Tag: Donnie Brasco

Lil Durk – Just Flow Lyrics

[Intro]
Ye ye
Pussy homosexual
Gang gang in this muffucka turning up in this one time
You know Moneybag on the beat
Muffuckin brooks you feel me

[Verse]
Pussy homosexual
Cookie ain’t original
Love my niggas x and o’s
Smokin’ gas, testin’ coke
Found the plug in Mexico
All my diamonds eskimo
Off the perk I text the most
Rob the nigga flex the most
Flex like international
Grab her ass and squeeze her thoat
Bitches like to fuck wit coke
Trenches I’m they only hope
Treat my like a fuckin goat
Shooter I cannot get poked
Pussy he don wan no smoke
Nut he a actually blow
Turn you to a casserole
Chiraq gotta ride with gats
Molly weed perks and x
Gotta keep yo niggas close
Never know who next to go
You broke what you slackin’ for?
Killas they get cracked the most
Bronem got my back the most
System hate them backs for sure
Shortys they be coo coo gang
They don ever ask to blow
Bitch watch jackin for
My lil bitch is sexual
Nope, I can’t save a hoe
Bro, whachu save her for?
Drug, I could take the whole
Traffic, I could take a pole
No, drugs take it no
They a take your soul
Bitch just play your role
Nobody know
Homie invasion
If nobody home
Gotta felony, if its body home
Got my guns wit me
Ain’t no body [?]
And I’m hard body
Even though my body hard
I don know what Nuski say to me it’s probably God
Lil bro he shootin’ lil bro he a asshole
Killin and a snitch ass him Donnie Brasco
How you hang with gangsters they don know you tattle
Lost [?] to cancer many I wish she battled
Caught that nigga lackin’ man I wish we got him
Glad we didn’t get him look up sight the camera
My bitch got grill, she from Alabama
Ans that bitch a savage she ain’t got no manners
She dropped outta school just to fuck a scammer
Told her he got get a [?] and get her off the cameras
Bitch love drugs, I just gave her xannies
She don’t swallow nut, call that lil bitch petty
I just need my cheese I just need my fetty
[?] I might get some becky
All black Glock, just to match the Dickies
And I bought my bitch a watch just to match Meek and Nicki
Had to jump up at the gang shit was gettin’ tricky
If it feel like I can’t trust you then its up and blickin’
And I’m vegetarian, fuck some chicken
And you ain’t your scariest, you duckin’ niggas

[Outro]
Ion fuck wit niggas
Especially them sucker niggas
You know what I’m sayin’
Speakin’ facts man man 1000
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Run The Jewels – Oh Mama (Starring Rick & Morty)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P]
Gun in the holster be
Right in the upholstery
Somewhere right close to me
Just in case the rollers be
Rolling on the G
My woman keep it in the hosiery
I’m known in my town
In those strips where high-rollers be
I’m up early, where the money folders sippin’ Folgers be
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
Fuck with us
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though
Cause there ain’t no hoe in me

[Verse 2: El-P & Killer Mike]
"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak
I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries
I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries
Better run from the future palooka (haul off)
You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off)
There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost)
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft)

[Hook: El-P]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break"
She said, "Don’t curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn)

[Verse 4: El-P]
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen them tricks you venerate
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate

[Hook: El-P & Killer Mike]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
They want us dying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
But I ain’t crying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
You raised a lion, mama
I ain’t lying, mama
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said, "I’m trying mama"
I’m crying on you, crying on you
I said, "I’m trying mama"

O.c. – Special Lyrics

O.C.
Special Lyrics

[O.C.]
Yo… aiyyo relax your mind and let your conscience be free
And get down with the sounds of this nigga O.C.
Walkin the streets, chicks hawkin me
You ask why? (Why?) That’s how it ought to be
Draw your own conclusion, seperate the real from illusion
The fake one dealin with confusion
My kindred spirit will burn ’til, God douse my flame
‘Til then, forever I’ll reign
The level of my game is like, a smooth fadeaway jumpshot
by Jordan in the last few seconds
Crab niggaz hecklin, hopin I’ll miss
It’s all net when, ball fall through like swish
Embarassin to me, there’s none other
Fine as, Donnie Brasco, my steez deep cover
Thoughts caress you, may God bless you
For all listenin ears comin from, truly yours
Somethin special

[Chorus]
(special – wooooo) Yeah
I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I’m
(special – wooooo) Uh-huh
I live it, I breathe it, I eat it, I know I’m
(special – wooooo) Word
I know it, I feel it, I see it, I know I’m
(special – wooooo)

[O.C.]
Check, yo
Got a vendetta with myself, why I haven’t had a had a million sold
Knowin what I spit made of gold
Life and ‘dro spark it, move your ass
while the blunt flame illuminate the darkness
Smoke yellow, O-thello, thoughts flow mellow
Who the hell gon’ tell O what I already know?
It’s a thin line between fine wine and Ripple
Good wine you let it breathe in that glass of crystal
Take a sip, swish it in your gums for taste
The act itself, the ambience is what I embrace
All attention’s on me, it’s been a long time
Praise to God, one through nine, O is the dime
Over the hill? I’m far from it; you name it I done it
I been here before like Muhammad – check
Thoughts caress you, may God bless you
For all listenin ears comin from, truly yours
Somethin special

[Chorus]

[O.C.]
Yeah… yo
It seems like a, mic was made so I can speak my piece
Or like a, defense lawyer who preparin his brief
Convince a jury not to convict, who he defendin for his freedom
Fake niggaz in my life, I don’t need ’em
Ask around ’bout my stats at bat
I plant my feet, and point it, send it out of the park
The ball defy gravity, attached to yo’ ass like a cavity
Thoughts blurry, mines got clarity
The world ain’t, parallel to mines, go ’round
like a carousel ride, I got – nothin to hide
Hollywood even want in, your typecast characters I won’t play ’em
Rules I refuse obeyin; stern like an oxen
Fight more bouts than a one-day session knockin out songs like Jack Johnson
F what the rest do, O got the record
And call like God answerin your prayers and affairs, I’m

[Chorus]

Run The Jewels – Oh Mama (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike & El-P]
Gun in the holster be
Right in the upholstery
Somewhere right close to me
Just in case the rollers be
Rolling on the G
My woman keep it in the hosiery
I’m known in my town
In those strips where high-rollers be
I’m up early, where the money folders sippin’ Folgers be
A country boy chilling in Brooklyn like Lefty spoke for me
Fuck with us
You fuck with the truth, we speak openly
Never a rat, like Donnie Brasco, though
Cause there ain’t no hoe in me

[Verse 2: El-P & (Killer Mike)]
"Notice me, senpai!" they cry when I choke their speak
I’ll set this crooked city on fire to light the smokery
Old timers speak of us hushed and clutch their rosaries
I lust after greatness, I’m aiming right at its ovaries
Better run from the future palooka (haul off)
You acting like it’s safe when the revolution’s been (called off)
There’s liars on the loose, if we listen to you we’re (all lost)
The takers of the jewels never singing a tune at (all soft)

[Hook: El-P]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"

[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
I smoke the holy herb, get high as hell and meditate
Swear to God, shit’s so good, fat boy’ll levitate
God gift to man, how the fuck they try to legislate
Mom’s, she recovering, tell me I over-medicate
I tell her, "Holy fuck, Jesus Christ, give me a fucking break"
She said, "Don’t curse your mama, goddammit," and threw a dinner plate (damn)

[Verse 4: El-P]
I heard it in Brooklyn where all the sinners stay
You running out of ways to go fuck yourself, I will innovate
The skin of your shitty grin will disintegrate
Every sickening sentence’ll cheapen the tricks you venerate
Set the phaser to face-plate-incinerate
Run the Jewels, run with the Borg, baby, assimilate

[Hook: El-P & (Killer Mike)]
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"
My mama said that I’m not living right
She said, "I’m crying on you"
She said, "I waited up for you all night"
I said, "I’m trying mama"

My mama said that I’m not living right
(They want us dying, mama)
My mama said that I’m not living right
(But I ain’t crying, mama)
My mama said that I’m not living right
(You raised a lion mama
Now you lying, mama)
My mama said that I’m not living right
I said, "I’m trying mama"
(I’m crying on you, crying on you)
I said, "I’m trying mama"

Shindy feat. Bushido-Art Of War

[Hook: Shindy & Bushido]
Bring mich nicht dazu, deine Bitch und ich im Hyatt
Auf dem Kingsize-Bett, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, dass ich ihr ein zweites Prepaid-
Handy hol’ für Cheatdates, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, zwanzig Mann auf deinem Live-Gig
Zahlen keinen Eintritt, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, dass du hier auf allen Vieren läufst
Und du machst ein Tiergeräusch, bring mich nicht dazu

[Part 1: Bushido]
Yeah!
Zeig uns mal wie schön du bellen kannst, du Cabañero
Backstage auf der Award-Show, frag Mateo
True Story, wenn du willst, frag Oli Pocher
James Blunt, eingesperrt, Panic Room, Jodie Foster
Ich bleib’ mit der Family wie Donnie Brasco
Und irgendwer macht immer ein auf Johnny Bravo
Jeder von uns Gentlemen
Wir knechten dich nicht öffentlich, nur vor der Handycam
Du bist Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Bruce Banner
Arafat am Handy, du bist bleich wie Blutspender
Musst dich in der Stadt verstecken wie ein Schulschwänzer
Alles Instagram-Wannabe-Models, Zoolander
Connections bis in alle Bundesländer
EGJ – wir sind immer noch die Hundefänger
Ich mach ’n A-Promi zu ’nem Labrador
So was nenn’ ich Kunst, das ist Art of War

[Hook: Shindy & Bushido]
Bring mich nicht dazu, deine Bitch und ich im Hyatt
Auf dem Kingsize-Bett, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, dass ich ihr ein zweites Prepaid-
Handy hol’ für Cheatdates, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, zwanzig Mann auf deinem Live-Gig
Zahlen keinen Eintritt, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, dass du hier auf allen Vieren läufst
Und du machst ein Tiergeräusch, bring mich nicht dazu

[Part 2: Shindy]
Yeah!
Ich hab’ keine Zeit für dein’n Twitter-Beef
Treffe deine Frau zum Frühstück bei Tiffany
Ich sah an ihren Snaps sie hat Langeweile
Und das Emoji mit der Flamme reichte
Du gibst dein letztes Hemd für sie so wie ein Chippendale
Doch ich kann sie fernsteuern wie ich will – Mr. Grey
Wenn du kurz im Bad bist, zeigt sie sich per FaceTime
Du bist auch Rapper aber das hier ist nicht „8 Mile“
Zeigst du Zähne wie ein Haifisch, stürm’ ich keine Livegigs
Sondern mache deiner Frau zu einer meiner Sidechicks
Spitze unterm Trenchcoat, Controller – Nintendo
Kaufe ihr ein Collier nur um sie anzuketten – Django
Du kriegst mich nie mehr aus ihr raus wie Excalibur
Sie ist nicht beim Pilateskurs
Sie ist mit der Hand in meiner Hose, in der Umkleide – Prada-Store
Fick ich sie, fick ich dich – Art of War

[Hook: Shindy & Bushido]
Bring mich nicht dazu, deine Bitch und ich im Hyatt
Auf dem Kingsize-Bett, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, dass ich ihr ein zweites Prepaid-
Handy hol’ für Cheatdates, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, zwanzig Mann auf deinem Live-Gig
Zahlen keinen Eintritt, bring mich nicht dazu
Bring mich nicht dazu, dass du hier auf allen Vieren läufst
Und du machst ein Tiergeräusch, bring mich nicht dazu