Yung Joc
i'm him

Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga
Have ya ever
have Ya ever

I'm a grown man,lil boy get gone, dis is my life,my hustle,my song.
Is ya mad, Ima mastermind, hit ya wit da 4-5 leave ya ass absent mind. me a fuck boy?
Dats absent mind, aint nan notha chevy out here fast as mine.
26 no inh wit da Alpine, I meet a bitch, break a bitch in my past time.
Im da truth dog, dats my word, Do ya self a favor, dont get served.
And if ya got questions dis da business,Stay on top of ya competition.
If ya work good, jus hold out.
So, when da drowt come erybody sold out. dats when ya doulbe up den watch it bounce back.
Do dat again times 10 den ya count dat.

Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga
Have ya ever
have Ya ever

In 88' I took ya Jays and ya bomber coat.
Now days its ya jays and bomber coke.
Yall cats turn gangsta on pro toons, Ima professional gangsta wit pro toons.
Ya got beef? Whoa man, ta me u as soft as a woman.
Bitches will never know how i get mine, when I put her on da track better get mine.
Yeah, dats how its done round here, quiet as kept nigga Im da Don round here.
Now check my rapsheet, I aint a convict,
Go jail get rite out, aint dat Don shit.

Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga
Have ya ever
have Ya ever

I know alot of cats, real hood niggas.
Some kill, some steal, some good niggas.
But dey will never be quite like me, I love da mighty dollar dat excites me.
Yung J-O-C come see me. I got heat see it up close,3-D.
I give ya brain freeze, Im so raw.
Like coke turn ya cabbage into cole slaw.
Squeeze tricks, split ya wig ike a mohawk.
Ya brought it on yaself,
Its yo fault.
Now erybody on da block know who did it, but uhh where ya body and da dope?
Man i hide it.

Ever seen a do or die, ride or die nigga
Ever seenn a nigga flip a pie quicka
Have ya ever seen a young, fly nigga
Have ya ever
have Ya ever

Yung Joc ft. Big Gee
Don't play with it

Yung Joc
What it is man
Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' know somethin? What'chu wanna know nigga?
I'ma take this motherfuckin time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin games.. I'm tired of playin wit'chu man
Y'all niggaz comin up short on your money
Your re-up shit ain't right
Your grams off nigga, get that shit right
Let me talk to y'all

This ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin
You better listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin
Cause really all it takes is a couple grand
Like AT&T I reach out and I touch a man
Or I can let it go cause it ain't nuttin man
But naw it's the principle so fuck what you sayin
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that
So when it's time to break bread gimme no feedback
Cause you don't want to piss me off
And I get to poppin like we poppin Cristal
See I cain't help it, that's just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a frown
Yeahhh I know, you think I'm bluffin
'Til I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
Lay down on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say "I don't know" then your blood start gushin

Yung Joc
I done told your ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin with my paper, you're fuckin wit'cha life
Don't play with it, don't play with it
Don't play with it, nigga don't play with it

Big Gee
Here he come once again Mr. Murder Man
Smokin on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
Fuckin with my rubberbands get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag
Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin back
I ain't trippin now I'm lettin 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin like a thermostat
Flashin hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
Actin for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?
I ain't feelin that, pay me for my fuckin pack
E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme that
See it time for the chrome, go on pull it out
Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the parking lot

Yung Joc
Better know the repercussions fuckin with my dividends
Yeah I got a hitman for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin to see it I suggest you start prayin
All I'm sayin; don't try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that Off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin like you spilled spaghetti sauce

Fuckin with my paper - ye ain't right
I'ma send them gators - in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater - in front your wife
No one can save ya - put out your lights

C'mon man
That ain't how you do the shit bruh
Out'chea playin with a nigga money and shit
That ain't the shit to be fuckin with
It's hard out'chea in these streets nigga
Fuckin people fuckin wit'cha
Niggaz rattin and shit
That ain't what's up dawg
It's the big dawg Diesel
Yung Joc in the building, ya heard me?

T.I. feat. Young Jeezy, Young Dro, Big Kuntry, B.G
Top Back (RMX)

Young Jeezy & T.I.
Kream Dela Cream homey, top shelf ya know,
i like my beat down low, down low, down low, down low,
down low, down low, down low, i like my top let back, let back
let back, let back let back, let back, Ay holla if u like your
Cheaa you already know what dis shit is nigga, remix nigga, Mannie Fresh,
T.I.P waddup nigga?, I gottcha nigga, i'm a show dees nigga what to do on you nigga...

Young Jeezy
I let my chain hang low' get that thing up on my waist'
all then haters talking reckless tell em say it to my face,
can see a bankroll yeah I almost caught a case
its the remix so Manny Fresh drop tha bass
I say now 28 inches got me sitting so high
reach straight up through the clouds God Damn I'm in the sky
Got my 87 zone God dammit I'm fly
bet you anything wont nan nigga try it
I push the look come wednesday' to drop that Monday
Ice cream Impala same color as a sundae,
So u can miss me with that hatin and that he can't rap shit'
Tell 'em faggot ass niggas wrap they lips around my dick,
God damn my money sick Ay! I need to see a doctor,
black on black bentley call it phantom of the Opera,
Lemon lime drop top I call it a sprite
when I pull out the garage u can call it at night

I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

Young Dro
DRO! My trunk gon break the damn law
I'm ridin through the hood with 8's a damn law,
them 27's tall but them 8's are damn raw
bitches know they see the platinum is grey like grand pa
spray the chevy all kinda sour apple colors,
diamonds up in my charm look like piny apple suckas
teck 9 for some mack 90 for others'
leave the weapon on Bucatti's I got on my Dannie Glovers,
Naah' this aint a movie but I shot 4 brothers
And plus I gotta chevelle that flop 4 colors
Cars without the covers' my beat down low, I let my rims sit high
I'm tha best thing blowing now Dro!!

I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

Big Kuntry King
I got my treble up high and my beat down low,
I don't slam no door's, hop in where the roof go,
what I need a roof for replace it with the sky
streets be mine with that Georgia on my mind,
I ride in the wetest paint, like i'm surfing on a title wave
cocaine whip yeah straight out the microwave
man in tha trunk sound like the man knocking,
5 pass rocking with stacks in my pockets

B.G.
I got money in my pocket and mind on more
to hear myself think I like my beat down low,
cigarello full of dro and tha chevy 2 toned
it's sittin on chrome that's how I get my roll on'
Gotta dip through the hood you know Gizzle keep it real
I see some hot girls so i'm a turn it up a lil
let them bounce to tha music' ba-ba bounce to the beat
the top down hop in and ride with a G

I like my beat down low and my top let back
Can see me ridin 24's with a chopper in the back
Ya like ya Kenwood high and ya top let back
If ya rims sit high and ya windows pitch black

T.I.
Even though I like my beat down low and my top let back,
Chrome feet down low and my impala wet back
Ditch-e-dash hit the gas tell them niggas check that,
make them bitches sit back wofers give em wetcast,
coming down in a chevy motor sound like it very tight,
it is u can tell i hear the tire yelling er'lane
and the way they ain't kicking i bet you could still hear it
Loaf of bread i cut it up i bet i get left feel here, Okay my money real big, choppers is still here,
they catch me with it fuck it i'm doing my lil bit
and my drop top ridin with my glock cock ridin
I'm looking for them niggas'where they at stop hiding heyy!!!

T.I.
now dats a mothafuckin' remix nigga........

Dem Franchise boys ft. JD, Da Brat & Bow Wow
Oh I Think They Like Me (remix)

1,3,3 as this is plain to see
I go by the name of Jermain Dupri
Dopeman fresh in the place to be
And uhh


Oh i think they like me when they heard on the other one
So its only right that i hit them with another one

Yea these niggaz like haters want to fight me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I came up over night B
Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly
So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee
yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee
Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to bite me
If you had some figures you will be just like me
Yea these niggaz mad cuz I shining like a light B
Niggaz talking bout yep in there muthafuckin throwback
He ain't real you know dat muhammad why he sold that
We stepping on these niggaz like a muthafuckin door mat
When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak
These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac
We the hottest thing in da market and you no dat
Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spending?

Now when i do its something like thrilla and manilla man
Known as a killa man fresh from the dealer man
So So niggas ain't no crew illa than
10 niggas laying and i got about million an
dollars worth of cars in my front yard
Im from a place in atl where young niggas stomp hard
Ooo i think they like me when they heard me on the other one
so its only right that i hit you with another one
Remix we get busy over here
No sleep niggas stay up on they grissie over here
We young (young0, we fly (fly)
and we gon stay flashy till the day that we die


They don't want 2 fight me Im snaching ya ass up
First niggaa act up first nigga get bust?
T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz)
Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee
Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback we sport a jersy by Ali
And if he make one (they shine so brightly)
Don't stand so close vision blur when ice bling
Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us cuz
Role out the red carper high 5 and show us love
Carry barrets count cheddar we transedda
Im a franchize nigga have a mil or betta

Chek it out!
60644694 blow dro with the windows up on duece four's
purple candy paint brand new think i ain't
same chick same click no bricks in the bank
no now no hoe rounds no down like brat
it ain't no showdown for no crown im holding that
face all over VH paid great till this day
been in love with the mic since run dmc walk this way
talk this way cause im gangsta chi-towns legend
im not ordinary people its a star in yo presents
so icy that my earlobes hurt
but what its worth
don't test me i got the four fifth underthe skirt
thick in the thighs can tuck that i stay on my grind
i buss back if i must act i empty the sack
its b to the r-a-t trust that im crazy
JD pays me im such acting lady

Im bow weezy prince of the o-town
Just got the whells clean so im riding slow now
im in a fast car something likea nascar
if you wanna know how much it cos you should as pa
as far as the rocks in chain i dropped some change
its easy for me to copped them thangs
and i don't stop i got rocks in rings
you know the same size as a boxing ring
swimming pool in the front and the back yard
i ain't got to act hard
im under 21 with a black card
yea i know that was kind of a low blow
but the dough for the so so don't come show

Pitbull ft. Lil' Jon
305 Anthem

It’s that little Chico Pitbull
This my way of letting my City know
I’ll ride for ‘em! I’ll Cry for ‘em!
Bust five for ‘em! And most of all,
FUCKING DIE FOR ‘EM!!

HEY 305! TILL I DIE!

I’ll ride for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I’ll die for my muthafucking click! For my click!
I bust heads with my muthafucking click! With my click!
If a nigga talk shit, Watch my shit go click!
Click, click, click, click!

Man, I’ve been on the grind,
1 in the head, 16 in the 9
I’m extra Man!
The game is mine, in due time
It’s all right, I’m patient Man!
I know how to play my position
I know how to play my part
I know how to play these bitches
I know how to play with they hearts
I’ve done some dumb things
But for the most,
I’ve played it smart
Who cares if you run things
Cuz I’m as live as 106 & park!
This game is nothing,
But a pool of blood with a bunch of sharks!
Only the strong survive
It’s Do or Die
Get it Right!
That’s why I roll for my peoples!
Cock back, go to war with my peoples!
Break bread with my peoples!
Man I’ll die for my peoples!
Everybody knows is truth
That’s why they respect
Everything that I do
Everywhere that I go
Every fiend or a foe??
Every bitch or a hoe??
Man I sold it All!
From the weed to the ‘x’
From the ‘x’ to the blow
Mark my words “ I’m next to Blow! ”
P to the I, I to the T, T to the B, B to the U, double the L!
Me I’ma sell like ice cream in Hell!
This for my peoples that’s locked up in jail
I’ma succeed, I’m never ‘gon fail!
Papo just watch!


Man I’m watching the game closely
Uncle Luke that man done coached me
He told me the who, what, where’s, and why’s
How to cross T’s, how to dot I’s
Little did he know he created a Monster!
PITBULL Nigga, I’m that Monster!
DB, them Chico’s is Monsters!
Lil’Jon, that Nigga is a Monster!
Everybody in the click is well equipped
Ready for Pit to take over shit!
This here is not a game…
This here is our lives…
We can’t fuck this up…
We gotta get it right…
If you wit us and you ready for war
Then let’s Ride!!!
LET’S show ‘em how we do in the south
Kick in they door, run in they house
Since them boys think they spit fire
Fuck It! Put the gun in they mouth!
Follow me now
All these bitches wanna swallow me now!
All these niggas that I don’t even know
Wanna hollah at me now
Cuz the wanna be down
But fuck’em man!
Me I turn it up a notch
To my hustlers be careful when they murdering the block!
To my killers be careful when you burning up the glock!
Last thing you wanna be is running from the cops
Pit’s ‘gon take it from da bottom to the top!
Haters can hate, but it aint ‘gon stop!
Everybody knows I’m blow just listen to the flow
This Chico got it on lock! HA!

HEY 305! TILL I DIE