Lil Scrappy Touching Everything

[Chorus]

I’m in the street, yeah Scrappy touchin’ err’thang

I’m in the mall, man Scrappy snatchin’ err’thang (Yup)

When I’m in the club catch me smokin’, drankin’ err’thang

Swear to God I ain’t lyin’ man, I put dat there on err’thang

You already, you already know (Huh, Huh!)

You (You) already, you already know (Whoa!)

You already, you already know (It’s ya boi Scrap, haha)

[Verse 1]

Soon as I wake up I’ma say my prayers

Then I look up in the closet to see what I’m gon’ wear

I got the (G’s Up) shirt, with the (G’s up) chain

Got the G-Unit shoes, dat’s whudd I’m talin’bout mayn’

I hit the showa, hit the charga

Put the key up in the starta

Hit the mall-a, with my niggas

Git the broad up, bend the cone then I holla

Tha fuckin’ hardest, cuz I’m a mothafuckin’ balla

I’m gangsta, dat’s whudd it is and you gon’ love it

Fuck bein’ on TV – I’ma show my ass in public

Shawty it’s nuthin’, you know the young nigga buckin’

You ask ’bout me shawty and this what they say

I’m the wildest young nigga in the -A- (Sho’nuff)

Throwin’ money in the bay cuz I’m paid (Hol’ Up)

I went and spent 45 on my mouth (Hunned?)

Nawh, 45 thou’ (Damn!), Shawty just look at my smile

[Chorus]

So whudd it is? – Man, you already know whudd it is

What’s the deal? – You already know whudd it is

Now whudd it is? – You already know whudd it is

Whudd it is? – You already know whudd it is

[Verse 2]

You can catch me in the club gittin’ drunk as usual

Tha ol’ wildin’ nigga just be so crutial

A couplah groupies with some big azz booty’s

Sloppy ass drunk, trynnah do sumthin’ to me

I’m like: Babydoll hold up, gitcha mind right

I’m lookin’ atcha face, Yeah I mean you iight

Ya body off the chain, but ya head fine

Say you ain’t a freak – You’s a Goddamn lyer (Aye)

I’m on the goose, trynnah git loose

Gotta squad full of niggas dat’ll git atchu

Don’t got me wrong my nigga, on dat role down home

Even though we in the club, you can git dat chrome

I see ya poppin’ at the mouth (Who you talin’bout?)

I ain’t got bread at the house (Now who you talin’bout?)

All dat mean muggin’ & dat mumblin’ (Who you talin’bout?)

When I start bussin’, start runnin’ (Dat’s whudd I’m talin’bout)

[Chorus]

So whudd it is? – Man, you already know whudd it is

What’s the deal? – You already know whudd it is

Now whudd it is? – You already know whudd it is

Whudd it is? – You already know whudd it is

[Verse 3: Yung Joc]

Now when ya back touchin’ ya stomach

I can teach her sunumics

A hunned miles and runnin’, the realest who eva done it

Them hatas make me vomit, wishin’ my sales plumb it

They mad cuz I hit the mothafuckin’ block gunnin’

Stuntin’! Put ’em wheels on ’em 26s

Bitches! one to the truck to see who in it

A minute, his limo tinted watch you sayin’ nigga?

Oh yeah we make plays – on the radio, we ain’t playin’ nigga

Tha kush and the peels (I got it!)

I put the push to the deal (I got it!)

8 karat bently on the wrist (How bout it?)

I bought the coup’ just to match and (Hop out it!)

Yeeeeaah I mean every word

Gotta machine with a bean dat’ll clean ya whole curb (Aye)

Scrappy, tell ’em – we G’d up

From the feet up – the block need us

[Chorus]

So whudd it is? – Man, you already know whudd it is

What’s the deal? – You already know whudd it is

Now whudd it is? – You already know whudd it is

Whudd it is? – You already know whudd it is

Lil Scrappy Secrets

Born be a player but I like you

Got a nigga but she did not wife her

Man I can’t help but to thank what she do

Make a nigga be cool being walk with number 2

Showed her she the shit, I can tell when she sex me

Hop above the dick be home and then she text me

Said she in love but she in the bed with me

Love locked down, she just wanna be free

And I ain’t get nothing, but straight thugging

Give it to her when she want and straight fucking

When she look in my eyes all she do is cry

Can’t contain all the feelings she got inside, I wonder why?

You can be my little secret

You can be the one I creep with

Say, you can be little secret

Just as long as you can keep it

And let hey, ease your mind just close your eyes

Baby let me be your get away

Come to me when you stress inside

And baby I can take away the pain

I’ve been a good boy lately

Girlfriend acting like she hate me

Girl across town wanna date me

Roll a nigga feet, and thinka nigga so fool

Yeah she do all the shit my girl don’t do

I head dreams over ménage, but not Nicki

I hit her jaw, give her a quickie and light hicky

When I’m feeling, sour, she give me the power

Sirock shots on her, at the after hour

Duck … tell yeah, I’m a beast

I pay for that pussy baby no lease

I seen you, and you seen me

I freed you baby so free me

You can be my little secret

You can be the one I creep with

Say, you can be little secret

Just as long as you can keep it

And let hey, ease your mind just close your eyes

Baby let me be your get away

Come to me when you stress inside

And baby I can take away the pain

I just wanna know what you doing

Cause you the only chick I’m pursuing

And we can keep it moving

Girl you know our lives are alike

Why you stay this moment wrong

When the time’s so right

We gotta be low key, no shining lights

When they ask you where you been tell them living life

I seen you, and you seen me

I freed you baby so free me

You can be my little secret

You can be the one I creep with

Say, you can be little secret

Just as long as you can keep it

And let hey, ease your mind just close your eyes

Baby let me be your get away

Come to me when you stress inside

And baby I can take away the pain

Lil Scrappy Young And Famous

Hello Streets

It’s Is Ur Main Man Stay Fresh From The Lifestyles Of The Young And Famous

Today We’re Here To Talk About Money

And When I Mean Money, I Mean Money In The Bank

Little Scrappy’s Bme Charm Cost An Estimated 250,000 Of Stone

And It’s Not Jus Scraapy Whos Iced Out

It’s His Family Also

His Little Baby Girl Imani Sports Diamonds Straight From The Cierra Lione Mounatins

And With Little Scrappy’s Network Climbing Stealthily

Gs Up Is Set To Become The Number 1 Label In The Industry

With His Mougles Little Jon And 50 Cent By His Side

His Network Is Approimately 100,000,000

This Is Ur Man Stay Fresh

Thank U For Tuning In To The Lifestyles Of The Young And Famous

Lil Scrappy Been A Boss

My Phone Is Tappped And So Is My Living Room

We Cant Hide The Money Here

We Need A Bigger Room

My Phone Is Tappped And So Is My Living Room

We Cant Hide The Money Here

We Need A Bigger Room

[Hook: x2]

My Phone Is Tapped And So Is My Living Room

We Cant Hide The Money Here

We Need A Bigger Room

Fuck The Feds Let Em Be Mad

I Been The Boss Motherfucker

Im Suppose To Brag

[Lil Scrappy:]

When I Was Small I Seen Mama In The Freezer With A Ice Cream Jug Worth More Than The Visa She Used To Hide The Money In The Ceiling Having Stacks On Deck Now Thats A Mighty Good Feelin Fuck The Days Im Gettin Paid By Da Hour Been In The Wood To Long For Da Shit To Go Sour When Da Feen Come Ima Give Em What Da Want The Definition Of Customize Now Put That In Yo Trunk If I Aint Got G’s Ima Get It From The Streets Leavin A.V.E’s Offa Zone 3 On Da Corner Wit Da G’s Thats How Its Gon Be My Whole Family In Hood Surrounders Gotta Eat Gotta Dough Connect That Charge Me End Of The Bred And My Studio Engineerin Cut Da Chop From Da Stack My Pockets Is Fat And My Daughters Is Too Just Think Of All The Thousands Of Dollars We Run Through

[Hook x2]

[Young Dro:]

Im Goin Ten A Key Da Feds Tried To Injure Me A Bitch Told Scrappy And He Told Me Dat They Into Me Know I Drank Remy They Kno I Rid 23’s Kno I Let My Screen Fall When I Be In Dc Think Cause Im On B.E.T Dat I Aint Neva Seen A Key I Wuz Sellin Break Down Back When Dey Made Lean On Me Now I Got Dat Bling On Me 12 Carat Ring On Me Yellow Black Charger Dats My Waffle House Machinery Feds Come And See Dem Clips Like Da Diamonds In My Ear Hate Cause I Pop Christal Open Just Like You Pop A Beer Straight Drop Vodka Here Choppa Here Hoppa Here Gator Guts Aint In The Insent But I Bet Dat Ostrich Is Show You How To Prosper Quick Flip A Brick Flip It Quick Stick A Move We Aint Got No Time For Dat Silly Shit Dro

[Hook x2]

[Bohagon]

I Been A Made Man Say Da Word And You’ll Get Touched Up Keep Talkin Shit Bitch Ill Have Yo Whole Click Hushed Up See Me Split A Guard Thats Probably Bubble Crish Crushed Up Ima Pinp Ima Gangsta First And Foremost Ima Hustler See Hagon All About His Money Yall Dont Get It Do Ya Tell Me What Ya Need And I Got People That Can Give It To Ya I Wasnt Really Hand To Hand I Was More A Trafficka Get Cha Cush From Cali Or Some Diamonds From Africa You Akin New Good But I Been Grindin Fa A Minute Now You Can Get It Wit Me But Ima Get It Any How Bo Scrap And Dro Out Here Tryin To Get Dis Money Now Deez Otha Niggaz Out Here Ackin Scary Like Dey In A Haunted House Jus Kee Playin Wit It But It Aint A Game Aint A Thang Grab Da Thang And Send Da Fellas Brains Like Em Dana Dan Dro Be Watchi Lean On Me And I Be Watchin Purple Rain Scrap Lets Count Dis Hundred Keg Go And Pop Some Purple Thangs

[Hook x2]

Lil Scrappy Diamonds In My Pinky Ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’m so addicted to makin’ money it’s funny

My speakers beat the block so the hatas they hear me comin’

The can of paint flippin’ and swervin’ it make ya pick up

Today I’m feelin’ good so I’m destined to pick a bitch up

Put it all on my chedda my diamonds shinnin’ like I’m richer

But chrome wheels spinnin’ so people can take a picture

Ain’t never comin’ flo throw some diamonds in my jaw

Put some pipes on the back I be shakin’ them hatas off

Stay connected with some head bussas hatas comin’ round

But ain’t no competition dug them bitches in the ground

‘Cause I’m balln’ like I’m posed to money in the bank

Wanna get on my level but they flo’n they know they can’t

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Big bang take lil’ bang f**k what you damn think

Gettin’ to the bread and look blind by the pinky ring

Disorderly conduct I could really give a f**k

Stay buck in the crowd and yo face staight sippin’ crunk

I’m gettin’ to the money so f**k the nonsense

I’m a G motha f**ka I leave your head in dents

I got that action yeah I make money with a pasion

Like E-40 with clips I load clips on the mac

And man I’m gettin’ rich so f**k the bullshit

Gotta swing on a nigga man f**k that bitch

‘Cause I don’t know what you been told

But I got gats and I got jewels

And scrappy talkin’ shit I f**k yo bitch on the regula

I’m gettin’ paid, look shorty I damage ya

Them hoes gon’ love me, hatas wanna bust me

And I pitty the fool who really wanna touch me ’cause

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

See this money I made it, baby shake it for daddy

Go get your friends and pussy pop it for me a Lil’ Scrappy

And niggas don’t wait I’ll stab ya that 45 I grab it

And cock it back and let you pussy mothaf**kas back

Who want it you seen it I did it?

Bitch I switch glocks and switch spots if it get hot

Switch rocks and switch bras on they ass

And then I keep ’em admiring my long dreds and glasses

Now I’mma flip paint, flip paint smoke daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank with diamonds in my teeth and chain

And check out my pinky ring, you know it’s blingin man

I’m jumpin’ outta the Benz with diamonds all on my wrist and thangs

I’m gettin’ to this paper like I’m supposed to be

Muh’f**ka in the street label me a young G

Diamonds in my pinky ring, get my watch and my chains

Bringin’ pain to the gain lickin’ all of these lanes

A K A mister T the platinum version

Every nigga gonna hate if they’re pockets be hurtin’

Straight from Atlanta told me web was like a black pantha

Stackin’ paper like my name was Tony Montana

It’s G’s up so get your G’s up

I don’t like to get violent but I’ll f**k your ass up

Hey, you don’t really wanna taste my nuts

Make a meal out the deal and I’m still gettin’ bucked

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

I’mma flip paint, filp paint, roll daint, daint

Money in the bank, bank diamonds in my pinky ring

Lil Scrappy Posted In The Club

[Intro: Crunchy Black]

NOOOW… HANDS UP! (Hands up!) (Pop, pop!)

It’s goin’ down! (Hands up!) (Pop!)

Nigga time’s mine! (Hands up!) (Pop, pop!)

G’s up! (Hands up!) (Pop! Pop!)

Lil’ Scrappy! (Hands up!) (Pop!)

Three 6… (Hands up!) Mafia! (Hands up!) (Pop!)

Mafia! (Hands up!) (Pop!)

It’s going down! (Hands up!) (Pop!)

Are you a fake-ass nigga?

[Scrappy:] (‘Ey! ‘Ey! ‘Ey! ‘Ey! ‘Ey! ‘Ey!)

[Chorus 1: Lil’ Scrappy]

You see I’m posted in the club – blunt in ma mouth! (‘Ey! [x6])

If a nigga still buck, I’m a knock his ass out! (‘Ey! [x6])

Posted in the club – talkin’ to yo’ girl (‘Ey! [x6])

If a nigga wanna buck I’m a knock his ass out! (‘Ey! [x6])

[Chorus 2: Lil’ Scrappy]

‘Eeeeey – bitch, what you gon’ do? (Yoooo!)

If you wanna buck we can do it if you want too! (Ooooh!)

Hey bitch! (Ooooh!) – What you gon’ do? ! (Yoooo!)

If you wanna buck we can do it if you want too! (Ooooh!)

[Bridge: Lil’ Scrappy]

Push a nigga! (hoe! hoe!) – Slap a nigga! (hoe! hoe!)

Pussy nigga! (hoe! hoe!) – Hoe nigga! (hoe! hoe!)- Let’s go nigga!

[Verse 1:]

[Juicy J:]

I drink liquor 5ths! – It’s Juicy J, The pimp!

I tell ya baby momma she can suck a nigga dick!

Straight from the corna – the North is ma hood

I don rode on 4 flats and it’s still all good.

Project Pat is outta jail and we ’bout to get dis mail

To you hataz tryna rap, quit playin’ with ya selves!

Memphis, Tenn and ATL! – We gotta get dis cheese

And we count big bills, while deez hoes on dey knees, YEAH! (Black: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

[Crunchy Black:]

Mad ’cause they see me smilin’ grillin’ in his hoe face

It ain’t ma fault, you should her made her stay in the place!

She couldn’t help it, I’m the king of dis area code (Yoooo!)

I been blowed, I got time balls, waitin’ to explode, (YEAH!)

Fifteen years I’m a inspiration in dis game

You just gettin’ dat car tomorrow, dat style about to change, mayne!

If you was real you’d recognize real

But bitch you blind to the signs (why?) get ya monkey ass killed!

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2: Lil’ Scrappy]

It’s the young nigga known for bringin’ da drama

Why I act crazy, yeah, I got it from my momma.

Walk in this bitch with nuttin’ – but a razor (razor!)

I’m a slice the hell outta muthafuckin’ hata

Get paper and – [? ] nuttin’ but hoes (hoe!)

If a nigga wanna throw I’m throwin’ nuttin’ but bows (bows!)

And what it is – you don’t wanna go with’ da legend (aaah!)

Beatin’ niggas ass into the hell of heaven.

Whassup? – I’m drunk! – But I’m crunk in dis bitch (‘Ey! [x6])

If you wanna throw bottles, I’m a stab you quick (‘Ey! [x6])

Ay, back off for a minute for I step in it (in it!) (‘Ey! [x6])

Nigga chill shawty ya boi ain’t finish his sentence. (AAOHH!)

Don’t get mad ’cause ya broads on ma dick (DICK!)

And she came ova (dick!) in ya damn favorite outfit (favorite outfit!) (whattup?)

Yeeaah! – Dolla signs all in the air (What? [x6])

And I don’t give a fuck if you wanna take it there. (What? [x6])

[Chorus 1]

[Chorus 2]

[Bridge]

Lil Scrappy Addicted To Money

[Intro:]

Ayyyee (What up, Scrap?)

Gettin Money (You already know what it is)

OK-K-K-K (Let em know)

I can’t stand to be without money, know what I’m talkin bout?

All ya’ll busta ass niggaz

I’m Addicted to money [x16]

[Chorus:]

Ohh I gotta have it

Oooo I gotta grab it

Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)

Money is all a nigga get for shows

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout

Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

[Verse 1: Lil Scrappy]

Born makin money, I growed up in da hood

Yea all the hoes love me cause dey love me real good

Been wearin da same clothes bout 8 days

When they cut the 8 ball when dey flipped it 8 ways

I don’t feel clean, but a nigga so paid

Copped da clean white tee with dem fresh Air J’s

I ain’t got the charger, I got my bitch Escalade

Sippin on dat grey goose and some damn lemonade

Sittin on da block, wise hoppin it ain’t nothin

I’m a Trappa Town rapper, still got the hood bumpin

Been through hell and back and I ain’t frontin

Niggas talkin bout dough like dey fuckin sayin somethin

[Chorus:]

Ohh I gotta have it

Oooo I gotta grab it

Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)

Money is all a nigga get for shows

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout

Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

I’m addicted to money, I’m addicted to clothes

I been a pimp my whole life, so I’m addicted to hoes

Dey feelin on the big dipper, let em play with it stop

But they don’t wanna fuck me, they wanna FUCK MY COCK

I’m the bearskin rug, no shoes or socks

So on 3, you and the coop gotta lose your tops

See I’m addicted to the paper I been gettin for years

And my whip is all white, I call it Britney Spears

They say life is like a circus when you stuck on the block

So we don’t snitch and eat pork, we don’t fuck with the cops

And that’s why I’ll be gettin paper til the day that I die

So like Monica Lewinsky, keep your head up high… cause

[Chorus:]

Ohh I gotta have it

Oooo I gotta grab it

Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)

Money is all a nigga get for shows

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout

Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

[Verse 3: Lil Scrappy]

It’s the son of the preacher, but raised by the dope lady

Talkin get money, pimp hard so niggas gon hate me

I got a good heart, and a good brain

You heard my gangsta story, my life was off the chain

My momma flipped the cane, and pop was up at church

The Joe had me in the hallway with the purp

Prayin that I stay safe and I don’t get murked

But I bet I get paid, make that money work

Hittin garages, I bet I got a nigga vert

Let me holla at ya bitch, I’ll make dat pussy hurt (yea)

For real though, you know that I get dough

Finna rape the game, and my mission is to get mo’

[Chorus:]

Ohh I gotta have it

Oooo I gotta grab it

Hustle real hard, gotta stack that cabbage

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

It’s the one that I put before a hoe (hoe)

Money is all a nigga get for shows

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

Look atcha boy (boy). Got 50 thousand in the spout

Look atcha boy (boy). I’m Finna buy a way bigger house

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money (yea)

I’m Addicted to money (aye)

I’m Addicted to money

Lil Scrappy G-Shit

[Chorus:]

Oh

I like that real g shit

You make me loose some

My body’s like

Ouuu ouuuuu ouuuu

It’s like where ever you ready to do

For the way you do what you do

Oh you love that g-shit when I got you naked?

I play dawg, you can be my passion

Rust me man it’s ok bounce with me in slow mo

When they hear the kid in the house it’s like oh no

50 got ’em locin again, they open again

Got ’em sippin on that juice and gin

You could find me in the background burnin that backwood

Stylin and stuntin doin my two step frontin

Now I’m a tell you What Em told me homey

Just lose the parental discretion’s advised this is grown folk music

Now blend in with me, as I proceed to break it down

It’s always off the chain man when I’m around

I play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough

I get the club jumpin, cause I’m sick with flow

You know it’s sold out, like wherever I go

I jam packed the show man that’s fo’ sho’

I got the info you already know

Man I get it poppin in the club everybody show me love let’s go

[Chorus:]

Oh

I like that real g shit

You make me loose some

My body’s like

Ouuu ouuuuu ouuuu

It’s like where ever you ready to do

For the way you do what you do

Lil Scrappy Livin’ In The Projects

[Chorus – 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects

Broke, with no lights on (And I was)

Livin’ in the projects (Uh-huh)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects

Broke, with no lights on (And you was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Broke, with no lights on (And we was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Here we go)

Broke, with no lights on

[Verse 1]

Growin’ up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin’

Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain’t no chores to play

Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate

And the show ain’t gon’ show money, soul of a show money

Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin’ in the projects)

Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin’ stronga

Momma did it fo’ the hunger

We sold about a hundred, err’body still runnin’

And we sittin’ on the block

Cuz the dope feigns rollin’

Videos, I ain’t trynna be no rap

I ain’t trynna be no act

I’m tryin’ to make a stack up (Livin’ in the projects)

I ain’t gotta call practice

So if I’m on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin’ in the projects)

Tha police betta call back up

Cuz if I can’t feed my daughter – I’ma come and rob ya (And I was…)

[Chorus – 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects

Broke, with no lights on (And I was)

Livin’ in the projects (Uh-huh)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (What’s goin’ on)

Broke, with no lights on (And you was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Broke, with no lights on (And we was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Yea)

Broke, with no lights on

[Verse 2]

Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas

I ain’t have no clothes so the ho’s wouldn’t holla

Git outta here would all a nigga wann’

When I hit ’em lights all the roaches hit the flo’ (Damn)

Momma had got in to a accident

It’s fucked up, mayn she can’t even pay the rent

And the heat and light been out eva since

So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch

You know what I’ma do? – I’ma go git rich

Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq

It’s all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks

I’m from the hood, lil’ shawty, I’ma represent (And I was…)

[Chorus – 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects

Broke, with no lights on (And I was)

Livin’ in the projects (Uh-huh)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (What’s goin’ on)

Broke, with no lights on (And you was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Broke, with no lights on (And we was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Yea)

Broke, with no lights on

[Verse 3]

Now it was neva eva ‘posed to be like this

My teacha told me I wadn’t gon’ be shiit

A surely young nigga when his dad got rich

A-Town ho’ you can suck my dick

Now you made it outta Tha Projects

A young nigga gittin’ cash

Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin’ while the time pass

Can’t let ’em git you down, move in or move out

Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I’m talkin’ bout

When time git hard betta pray to God

Don’t stretch the dope game on the boulevard

No (No), my daughter neva will

And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal

Shiit, play the hand I was dealed

And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal

Chyea, I’m on top and I still rememb-a

Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was…

[Chorus – 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects

Broke, with no lights on (And I was)

Livin’ in the projects (Uh-huh)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (What’s goin’ on)

Broke, with no lights on (And you was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Broke, with no lights on (And we was)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Aye)

Livin’ in the projects (Yea)

Broke, with no lights on

Lil Scrappy Lord Have Mercy

[Intro:]

Dear lord,

Hope you can look, deep into my heart,

N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G’s up

It’s a g thang

Yo’ moda fuckas no me mayne

G’s up

It’s a g thang

(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

[Chorus:]

Lord hav mercy on me,

Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g

If dey is please save a spot fo me

I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me

Ridin around wit my strap on me

Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me

I dun wanna burn

No, no

[Verse 1:]

Dear lord, dis a letter to you

A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do

I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin

It’s like everywer I go I run in-to satan

Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse

Just tinkin how we live

Da ridin hurts

Even do yu no’ me,

Ever since I was birth

I’m innocent till you judge me and den cum fis

N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse

Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst

I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse

But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt

Yeh I wan-na go to church

But I can’t be faithful

I’m always doin shows but you no’ dat I’m grateful

I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful

I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

[Chorus:]

Lord hav mercy on me,

Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g

If dey is please save a spot fo me

I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me

Ridin around wit my strap on me

Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me

I dun wanna burn

No, no

[Verse 2:]

Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga

Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit

Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam

Even my lil broda who dun give a dam

You see my lil sista dun got preg yet

N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in

N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin

Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin

N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin

Excuse my language lord but is always friction

I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl

But please give me the powa to fite da whole world

Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid

I’ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

[Chorus:]

Lord hav mercy on me,

Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g

If dey is please save a spot fo me

I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me

Ridin around wit my strap on me

Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me

I dun wanna burn

No, no