G-Unit - Gunit Anthem

G-Unit - Cocaine Dreams

50 Cent - C.R.E.A.M. - War Angel LP

Lloyd Banks - Death Wish [The Lox and Fat Joe Diss]

Follow Me Gangsta by 50 Cent

cheffblick:

this shit feel like a memory, yeah my thoughts been vast,
boutta put another hit out for the ones that didn’t ask,
this shit troublesome, cripplesome, pessimistic at last,
i feed off doubt and persevere until my watch doesn’t crack,
crack,

yeah, 
yeah,

this shit feel like a memory, when i was trying to get past,
get up off of my ass,
get across and get back,
set the bar, get it far, then call up my bros to get smacked,
yeah up off of that grass,
off that loud and that stank,
had to ball to cut class,
felt like the star of the draft,
when i thought that spending money made you funny, made my vision kinda blurry, in the kitchen had to stir it, saw my future had to burn it, cause i realised i was kinda in a hurry,
since 18 went by so quick,
and them trees don’t call for biz,
had to leave that, couldn’t be that,
saw my revenue, had to increase that,
AMG had to lease that,
AF1s couldn’t crease that, 
then i looked in the mirror one day and i realised i couldn’t have pieced that,
it was God’s work,
couldn’t cross words,
everything that was around burst,
turnt my vision to a owl’s first,
then i rolled my sleeves and made the fouls hurt,
cause when shit hit the fan, that’s the first thing you gon ask, how i made it how i played it, how i got by and faded away from the competition, 
they thought it was demolition,
made a deposition, cancelled lysis i made it lition, 
now i’m glowing like a star with these bars,
making sure i pen out whatever making it large,



Dang:

Every step gon deliver
N every move leaves a mark
It shines through the dark
N yet I couldn’t tell them apart
It’s hard to depart
From these places where they close to the heart
See you would know 
when you spit this flow
You’ve seen it from the start 

Yknow I figured there was Something bout that shitty town 
Right where we was out 
Where We was
Puffing the magic 
And then
Freestyle for habit 
Ran em 
8 miles like rabbits
I could never see myself and all my 
people in static 
Only imagine 
How we Gonn end up lavish 
And Vacay to Paris
Rollies with the pateks 
You know 

Them nights be painting the scene
Felt like them nights was a dream 
Chasin the highs no betweens
Everything works out as it seams 
We hit the clubs till it’s six
With all the hype in this bitch 
Said after this we gonn dip
We gotta light up one shiiii

G-Unit - Cocaine Dreams

Mike Kaewsamrit