bullets get to bouncing like they on a trampoline 
Trick or treat I guess it’s Halloween 
Keep a distance cuz I’m following 

The person right in front of me 
Track back to they crib like it’s scream 
Didn’t know I was right behind wit a nin 
I know I’m toxic but I’m not mean 

Fuck wit me and you’ll have no teeth 
Nothing I ain’t seen before the screen 
No I don’t need no fucking team 
When it’s just me glock wit a beam 

Make a mess then I clean 
Right before I see the police 
Wanted in connection to a murder scene 
Little did they know it was (me(whisper)
allegedly
pull up with a choppa and it sting like a bee
Choppa on my side as well , my queen 

gettin death orders all the time
30 shots from the mag now i earn my fine
30 rounds in his back yea i got mob ties
30 racks on the fit so you know im fly

bullets be flyin like a butterfly
take a drag off this gas now im gettin too high
started with a scat pack then i sold that pine
now im in a hellcat hear the 6.2 whine

Speeding fast make my bitch cry 
Hit that gas now I loose track of my mind 
Hide and seek wit my thoughts now I’m cryin 
Light up the jay now I’m on demon time 

Track him down cuz he talked shit 
Little did he know glock wit a 30 clip 
Wit a shell catcher and a switch 
30 rounds out quick then I dip 

Speeding off then my mind flip 
Spin his block make him flop like a fish 
1 to 30 don’t matter cuz it’s a hit 
1 to his face one to his dick 

The rest right in between from his head to his toes 
Try not to hit his toes cuz that’s where the tag goes 
Listen up listen how I switch the flows 
Rapping hard you hear the crows 

Hear the birds chirp but not the crickets 
Don’t need to work out when I got the quickness 
Pull out the glock here better flick this 
You talk shit but you bitch less 

Let’s hear how you feel about this 
Hold on I don’t care so zip yo lips 
Hold on tight you gon spilt 
Bullets fly hit you they rip 

Rip now in a casket

Allegedly

DrJan3 - FINAL DRAFT

Prod. ILL KAY

Lyrics 

Yea I got motion 
Yea I got mo shit 
Yea I be floating 
Yea I stay tokin 

Yea I got motion 
Yea I got mo shit 
Yea I be floating 
Yea I stay tokin 



Yea I got motion 
Yea I be floating 
Yea I stay tokin 
Yea I stay flowing 

Everyday every night I’m on my shit 
What you say wanna fight stupid lil bitch 
No fade no light now you call it quits 
You hate no delight don’t try and dip 


He said “Shots for the boy still -”
J dog all I hear is fables 
You sneak dissin under the table 
I drop names even when it’s playable 

How you go from rappin like a g 
To singing bout a bitch crying to sleep
Yea ik you got a strap and you draw too clean 
I hear you ain’t shooting but it still got a beam 

Now Ima move on to the next scene 
Cuz this ain’t a diss bout one but the amount of a team 
And this part directed to my boy Dee 
Oh wait my bad I’m sorry 

I know you might be a girl now cuz of kinyans sloppy 
Or maybe even Shockley’s 
all three of you are bitches always on to knees 
Cuz all you three do is beg and plead 


Yea I got motion 
Yea I be floating 
Yea I stay tokin 
Yea I stay flowing 

Everyday every night I’m on my shit 
What you say wanna fight stupid lil bitch 
No fade no light now you call it quits 
You hate no delight don’t try and dip 


I ain’t worried bout no money 
You be talking you be talking real funny 
But hey kinyan let me say something 
When I wanted money I went and I made it 

Every time I flipped a pak you said lame shit 
You didn’t want money you just wanted to be lame, shit 
Well now I see I see you just so basic 
Thinking you hard and a gangsta 

But when I’d square up you’d turn to a praiser 
Begging and pleading for me not to fade ya 
You complained every time I’d have a bitch laid up 
I don’t know if you was just jealous or you gay 

out of every one you should know I don’t play 
Hop out on your block wit a chop let it spray 
Get high get waste so they have some to hate 
So much green to the face stacked so high you can only chase 

Kinyan you a bitch wit everyone in yo clique 
Dee had to hit that FaceTime just to talk some shit 
Shockley seen me in his whip I watched him flip a bitch
Y’all claim y’all hard well you know where I live 

But non y’all pull up cuz I guess you want to live 
J dog The only person who got my respect in this shit
And that’s cuz I know he got real beef from when we were kids 
Even tho it was over some honest bullshit

FINAL DRAFT

Prod. Cmm 
Audio engineer - jaydot
Artist. jaydot

Lyrics:

Big chop stick it be choppin 
Another broom stick hollows in 
End of time watch as it ends
I live future present and then 
Get on my level on right thick skin 
Rag on right know what color when i dip in 
Fuck ma i know i did to many sins 
Im sorry papa ill see you again 
No drinking no swerving no benz 
No molly no friends its how the world spins 
How my world ends to many drugs i used to blend 
In my cup it was lean wit some gin 
In out the ruts in out bins

Ran up on his porch kicked his door in 
No i dont dress up no i don’t pretend 
My rag on the right i make lives give 
Red dot on my beam watch as i did 

Stop go rinse repeat make it out 
Back on top on top wit my bitch make her shout 
Hop up on the track one time i promise now 
Strap on my waist you witnessed how 

No face no case 
except my clown Mask be known by jakes 
Blast him down hop in the vip wit haste 
Left the boys brain as paste cold case 
Hold pace his ma froze in place 
Watching her son meet grace 
Based what i mean is praised 
Oh my bad hes in a grave 
Man they shoulda cremate
Dig his ass up mutilate his face

Dig his ass up mutilate his face

Dig his ass up mutilate his face

blood soaked

JayDot- R.I.P Stroganoff Freestyle 
Prod. - sensei 

 Silent drop will later be in a collection

R.I.P Stroganoff Freestyle

Artist - jaydot 
Audio engineered by Jaydot & Mauvv

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Doing laps in a truck 
Relapsed in my truck 
Same night i flipped it fuck 
Broken hands so you better duck 

[Hook]
Im sadistic as fuck 
I laugh while you stuck throwing up 
Your own fucking guts 
Lmao so whats up 

We gonna throw hands or what 
Im sick of you playing games ill hunt 
Lurk for you ill stunt 5 bands in the trunk 
Come try to take if you want 

But remember 

Im sadistic as fuck 
I laugh while you stuck throwing up 
Your own fucking guts 
Lmao so whats up 

We gonna throw shots or what 
Smashed up your van same fit i stunt 
Rolling granny up smoking her in a blunt 
Let me make this blunt 
 
[Verse]
Fuck jayden waddel and the fat kid on basin 
Nah fam i aint clout chasing 
Let me say some more youll get his name have patience 

Done wit them claiming shi i aint see no banging shi
I was posted up wit my strap hanging
Day in day out after i destroyed they whips i stay flaming 
Come on casey you go say something 

they have to know you told me what they saying 
Run my fade come on now stop playing
Yall watch my shit you know what im saying 
North west piru and lucid what im banging 
Got that shi tattooed but you ties are hidin 
Shi atleast ik i aint out dick riding 
Got my wife and i stay wildin 
She on my side tighter then my own brother ty 
Shi might go slide for fun light up get high 

Make em meet zane in the next life 

[Outro/Hook]
Im sadistic as fuck 
I laugh while you stuck throwing up 
Your own fucking guts 
Lmao so whats up 

We gonna throw shots or what 
Smashed up your van same fit i stunt 
Rolling granny up smoking her in a blunt 
Let me make this blunt 

Im sadistic as fuck 
I laugh while you stuck throwing up 
Your own fucking guts 
Lmao so whats up 

We gonna throw hands or what 
Im sick of you playing games ill hunt 
Lurk for you ill stunt 5 bands in the trunk 
Come try to take if you want

JayDot - Whats Up

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