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A reference to one of MJ’s biggest hits “Billy Jean”

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February 21st, 2014

Future also says “I did a spinnin' move with the fork/” on his song “Jordan-Diddy”

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Birdman’s new group made up of YM & CM artists

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Both B.o.B and Young Dro represent T.I.’s Grand Hustle Ent., Hustle Gang & GDOD which stands for Get Dough or Die

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a reference to Nike’s slogan, Just Do It

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a reference to The Dream’s breakthrough hit “Shawty is a 10”

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Juicy’s taking a girl to his hotel to fuck her, even though he doesn’t know her name

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If you know everything about Juicy J, you should know that he loves codeine. It usually eats through the styrofoam hence needing a double cup.

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September 8th, 2013

it could also be a reference to his songs “A Zip & A Double Cup” & “Pour It Up (Remix)”

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Head over to the original for any notes pertaining to this hook.

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He’s so high that he’s thinking things he’d normally wouldn’t think about

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August has money, cars, girls, and living the life while you broke as hell

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Always got the heater, bad bitch, Mona Lisa

The Grammys were idiots for not giving Kendrick an award!

[Rihanna]
Feel it coming in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I’m addicted to the thrill
It’s a dangerous love affair
Can’t be scared when it goes down
Got a problem tell me now
Only thing that’s on my mind is who’s gonna run this town tonight
Is who’s gonna run this town tonight
We gonna run this town!

[Verse 1 — Jay-Z]
We are
Yeah, I said it: we are
This is Roc Nation
Pledge your allegiance
Get your fatigues on
All black everything
Black cards, black cars
All black everything
And our girls are blackbirds riding with they Dillingers
I get more in depth
If you boys really real enough
This is la Familia, I’ll explain later
But for now let me get back to this paper
I’m a couple bands down
And I’m tryin' get back
I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks
Yeah, I’m talking 5 comma, 6 zeroes, dot zero, here Doug
Back to running circles round niggas
Now we squared up, hold up

[Hook — Rihanna]
Life’s a game but it’s not fair
I break the rules so I don’t care
So I keep doing my own thing
Walking tall against the rain
Victory’s within the mile
Almost there don’t give up now
Only thing that’s on my mind is who’s gonna run this town tonight
Heyyyyyyyyyyy, heyyyyyyy-ayyyy-ayy-ayy
Heyyyyyyyyyyy, heyyyyyyy-ayyyy-ayy-ayy
Who’s gonna run this town tonight

[Verse 2 — Jay-Z]
We are
Yeah, I said it: we are
You can call me Caesar
In a dark Czar
Please follow the leader
So Eric B we are
Microphone fiend, this the return of the God
Peace, God
Ah ah
It ain’t no nobody fresher
I’m in Maison
Ah, Martin Margiela
On the table screaming, “fuck the other side, they’re jealous!"
We got a banquette full of broads
They got a table full of fellas
Yeah, and they ain’t spending no cake
They should throw their hand in cause they ain’t got no spades
Yeah, my whole team got dough
So my banquette is looking like millionaires' row

[Hook]

[Verse 3 — Kanye West]
It’s crazy how you can go from being Joe Blow
To everybody on your dick…no homo
I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos
Next time I’m in church, please: no photos
Police escorts, everybody passports
This the life that everybody ask for
This the fast life, we are on a crash course
What you think I rap for to push a fuckin' Rav 4?!
But I know that if I stay stunting
All these girls only gonna want one thing
I can spend my whole life goodwill hunting
Only good gonna come is it’s good when I’m cumming
She got an ass that’ll swallow up a G-string
And up top, ah, 2 bee stings
And I’m beasting off the Riesling
And my nigga just made it out the precinct
We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring
I’m just trying to change the color on your mood ring
Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things
Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings?
“What’s that, Ye?” “Baby, these heels"
"Is that a May-what?” “Baby, these wheels"
You trippin' when you ain’t sippin', have a refill
You feeling like you run it, huh? Now you know how we feel

(Whassup!) Heyyyyyyyyyyy, heyyyyyyy-ayyyy-ayy-ayy
(Yeah, yeah) Heyyyyyyyyyyy, heyyyyyyy-ayyyy-ayy-ayy
(Whassup!) Heyyyyyyyyeeeeeah, heyyyyy-ayyy-ayy-ayyeah
Heyyyyyyyyyyy — we gonna run this town tonight
(Whassup!)

Artist: Pusha T f/ Chris Brown
Album: My Name Is My Name
Song: Sweet Serenade
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Come on, let’s pop the champagne, this one’s for the life
Did everything you could, be here for the night
Man it feels good, everything is right
Energy is strong enough to brighten up city lights
My whole team winning, no vision of quitting
I rather say I did than let them buzzards say I didn't
Let ‘em talk about it mane, I’m already living
I risk my life to try everyday to go and get it

[Pusha T]
Came from the bottom, no one said it would be fair
Now I’m on this money, lounging like it’s a beach chair
Poppa don’t preach, all we do is just reach here
Raised round killers, we just happy to be here
Spot ‘em, got 'em, let your soul pay your dues
While my hoes doing magic, voodoo moulin rouge
That’s a tactic that they use, fuck 'em high then suck 'em dry
Before you know it her Q7 is buzzing by
The queen pin to the king pin redeems him
The boat comes, the dope drums, my team wins
Yuugh! This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
Supreme ballers, all my niggas got ESPY's
Triple doubles, both wrist and neck freeze
Triple doubles, two bricks and tech squeeze
Triple doubles, two hoes and cheque please
(WOO!) They love me on my Ric Flair shit
(WOO!) In that Phantom like I’m Blair Witch
(WOO!) Who are you to be compared with?
(WOO!) Ain’t no niggas that you bled with
Court cases ran base and road aces
Lick shots or left bodies with no traces
Yuugh! This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade

[Chorus]

[Pusha T]
Look, my ouija board don’t never lie to me
The best rapper living, I know who’s alive to me
Yeah, the competition is all but died to me
R-r-raah, I make these mothafuckas hide from me
The Sergio Tacchini life we uphold
You just posing for them pics so you can upload
Yuugh! This the life that we made
Gun shots in the dark like a sweet serenade, nigga

[Chorus]

In the hook, YG says “bitch who do you love” 5 times, not 4 times

Juice also means respect

[Intro]
Ain’t this what they’ve been waiting for? You ready?
Uhh, uhh..

[Verse 1]
I used to pray for times like this, to rhyme like this
So I had to, grind like that to shine like this
In a matter of, time I spent on some locked up shit
In the back of the, paddy wagon, cuffs locked on wrists
See my dreams unfold, nightmares come true
It was time to marry the game and I said, “Yeah, I do"
If you want it you gotta see it with a clear-eyed view
Got a shorty, she try'na bless me like I said, "Achoo"
Like a nigga sneezed, nigga please before them triggers squeeze
I’m gettin' cream, never let them hoes get in between
Of what we started, lil' nigga but I’m lionhearted
They love me when I was stuck and they hated when I departed
I go and get it regardless, draw it like I’m an artist
No crawling, went straight to walkin' with foreigns in my garage
Got foreign bitches menaging, fuckin', suckin', and swallowin'
Anything for a dollar, they tell me get ‘em, I got 'em
I did it without an album
I did shit with Mariah
Lil’ nigga I’m on fire
Icy as a hockey rink, Philly nigga I’m flyer
When I bought the Rolls Royce they thought it was leased
Then I bought that new Ferrari, hater rest in peace
Hater rest in peace, rest in peace to the parking lot
Phantom so big, it can’t even fit in the parking spot
You ain’t talkin' bout my niggas then what you talkin' bout?
Gangstas move in silence, nigga and I don’t talk a lot
I don’t say a word, I don’t say a word
Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve fuck nigga {M-M-M-Maybach Music}
Hold up wait a minute (minute), y'all thought I was finished? (What?)
When I bought that Aston Martin y'all thought it was rented? (Yeah)
Flexin' on these niggas, I’m like Popeye on his spinach
Double M, yeah that’s my team, Rozay the captain, I’m the lieutenant
I’m the type to count a million cash then grind like I’m broke
That Lambo, my new bitch, she’ll ride like my Ghost
I’m ridin' around my city with my hand strapped on my toast
Cause these niggas want me dead and I gotta make it back home
Cause my momma need that bill money and my son need some milk
These niggas tryna take my life, they fuck around get killed
You fuck around, you fuck around, you fuck around, get smoked
Cause these Philly niggas I brought with me don’t fuck around, no joke, no
All I know is murder, when it comes to me
I got young niggas that’s rollin' I got niggas throwin' b's
I done did the DOAs I done did the KODs
Every time I’m in that bitch I get to throwin' 30 G's
But now I’m hanging out that drop head, I’m riding down on Collins (SKRRT~!)
They like, my nigga back home that young nigga be wildin' (they know)
We young niggas and we mobbin' (mobbin') like Batman and we’re Robin (whoa~!)
This 2-door Maybach, with my seat all reclinin'
I’m that real nigga what up? (What up) real nigga what up? (What up)
If you ain’t about that murder game then pussy nigga shut up (WHAT~?!)
If you diss me in yo' raps, I’ll get your pussy ass stuck up
When you touchdown in my hood, no that tour life ain’t good
Catch me down in MIA, at that Heat game on wood
With that Puma life on my feet, like that little engine I could
Boy I slide down on your block, bike on twelve o'clock
And they be throwing dueces on the same nigga they watch (Meek Milly!)
And I’m the king of my city cause I’m still calling them shots
And these lames talking that bullshit the same niggas that flopped
I’m the same nigga from Berks Street with them nappy braids that lock
The same nigga that came up and I had to wait for my spot
And these niggas hating on me (me), hoes waiting on me (me)
Still on that hood shit, my Rolls Royce on E
They gon' remember ME! I say remember ME!
So much money have ya friends turn into ENEMIES!
And when there’s beef I turn my enemies to MEMORIES~!
With them bricks they go from 40 ain’t no 10 A KEY~!, hold up
Broke nigga turn rich, love the game like Mitch
And if I leave you think them pretty hoes gon' still suck my dick?
It was something ‘bout that Rollie when it first touched my wrist
Had me feeling like that dope boy when he first touched that brick
I’m gone.. haha, WOO~!

{J.U.S.T.I.C.E League}

[Intro: Future] + (DJ Khaled)
All these chains that I’m wearing is not ordinary
My watches and my rank is not ordinary — ooh, ooh
Shawty what’s the BOOOOOO… (DJ KHALED~!)
They tryna BLACKBALL ME~! (Fuck boys hate to see me winnin')
They tryna BLACKBALL ME~! (Kept shit 100 from the beginnin')
They tryna BLACKBALL ME~! (They wanna see me lose everything I got)
They tryna BLACKBALL ME~! (Y'all keep hatin', I’m right here on top)

[Chorus: Future]
They tryna BLACKBALL ME~! They say I get too much money
They want my name from me because they know what it do
They say I’m A-Rod, nigga, cause I got the juice
They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe
Soon as I ordered it, they put it right on the boat
These bitches hungry, they tryna take me to court
They tryna blackball me, I said I went to the pros
They tryna blackball me, I keep a gang of them hoes

[Plies]
HAAAAAH…
I’m tryna fuck these fat ass hoes by the end of this month
Ain’t drivin my Rolls Royce no mo, I see the fuck nigga once
I heard some niggas downtown tried to jail me up
I heard they tell the feds every day to pick me up
But I’m like “Damn my nigga, what I did to you?"
And I’m like "Damn my nigga, what you want me to do?"
Want me to burn yo pussy ass out and knock you off?
Want me to go by yo baby mama house and kick in her door?
Guess what? Some 36 niggas, they’ll be here tomorrow
Don’t know what the fuck they goin' on, I’m gonna go buy some tomorrow
My homie pulled me to the side and told me tell me the truth
She say she heard I’m fuckin her sister I say she’ll fuck me and you

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood]
Say where you getting money? That shit bring plenty haters
Just cop that Phantom coupe, I list a Grammy later
White crib a couple acres, she fin that good Jamaica
They tryin to count me out, but bitch I’m back like Schwarzenegger
They tryina blackball me (WOO), don’t wanna see me win (WOO)
And after fuckin hittin it (yeah) like that he go again (yeah)
They say I’m underrated (nah), I’m just misunderstood
They can’t compare to me, I wish, I wish you would
I’m screaming fuck the world (world) and everything in it (yeah)
My homie beat his case case, cause they can’t find a witness
You wanna test my G, man fuck this industry
I strap shit, fo' door your matches, for all those who sleepin' on me

[Chorus]

[Intro] + [Chorus]

He’s BAAAA-AAACK~!

[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh, I done fell asleep fucking last night
That’s how much I don’t sleep nigga
Finally famous nigga (let me get a little finally famous, nigga)

[Hook: Big Sean] x 2
And I’ll be goddamned if I didn’t (yeah)
Put the city on let’s get it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(We’ll be alright alright alright) let’s get it
(alright alright alright), let’s get it (Le'go)
And I’ll be goddamned if I didn’t (yeah) (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Put the city on let’s get it (yeah, yeah, yeah) (whoa, whoa, whoa)
(We’ll be alright alright alright) let’s get it (go, go, go)
(alright alright alright), let’s get it (go, go, go)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Today is a good day
I wish a nigga would day
Ride through the hood day (swerve)
Ride through the hood where I would stay
If I wasn’t me, wasn’t committed (oh)
I told my mom and my dad (what) it’ll be the last Christmas
In the hood that you can visit, oh boy I got it, no chasers
Cause the best mixed with Hennessey is problems
I took that advice young when I was headed up to college
Momma swimming in that debt, rather swim with the piranhas or the shark
Ready set go, on your mark to the top
Getting rich ain’t a blessing it’s a choice
Drunk and still drinking out the fucking bottle
I want a hood rat bitch motherfuck a model
You ain’t alive if you ain’t living that’s the motto
And imma’ probably wake up tomorrow sayin, sayin

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
Lets get it, yeah be alright nigga
It’s the motherfucking world nigga
What, what, ay, let’s go!

Getcha some time to just do it how I done it (AY)
First up on the first cause’ first of all you gotta want it (yeeeah)
Re-up time for every penny, never fronted (nah)
Showroom floor, paid every penny then I stunted (ha-ha)
Stunted so hard you woulda thought I was a stuntman (yeah)
TS4 with 23’s I’m talking jumpmans (daaamn)
Twos and thirds watch for the blitz, you know they rushin' (rushin')
Just don’t get caught in the coupe with them birds, end of discussion
Them boys round the corner wanna sell in that Cal Ripken (Rip)
If them niggas think I’m riding with that, them niggas trippin' (that’s right!)
Yeah I got a magnificent hustle, cause’ imma’ grinder (grinder)
Told my O’s, “I’m hiding you here, so they won’t find you” (yeah)
What you know about a bag that’s heavy as anacondas?
Bet you one thing, I ain’t talking no marijuana (nah)
That’s whats wrong with these niggas they think it’s about shine
You niggas get back to your grind, I think it’s about time (AY)

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Verse 3: Payroll]
They say it’s my time according to my Rolex
I’m bout to fuck the game, then your ho next (yeah)
I used to talk dirty on my cell, no phone sex (nah)
No yoga boy I was making blow stretch (come on)
Press the fast forward button, I’m pushing a foreign something (yup)
All through my neighborhood, next stop is the haters hood (let’s go)
My bitch so bad, but you can bet that my paper good
I do this for real, you lil niggas just fake it good
It’s time for a new crib, it’s time for a new chain (yup)
20 thousand on me homie that’s just loose change (ha)
Too many diamond chains that nigga a mess
But if you knew bout my hood you’d say that nigga is blessed (4-1)
Detroit in this bitch, Big Sean what it do bro? (Whattup?)
Getting money four ways so I can buy a two-door (yeah)
Stash looking healthy but my jewelry got the flu though (sick)
The hustle’s who I represent, Dough Boyz we in this bitch (Doughboyz)

[Hook: Big Sean]

[Outro: Lawrence Lamont]
D-D-D-Detroit, once the backbone of this country
Now it’s the largest U.S. city to file for bankruptcy
Thriving neighborhoods are now vacant
Going from a population of nearly 2 million
To under 700,000 in a matter of years
The people of Detroit really going to have to stick together
To make it through these tough times