1.Smile 4 Me
is it a blessin' to live or a blessin' to die？
Let me finish off this hell with no questions why
I should be happy i'm on and i'm dressed in fly but is the game
changing me for
The extra pie？
If you could just look into the life i live
360 catching up on all the trife i did
Got my peoples up north trynna slice the bids
While i'm in love with a nigga with a wife and kid
Maybe if my pops aint abondend me
I wouldn't let so many niggas take advantage of me
Using me
Some even put their hands on me
I wonder what the most high god planned for me
My life line gettin' shorter when i look at my palms
Will i be notin' like my biological moms
She aint raised me so naturally i never felt the bond
At 16 got my ged never saw a prom
Chorus： i've been weak and i've been strong
Been through the fire ive'been through the storms
I try to do right and i know i do wrong
Just be happy for me when my life is gone
No more hurt and no more tears
The'll be no more pain and no more fears
No more people in my face that's
Not sincere so
Smile for me when i'm no longer here
At a younge age i let the world turn me out
Pellets and purple haze been burnt me out
A hardknock life was i learned about
Trynna ease the only thing i be concerned about
Tellin' my youth everything happen for a reason
Let them know it aint daddy's fault the moneys be leavin'
If it wasn't for the streets he'd still be breathin;
Trynna raise him by myself but i know he need him
Me and my seed used to live for mostly welfare
Only two checks a month for us both to share
I remember makin' sure that the cost was clear so i could boost
us
Some mother fuckin' clothes to wear
Had to hustle cuz those food stamps just wasn't enough
Up state back to ？ gotta throw me up
All this fast cash only turned the heat up
Can't afford to get knocked but who gonna feed us？
Chorus
Can't shake these thoughts of suicide
Anyone i ever loved though was close to die
Ones i trusted or though was being true, lied
A life time of tears but just a few i cried
Try to take my past and stick it up on the shelf
Will my actions stay from all the pain i felt
Just trynna make the best out the hand i delt
If i fall who can i turn to for help
Is my man with me and not my wealth
Will he be there through good and bad sickness and health
Does he want the real me or somebody else？
I've been ？ just so i don't hurt myself
Now that i'm on
Most can't stand me now
But they was happy when i rocked all them hand me downs
When i need 'em funny how they can't be found
That's why the most high's my only family now
Chorus
2.I Got That
Featuring beyonce
Uh, uh-huh
Amil-lion, yeah roc-a-fella
(oh, oh yeah)
What？ huh, uh-huh
(oh)
Yea-yeah, yeah, i got that
Uh-huh, yo, yo
I make cats pay like lay-way
Own like they stole
Deal with late pay and i got that from hawk
Plus i got my own bread
You ain't gotta wave them over my head
I got that
(i got that)
And you can't leave me stranded
Cause i got a ride back
And besides that
What chick you know cock glocks back？
Eight in the back, they rockin' hot jacks
In high heels, mini skirts and thighs fat
My styles like the international
Pancake house or whatever avenue
I got that, uh i got that
Think i need you cause the rent is due
You can be outta here baby
Cause i got it
I got it, i got it
Cause cash, coupes, credit cards
All the exotic things baby
I got it
I got it, i got it
Ever since cats found out i ran with the roc
They wanna take a closer look, wanna examine the box
Magazine want cameras to pop
They catch me in the nude like a samantha fox
Listen dude but i got dollars and cents
You don't gotta promise me to pay my rent
I got that
(i got that)
Catch me a drop black playing speedy gonzalez
Toes never unpolished
The way i be dressing dudes wanna toss the salad
The way i be dressing got broads acting childish
But i pay my own bills
Amil-lion always has and always will
Y'all got that？
Repeat 1
I got that
The house that you live in
I got that
The bed that you sleep in
I got that
The benz that you're driving
I got that, i got that
I got that
The ice that you're wearing
I got that
So why you complaining
I got that
Who you gaming？
I got that, i got that
I got that
Yo my life's still on
Gas bill caught up
Indian amil, call me chief running water
Cable still in order
Phone still dials out
Money still long but my patience got shorter
You can leave baby give me everything i bought you
Like you leaving me was some type of torture
I don't need no man to
Do for amil what amil can do
You got that？
Repeat 1 (2x)
That's right baby
Amil-lion, uh
I got this what？
3.Get Down
Oh shhhh
Yo jon-john this track is crazy
You know how i do
Browntown, roc-a-fella
Where my ballers at？ where my thugs at？
Where my fellows at？
Where my coins at？ where my bitches at？
Where my ladies at？
Where my ballers at？ where my thugs at？
Where my fellows at？
Where my coins at？ where my bitches at？
Where my ladies at？
Let me know what tha deal, keep it real
If you wanna build
Ain't nothing wrong with a roughneck
Rockin' dirty timbs, baggy jeans, and a nice chest
What you do on the low？
You bling-bling
You's a thug for sure, i want ice cold ice, hit me off
Wanna break me off, you gotta break me off
Break me off
Chorus：
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know i don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down
However you wanna get down
I can get down, baby, like you get down
You know i don't play around
If you got diamonds, maybe we can get down, get down
Can i live？ let me live, you want me
Then you gotta give
I'm a bad girl, such a bad girl
Not a hot girl, but a rock girl
Drive a drop girl
Hair is done, body's right
You wanna touch cause i'm just that tight
We can roll, we can stroll but i gotta let you know
I ain't giving out without doe
Chorus：
So if you wanna get with me
Then diamonds is what i need
You are what i need
And if you want to make me happy
Then give me some of your cream
Give it to me baby, give it to me, give it to me
Rap：
Uh huh, yeah
Amilliyon, major coins
Uh
It be the brokest niggas always talking shit
I don't even notice niggas who can't offer shit
What that look like, a broke nigga flossin this
Major coin, meaning high costing bitch
Only a baller in fact can keep me in the minks
To the small of my back, i'm just keeping it real
Letting y'all know from the gate, no papes, no scrapes
You ain't hungry for it, no plates
Mother fucker you'll get clowned first
Treat you like a corner scrub slinging an ounce of dirt
Think about it, what sound worse？
Telling my coins you broke, or you drowned the purse？
See only official bitches wifey of a rich nigga
A smart bitch, fuck with no trick niggas
Them grimy bitches fuck with stick niggas
And a dumb bitch just fuck you for your dick nigga
Chorus
4.Ya'll Dead Wrong
5.Heard It All
Nigga you ain't told me nothing i ain't heard and
Action speaks louder than words and
Said you would treat me right
They said you be sweating every freak in sight
Yeah i know, one day you gon marry me
Yeah i know, you want to have your seed
Yeah i know, don't worry, 'cause there is no other
Yeah i know, and you can't stand your baby mother, right
Oh, you never felt this way before, huh
Wanna keep me in the gucci stores, huh
What happened to them minks and the diamond rings
Lying ass nigga, you ain't buyin me things
Nigga don't tell me i'm your flyest bitch
If i can't get the keys just to drive the whip
If i ain't the one you take on the private trips
If you got it like you say you do then provide them chips nigga
Chorus
We'll always be togetha
No one can fuck you betta
Yeah nigga i heard this all before
Yeah nigga i heard this all before
Yeah nigga you drive me crazy
I wanna have your baby
Yeah bitch, i heard this all before
Yeah bitch, i heard this all before
I thought you ain't like rap
You was deceiving me
All you do all day is watch bet
Actin like you ain't recognize when you met me in the ride
Mispronouncing my name, squinting your eyes
You shouldn't play games wit pimp like i
Now that i gained you, i'm supposed to sympathise
Yeah i know, you hait parties and you never go out
Yeah i know, you a nun and you stay in your house
Yeah i know, well can you please do me this favor
How you been with three rappers and six ball players, tell me
that
Shit, we both gamin eachother
Lying through our teeth, both blaming eachother
I tried to front on you i take you to my rest
You tried to front on me actin like you ain't impressed
I'm tryin to see if the coochie's propa
You trying to score your self a gucci parka
And that new shit from prada
You tryin to get a rich baby father
I'm tryin to forget you by tomorra
This ain't rocket science
Ain't no rock buyin, just a hard rock lyin
And stop frontin like your shit is real
You get your game from oprah and lauryen hill
And if you are a nice girl, and i read you wrong
Look, i'm sorry if i lead you on, ok
Nah nigga, you ain't got to apologize
I knew that bitch want your cousin on your father's side
I mean damn, you don't even let me answer your cell
I mean damn, why i still got to ring the bell？
I find girl phone numbers and you say they your mans
When i call you don't even know who i am
So you can go ahead wit all that game you throw me
Don't tell me, motherfucka show me
Chorus x2
6.Quarrels
Featuring carl thomas
Yo, ever since i known you, you been out to get me
Acting like my peeps, but i know that's how you tricked me
Love to see me get high, love to see my tipsy
Heard you even wanna stick a little chip in me
You been trying to play me close ever since my shine
Wanna take me to dinner, feed me shrimp and swine
You said, 'amil i want you to meet a good friend of mine
His name is money and we partners till the end of time'
Introduced me to your clique, hate, envy, lust and greed
Said you want the whole world in ya custody
And if i give you my soul you'll give me luxuries
Said you could hit me up wit power, it's just up to me
I turn you on when i'm in short skirts and tight jeans
You want my kids to write santa and celebrate halloween
Told me sell my people crack and get rich off fens
You love the number 6 but hate the number 13
We'll have some quarrels
Some disappointments
And a whole lot of problems
And you will except me
You wanna, be the one to pick me up when i fall
Told me hang casear bojease on my living room wall
It was always something bout you that made my skin crawl
You turned me into a player and showed me how to ball
You give me rewards when i rob and steal
Want me to abort my babies and get on the pill
You put burners in the hood so each other we kill
I see your eye watching me on the dollar bills
When i got the scoop on you, it just made you mad
Cause i moved out your crib, packed all my bags
Them days i turned to you was the days you laughed
You used to smile every time i pledge allegiance to the flag
We speak now and then but we ain't smacking hands
You be up in the clubs asking me for a dance
Still trying to convince me to go cheat on my man
Begging me to please give you just one more chance
Chorus：
When we was kids you was the one who taught me how to lie
Said i could always use you as my alibi
And you kept me from knowledge, wisdom, and the most high
Had me believe god had blonde hair and blue eyes
Our relationship went sour since i found the truth
You know you can't have me so you fuck with my youth
You got all my phones tapped, i gotta talk at booths
I learned an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
You built sodom and gomorra for us all to live in
When we was cool you used to tell me all your visions
Like how you gonna rule the nations under one religion
You got this new world order, it's like a big prison
You said you wanna be worshipped from noon to noon
Nothings gonna get better is what we all assumed
Cause nights is getting shorter and it's snowing in june
I see you working overtime cause you out of here soon
Chorus：2xs
7.Girlfriend
Uh, yeah
It's like....i don't know what to do
I mean, what should i do？
Uh, yeah, yeah yeah
See i've got lil secret
But i don't think i could keep it
Now when you first stepped to me
Didn't think you wanted to do me
Started taking me to dinner and the movies
Had me open off the minks and jewelry
Buying me things that you know i wanted
Begging me for loving and you know i fronted
Now we doing more then getting blunted
And we both know we shouldn't of done it
Because wifey at home and that's a no, no
How we gonna keep this on the low, low？
Try to let got but the tricking won't stop
Feels so good baby please don't stop
I'm not trying to disrespect her
But everybody know what's up except her
Chorus：
See i'm gone tell your girlfriend
That you been doing more than flirting
Where you at when you say you working
Yeah i'm gone tell your girlfriend
I know i'm not the only one claming you
Your girl did a good job training you
She could feed the kids and wash the clothes
She could cook dinner and mop the floors
Just keep giving me a lot of doe
And give me some loving before you gotta go
Once you get home your girl be beefin'
Wondering where you was this weekend
Her cousin told her that she seen us creepin'
I guess by now she know you cheatin'
She must of found my number cause she calling me
Couldn't talk cause her man was all in me
Told her call me back at a quarter to three
Now that's the way real players ought to be
Shall i tell her bout the s he ordered me
So hy you fuckin' with him？
Cause he can afford me
Chorus：
It was the money that made me get with you
But right now i'm trying to get rid of you
Cause you always at my house like i live with you
Wanna lock me down like i got kids with you
See i knew from the gate that you was taken
If i told you that i loved you, i was only faken
Shit it ain't like that i wanna keep you
But i'll beep you when i need you
Now who getting played better you than me
Cause i know you could never be true to me
If you did it to her you could do it to me
Start slippin' and you might be losing me
Fuck getting hair done and a manicure
That's for beginner bitches and amateurs
I want a house on the beach, couple whips and more
Motherfucker mow you know what major coins stand for
Chorus： 2xs
8.All Money Is Legal(Amil.)
9.That's Right
This how i creep on ya asses
See how the beat is building i creep on your asses
(just blaze)
Let me show y'all what the fuck i mean
Uh uh jigga man ya heard
Amillion ya heard
Rocafella ya heard
The dynasty lets go
All my ladies (that's right)
You pop cris (that's right)
You a hot bitch (that's right)
Make that nigga trick (that's right)
Get that dough ma (that's right)
Let em know ma (that's right)
Soon as you learn how da drive make em put you in a five mommie'
Yo you got dough (that's right)
Let it show (that's right)
If the moneys slow (that's right)
You know the rest yo (buck buck buck)
For my thug niggas (right)
Bust a slug niggas (right)
Fuck that get money show love niggas
Jigga man got grammys so grams cops cannot stand me
Ladies want me to put cock in they hot panties
Big man on campus six sadan
Over 100 million made niggas shipped and scanned
Niggas cannot stop, knocking that big pac,
Knocking that big pun, poppin my big gun quick
Run duck as soon as the gun bust
Forget where i'm from be coughin ya up
Robbin hood a the big truck
Pickin the bums up
I never know when i can be down my dumb luck
But the flow so tough i've been beatin the drums up
Been hot so long like i'm heatin the sun up
Wanna come up ones and i'm beggin niggas to run up
So i can take this heat and bang you ta next summa
Number 1 rapper dippin mo mos'
Don't make me come press ya wit this fo fo nigga
Hook 1 jay-z (amil)
Hook 2 amil (jay-z)
＊with minor changes＊
Amillion make allota tricks (hop skip)
The hottest whip (copped it)
Prada shit (rocked it)
Got the cris (pop it)
Can ma spit (locked it)
The roca clique (got us)
Like jane's cartoon's get props for props too
Give you something you can feel (huh)
Can't keep still (huh)
Tryin' ta see amil (huh)
Dollar dollar bills (huh)
Five inch heels (huh)
Bitches wanna grill (huh)
Me and my labelmates be makin these cats hate
Oh come come now
Wanna know where i'm from now
Her's a little run-down
Bk ta uptown
Pockets kinda plump now
Haters get the thumbs down
No need for all that i never keep small stacks
Alright y'all lights out
Floss with the ice out
Brag with the price out
Red i flights out
Overseas hideout
More inside out
My bitches time to slide out
Its ladies night out
Hook 1 jay-z (amil)
Hook 2 amil (jay-z)
＊with minor changes＊
Its roc-a-wear nigga i got clothes
Stop it i got hoes
Black asian malaysian spanish mulatoes
Look i got whips
4 dot 6
6 drop shits
Bentley cop pits
While ya'll pop shit
Any nigga that tell you money is the root of all evil ain't got
shit
You a lying bitch
You rather live poor
I rather die rich
Nough' said
Mami girl keep the doo rag
You know bag and shoes match
Get niggas for a few stacks
Quick to run through that
Broke niggas boo that
Bought my whole crew rap
The record i don't play around bitch i lay it down
Shit i only roll wit
Those who can go get
6 double o whips
Niggas that tips
Ice had ya hoes trip
Daddy let ya dough flip
Fuck with loose thugs
Go collect thm dubs
Hook 1 jay-z (amil)
Hook 2 amil (jay-z)
＊with minor changes＊
10.Anyday
11.Raw
I'm making it hard for these little rap chicks to come out
I'm coppin' whips you in the street with your thumb out
You wanna battle but when it's time to spit you dumb out
Singles i've touched been going platinum since the first one out
I put on seven niggas just to carry me on
Amilliyon say the hook let'em carry the song
I be the only bitch on the mic makin' it hot
With the smoke in the drop in the vacant lot
Since this bitch been in this game i been takin' spots
And if you hatin' me, shit you must be hatin' the roc
Take it there yeah, i break it down like this
Ain't a bitch live who can make it sound like this
Don't make amilliyon have to pull rank
Lyrics never on e, i keep a full tank
Any nigga that i fuck wit got my name in the bank
Yeah you heard me, he got at least my name in the bank
Chorus： 2xs
Everything i spit be raw
I be like 10lbs of coke and be quick to draw
And it's pure fuck miami, it be ecuador
For my peeps fuck a foot
I got they leg in the door
Yo, let's take it to the whips, bitch five or six
We could take it to the block flip dimes to bricks
Take it to the mic see who spit the livest shit
Who wanna take it to the streets to the nines and clips
I'm the bitch that won't skate when daddy empty the safe
Lie on the stand if jake hem'em up with a case
Far as this rap shit fuck fame or shine or rhyme
I don't care who joint drop the same time as min
Chicks redo albums once they heard my buzz
Mother fuckers know, i'm a track murderer
So you could, pop shit bitch run your mouth
I know niggas that'll get you right in front of your house
For free and that's just on the strength of me
If you could touch amil then you could mention me
You think jay wrote this, that's complimenting me
I'm the best till somebody prove me differently
Chorus：
You got beef, let's put it all on the table
You want the hottest clique on the street
You know the label
You want the hottest bitch ever known i' willing and able
Could y'all broads be story tale like a eastside fable
You want me to spit bitch make it payable
If you lucky if you'll be hearing back within a day or two
That's just comin from a chick who done paid her dues
Know i'm the hottest chick from kicks to the gator shoes
A yo, respect this shield of david piece on the necklace
Now who wanna take it to some next shit？
Hey yo i crush all bitches, eat up most niggas
Teach these rap broads, train gold diggas
You know i know niggas and you know i hld figures
We speak but that don't mean my niggas is yo niggas
We up in your spot strapped with the hoods on
I am major coins and any bitch i put on nigga
Chorus
12.No 1 Can Compare
13.4 Da Fam
Featuring beanie sigel, jay-z ＆ memphis bleek
Yeah yeah (uh uh)
Memph man, my nigga tah phife
This ones for the family (what's up？)
Understand me, yeah (uh-huh)
We gonna do it right
For all these bitch ass niggas talkin gangsta (r-o-c)
We dem killas, real, and in studio
Check it out, yo
Aiyo, this time it's for my family, we ride or die
It's in the blood til the death, now aim for the sky
My four blow fo show, fo doe, for only
It's money, drugs and hot slugs
You know bleek squeeze hammers til they nail me
Fuck wha niggas tell me
Street scholar, keep firin is wha they tell me
Drug chemist, thug nigga be named memphis
Straight from da borough of dem b.k. niggas
Where we rob for the fun of it, hustle for the drug of it
Rap money in rubba-bands, just for the love of it
Straight from my ghetto, we listen to heavy metal like
Desert eagles, street sweepers, loud metal
It's hit an run now, motherfuck anyone of you
We dem niggas be in ya crib just like fruniture
Pop up wit the gun in ya
Release one for zero-zero m (yeah)
Bleek-r-o-c (yeah yeah) dot com (yeah)
This philly cat back at it
Still throwin crack at it
Still fuckin wit them crack-atics
Still bust'em wit them black matics
It's ain't the bucks, it's the rush
You tryin to get my ass at it
They say i think ass backwards
Fuck how i act, as long as i stack, it's all math-matics
Our tracks nice, hug the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, mac attract dikes
I pull up, cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack back wit that ice
No joke wit the coke, i wips that right
No doubt, never droubt, gets that price (uh)
It gets that nice, when you live that live
Papi knows yours name and you ditched that wife nigga
It's gets stacked green nigga, it gets stacked chain nigga (uh
uh)
I get forty g's a feature now
Hold franklins like a aretha now
In the sl two seater now
And i'm in nuthin but diamonds
I'm the illest female that you heard thus far
Five-five with the thirty-four b-cup bra
I don't fuck wit dem cats who ain't up to par
I get niggas for cash, clothes, jeweleries, plus cars (uh)
I'm talkin rent money (uh), i'm talkin bank money (uh)
I'm talkin martha keats step of wit the rent money
Movin on up, two in the sauna
Still ride through the block, pull up on the corna, plus
Give me an inch so i can take a mile
I bring life like a new born naked child
Bitches tryin ta come up, gotta wait a while (uh-huh)
As of now, amil-lion (yeah) just played ya style
(you dealin wit), nigga
The, the roc, the the, the roc
(let me talk to ya'll niggas real quick)
The, the roc, uh uh, the roc
Yo, y'all niggas truly ain't ready for this 'dynasty' thing
Y'all thinkin 'blake carrington', i'm thinkin more like 'ming'
I got four nephews, and they all right in
They all young and wild, plus they all like things
And i'm havin a child, which is more frighting
But cha'll about to witness is big business kid
Big bosses, cocky, and big benzsesses
Come through flossin'em shiny rims it is
An office don't pop up in their sentences
I think you understand what type of event this is
I don't think you know i focus young memphis is
Or i see was so real, when you add on amil
This is much more than rap, it's black ontraponors
Clothing, movie, and films, we come to conquer it all
Roc-a-wear, eighty mill like, eighteen months
You could bullshit wit rap if you want, muthafuckers
When it's all said and done, we gon see what's what
Holla at hov, i'll be in the cut (what, huh)
The, the roc, the the, the roc
The, the roc, the uh, the roc (you rollin wit)
The roc, dynasty niggas (whoop)
Uh-huh, get'cha mind right, c'mon
Roc-a-fella records, 2000 nigga
Get'cha mind right, holla
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