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Buy Back the Block (Refinance) [Feat. Nipsey Hussle, Slim Thug, Fat Joe & E-40] – Rick Ross

Lirik lagu: Buy Back the Block (Refinance) [Feat. Nipsey Hussle, Slim Thug, Fat Joe & E-40]

Hey its your girl Super Cindy reporting live from the corner of 183rd Street and 27th Avenue at Checkers, in Miami Gardens. We got Gucci Mane, 2 Chainz, and Rick Ross. And we’re here for the buy back the block movement. Where we raise up the community and support and love us

[Rick Ross:]
We own the hood
And we live by it, die by it then ya heard me

[2 Chainz:]
I got crib in Florida, and I don’t even stay there
Been by my mama old crib, my baby mama at daycare
I gotta ball for Peter, all of my boys illegal
I used to sell the reefer, now I just sell Adidas
Been had the Rollie, been ate baloney
These clones at the Cali crib, round the corner from Kobe
Property, property, property, nigga I’m tryna invest
Talking monopoly, I’m tryna encourage a nigga to run up a check
Nigga no treadmill, you niggas just stand still
Heard you were talking trash, threw that shit in the landfill
I’m bout the money, lil nigga
Ben Franklin my uncle, lil nigga
I used to trap right in front of you niggas
Selling dope just like dunking on niggas
This is a windmill, I smell like 10 mil
Put all my chains on, I cause a wind chill
I hit up Renzel, went over details
Got some young niggas that’ll stand on your windshield

[Rick Ross:]
It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
I’m bout to buy back the hood, buy back the hood

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[Gucci Mane:]
I sold 10 bricks a day but now I need 10 Chick-Fil-A’s
Just bought 2 studios cause I got so much shit to say
I made 10 million dollars man and I was on house arrest
She says her jaws hurt, she need to give her mouth a rest
These niggas falling off, only the strong survive
These suckers reaching out, but ain’t no need to try
T-Tell ’em something slick, slick enough to slip and slide
And I know how to pitch, so I’m a get your bitch to drive
All the OGs I looked up to, man they broke as shit
These lil niggas look up to me because I’m super rich
I’m going live, I-I’m still alive
God thank you for my punishment, it made me wise

[Rick Ross:]
It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
I’m bout to buy back the hood, buy back the hood

[Rick Ross:]
It’s time to clean up the ghetto, a dope boy wanna shine
Time to buy back the block, talking one brick at a time
I sold a few records, I bought me a Checkers
Wingstop well invested so Taco Bell left for breakfast
I seen a few M’s, it’s time to touch me that 100
So let’s put up this money and let’s go half on the Sonics
Yes I feed lemon pepper, angel wings with the feathers
If you feel like I feel, I pray you live rich forever
Okay, let’s buy back the block, I might buy me a Wendy’s
Just to pull up on skinnies every Tuesday and Wednesdays
I might buy me 10 Denny’s, I might buy Family Dollar
Cut it to 50 cent, I got a job for your father
I’m tryna help with the rent, I came up from the street
My lil son, he a prince, it’s time that we represent

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It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
It’s time to buy back the hood, buy back the hood
I’m bout to buy back the hood, buy back the hood

It’s all about your last name meaning something, you heard me? Start with you a duplex, work up to a Hyatt’s, maybe a small plaza, I’m looking for a mall. Anybody selling a mall holler at me, you heard me? Maybe get my mama a gas station, she like BP. Texaco holler at me, you heard me? It’s the boss

I’m bout to buy back the block, buy back the block
It’s time to buy back the block, buy back the block
I’m bout to buy back the city, buy back the city
Buy back the city, buy back the city

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The Devil Is a Lie (Feat. Jay-Z) – Rick Ross

Lirik lagu: The Devil Is a Lie (Feat. Jay-Z)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Masterminds! We gon’ get this forever
You know whenever we link up, my nigga
They think this shit comes from outer space or something
Nigga, let’s get this money nigga
Masterminds: ROC, MMG! Jay, I got it, I got it

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Four stacks for the heels on my bitch feet
Car seats still smelling like 10 ki’s
Tell a plug that I’m lookin’ for increase
Wingstop, fat boy need a 10 piece
Say a nigga name and the car start
Nigga switching lane to lane like WalMart
Sippin Bordeaux out in Bordeaux
Hazard lights flashing on the four-door
Switch the Benzo for the Enzo
Back to the Benzo when the ends low
Switch my old bitch for my new bitch
Cause my new bitch something like a nympho
Fuck the game raw when I came in it
Getting money ever since I came in it
You couldn’t stop me if you tried
Motherfucker cause the devil is a lie

[Hook: Rick Ross]
Big guns and big whips
Rich nigga talkin’ big shit
Double cup, gold wrist
Double up on that blow, bitch
Two mil on that I-95
Bow your head cuz it’s time to pay tithes
Opposition want me dead or alive
Motherfucker but the devil is a lie
The devil is a lie, bitch I’m the truth
The devil is a lie, bitch I’m the proof
The devil is a lie, the devil is a lie
Bitch I’m alive, the devil is a lie

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Two kings on the big screen
Niggas seen a 36 at 16
100k for the 16
Nigga’s stick dirty but his dick clean
My money goin’ on the deep end
Talkin’ half a milli for the weekend
Contract like a nigga play defense
Curtains in the Maybach bitch peek in
Now the bitches wanna car hop
6 cribs for the cars in the car lot
Dope boys on the goal nigga
Went gold 6 times for a goal nigga
Black bottle and a bad bitch
Club all money where the cash is
Dubai I can do it like a sheikh
Top floor nigga Burj Khalifa

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[Hook: Rick Ross]

[Verse 3:]
Is it truth or it’s fiction, is it truth or it’s fiction
Is Hova atheist? I never fuck with True Religion
Am I down with the devil cuz my roof come up missin’
Is that Lucifer juice in that two cup he sippin’
That’s D’usse baby welcome to the dark side
Coulda got black list for the crack shit
White jesus in my crock pot
I mix the shit with some soda
Now black jesus turn water to wine
And all I had to do was turn the stove up
East Coast, winnin’ at life, nigga, cheat code
The hatin’ is flagrant, hit your free throws
The devil try to hit me with the RICO, them black people
Devil want these niggas hate they own kind
Gotta be illuminati if a nigga shine
Oh we can’t be a nigga if a nigga rich?
Oh we gotta be the devil that’s some nigga shit
You seen what I did to the stop and frisk
Brooklyn on the Barney’s like we own the bitch
Give the money to the hood, now we all win
Got that Barney’s floor lookin like a VIM
Black hoodie, black skully
Bravado like Mavado, boy I’m that gully
Gettin white money but I’m still black
All these niggas claiming king but I’m still that
King Hova, Mansa Musa
Told my lot, the devil is a lie, I’m the truth ya

[Hook: Rick Ross]

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Hold on We’re Going Home (Remix) – Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Shorty I got more money than I ever had
But you’re the only thing I need right now
You make it all so simple
You my new thing

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I fuck her like an addict
She fuck me like she mad at me
But it’s all cool though
I flew out the niche just last week
When I’m away she send me pics in the sheets
[?] all my cars, and my sneaks
Wait, let me keep this shit simple
Fuck the radio, this just a nigga tempo
Fat boy, blue jeans, and a gold watch
Started at the bottom now she rolled on top
Black Testarossa, 0-60 on the strip, she’s explosive
Just got back from Dubai
Emirates live, flew in with 1.5
Never fold is the threshold
Like my mother sayin’, now never let go
Hood nigga with an escroe
Bad bitch, but she special
Went home, and I prayed for an angel
Appeared in the dark, here to take away the pain too
War wounds on the big dawg
But she get the ball like it’s tip off
Watch D-Wade, got two seats
Got her everything but the new Beats
Cardier wings, nigga, two seats
Nigga gettin’ money like a new Meech
We the Knights of the Templar
Dirty little nigga with ten cars
This whole click another Enron
Baby girl it’s time for you to get gone
There’s a shoulder just to lean on
Rozay baby, and the team strong

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Hustlin’ – Rick Ross

[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’
Hustle, hustlin’ hustlin’

Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-ev-everyday I’m, everyday I’m, everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’ hustlin’ hustlin’ hust-hustlin’

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck you think you fuckin’ with, I’m the fuckin’ boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that’s fuckin’ Ross
I cut ’em wide, I cut ’em long, I cut ’em fat (What)
I keep ’em comin’ back (What), we keep ’em comin’ back
I’m in the distribution, I’m like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin’ ‘cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain’t petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I’m on the pedal, show you what I’m runnin’ like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin’ a hundred lives

[Hook]
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Ev-everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m hustlin’
Everyday I’m, everyday I’m

[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain’t bout no funny shit still bitches and business
I’m on my money shit still whippin’ them Benz
Major league who catchin’ because I’m pitchin’
Jose Canseco just snitchin’ because he’s finish
I feed ’em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin’ over Pacific to be specific
Triple C’s you know it’s back we holdin’ sacks
So nigga go on rat, run and tell ’em that
Mo’ cars, mo’ hoes, mo’ clothes, mo blows

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[Hook]

[Verse 3]
It’s time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin’ wheels
I ain’t drove in a week them bitches spinnin’ still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin’ bout me, it ain’t no talk about me
It ain’t no walkin’ ’round me, see all these killers ’round me
Lot of drug dealin’ ’round me goin’ down in Dade County
Don’t tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil’ mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I’m convertible Burt
I got distribution so I’m convertin’ the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin’ YAYO, my Chevy bangin’ Yayo

[Hook]

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