| In Cold Blood – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:56 AM PDT Run with me or run from me
Pussies don’t get pussy Yeah I murdered all of my foes contract killing
Twenty k will get ya grandmamy pinned to the ceiling
Midst of the war I piss on graves
Kids get graced by my piss poor waves
Never could imagine it livin with perellis
Shoulda check ya rearview made a better resonance
Wack yayo caught him slippin while he snort dust
Cold blood bullet hit him like a tour bus
Check the time on my bevardo my jazzy bitch in milano
With niggaz pay me the model
Sway louis on my feet still runnin the street
And I never missed a heartbeat Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don’t mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
50 you better watchin Do him in cold blood
Look him in his eyes may do him with no gloves
Beat the case like orinfa
Above the law its so hard to pin the big dog
Live on so I still bark
In my earliest advance ima kill ya
Make a lil cake haters wanna envy
God wanna see you niggaz in a bentley Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don’t mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
Got 1 over 50
And keep 50 in my pocket Limousines for the don ima three as the charme
Flee red carpet chillin e on my arm
Purple rain smokin haze smokin weed call it purple brain
Im in the purple lable daddy got a purple heart
Not in the service but I’m swoorvin in a purple car
Whats the bitch needed all changed
I go and buy a new one cause I’m sport man Family over the money
Money over the bitches
Money don’t mean nothin
And why they callin it riches
Im addicted to watches
Mama tellin me stop it
You know I’m totin the rocket
So don’t make a nigga poppin 
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| Cigar Music – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:55 AM PDT Uhh
Uhh
I’m so compassionate with my compositions
Check it [Verse 1:]
Fascinated with foreign felines
Since I was knee high
This cigar got me buzzin like a beehive
Fuck my old chick I’m ridin with my new thing
In her blue jeans, panties like shoestrings
Most wanted, I’m Bid Laden on a beat nigga
Rubberband jeans saggin on my feet nigga
100 grand for the wagon and her feet nigga
Black flaggin just braggin I’m a street nigga
On the grind little rappers wanna eat with us
Tryin to shine like birdman man teeth glitters
VMA find time just to creep with her
So coincidental walkin down the street with her
My loose cheese scooped up the Gucci
In 2 weeks I flew thru the boutiques
She get her time livin when I let her go and shop
Cruisin in the car click the cuban at the top
Niggas know that my techs explode
Down to go toe to toe before tecmo bowl
Biggest boss in the game, chedder I never mind that
Cause if it matter c murder would go diamond
I reflect as I’m ridin in a Rolls Royce,
Get respect because I give these hoes no choice [Chorus:]
Because I
Because I do it
So if you never seen a boss nigga,
Then look at me
Because I do it
And they never seen a boss nigga
But now they see
Because I do it
And I do it
I-I-I-I-I
And I do it
Yeah so now you see what it means
To be a boss cause I do it [Verse 2:]
I’m the down-south Nas
Click so fur
Ridin with a fox as the cigar burn
Niggas sell weed, niggas sell coke
If I was sellin dope baby id be sellin both
But I’m sellin records everything I touch gold
Better yet check the record 3 million sold
2 hand guns on the writers for the shows
On the road to the riches when I’m ridin on vogues
I elaborate on things I only been bout
Besides, we decides whos the in crowd
If it’s ne-yo and niggas who speakin creo
But I got the prove we just keep movin kilos
See the Altima it’s call it terminator
The exact watch only war on terminator
I let her ride me like a elevator
Clip another cuban as I wait to celebrate her [Chorus] Fascinated with foreign felines
That’s my design
As I recline cut em like key lime
We both came now it’s right back to the tea time
I wanna soda with no vogo and no cheap wine
She told me betterer than man broke
Walkin on the clouds in my second hand smoke
I touched her with the seconds hand stroke
Got her mind racin quicker than a Lambo
2 seater it could’ntfit tacara
But I promise baby I’ll be back tomorrow
In a big beamer bumpin Bob Marley
Listen closely and hit a woman softly [Chorus] 
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| MC Hammer – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:52 AM PDT (feat. Gucci Mane) Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
Whoo (woo,woo,woo)
MAYBACH MUSIC.. BOSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. RICKY ROSS
MAYBACH MUSIC.. ITS TRIPPLE C’s
MAYBACH MUSIC.. COLOR CUT CLARIY My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I’m MC hammer.. I’m about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I’m MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I’m too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I’m pulling out the stick Im at the car lot, I’m going broke
I pay for 5, they find a couple more
I take them home, like I do my hoes
I dress them up, I buy them clothes
Glass slippers, I gas’s hoes
Now she’s acting brand new on you assholes
Limousines, I did that, two door coops boy I live that
My top back, I’m circumcised
I pull it back, just to go inside
She thinking folic, I’m thinking wings stop
Feening lemon pepper, I got my thing cocked
Black bat mobile, its only new Ferrari
Its called scaglietti one button like a Atari
Im just advising, my profit is rising
Niggas buying stocks any nigga like a verizon My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I’m MC hammer.. I’m about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I’m MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I’m too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I’m pulling out the stick I got the porche, I was so ecstatic
100 grand a day my operation is so elaborate
Credit card sqeems, that was for the faggots
Mother fuck window shopping boy I gotta have it
Now my shit be booming all across the atlas
Puchi puchi money long now we call him alex
Hade to move from daisy cuz that shit went local
Pick up the mansion and I sat that bitch back down in bocal
My badest bitch is latin but they call me loco
Till I fuck them in the ass out in Acapulco
Im thinkin money every moment thinkin money
I bust a nut then I’m back to thinkin money
My wrist froze my mind blow I’m off slow my eyes closed
You gotta judge a man by his principles
Teflon don, I am invincible My gun dirty, my brick clean
Im ridding dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty but her mouth clean
Bitch I’m MC Hammer.. I’m about cream
I got 30 cars, hole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere.. I’m MC Hammer
Started selling dough, I’m too legit to quit
When its hammer time, I’m pulling out the stick 
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| Aston Martin Music – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:50 AM PDT (feat. Drake, Chrisette Michele) [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle]
Vibing to the music this is how we do it all night (all night)
Breezing down the freeway just me and my baby, in our ride
Just me and my boss no worries at all
Listening to the Aston Martin Music Music [Hook: Drake]
Would of came back for you
I just needed time to do what I had to do
Caught in the life I cant let it go
Whether that’s right I will never know
But here goes nothing. [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the walls
Automatic weapons on the floor but who can you call?
My dime bitch one that live by the code
Put this music shit aside get it in on the road
A lot of quiet time pink bottles of rose
Exotic red bottoms so body glittered in gold
Following fundamentals and following in a rental
I love a nasty girl that swallows whats on the menu
My money triples up when you get it out of state
I need a new safe cause I’m running out of space
Elory Jetson I’m somewhere out of space
In my two seater she’s the one that I would take [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] [Hook: Drake] [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Pull up on the block in the drop top chicken box
Mr. KFC bps is in the watch
Living fast where its all about the money bags
Never front you take there and never come back
Top down right here is where she wanna be
As my goals unfold right in front of me
Every time we fuck her soul takes a hold of me
I dig it like pokey the pussy be controlling me
That thang keep calling
Fuck maintain boy I gotta keep BALLIN
Pink bottles keep coming
James bond coupe pop clutch 100 [Chorus: Chrisette Michelle] [Hook: Drake] Aston Martin Music Music (Aston Martin Music, Music)
All night (All night) 
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| Cry – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:49 AM PDT Lord forgive me for my sins,
But may I strike down an get vengeance,
Murder my homeboy, Why you doin like that,
Niggas getting churched up, Time for the get back,
Found him last night, four shots in his back,
no leads to the case, Triple C’s will handle that, Just bought a new swo?
In the streets im sworn,
Its time for the murder ride, all on board,
Give me them sticks, s-k, s-k’s, m-11′s When tha hammer fall,
Dats for the trigger pull,
Another maggot falls,
Split down in beu ?
What do witness’s witness?,
Plus we handle my biznesss,
Another clip of snitches,
While they looking at bitches,
Feel like im brainwashed,
To finally ?
Caught 8 bodys in four weeks im on fire,
Cuz I want you to cry,
Im killin your gleam,
Im sending your team,
They killin for me, Just like saddom Hussein,
Just offered your head,
Its on my camera phone,
You cant picture me dead,
Am I christian or muslim,
Or just addicted to husslin,
My daddy don’t love me,
Mama fightin an fussin,
Now im choppin the rocks,
Niggas pockets on sow ell,
Man im pimpin them hoes,
Givin the new pistols to hoes,
Graduated from ?
Rappin for waves of people, Ya I want you to cry , ya look at me cookin that ether,
Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
See me underneath the sink,
I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
Let me see you off,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry, So we back in the game,
Back on the dock,
Port of miami, blood hound for the rock
Im getting that money,
Niggas trackin to kill us,
Get on my own killas,
Get my own niggas to killem,
Im spending new money,
So don’t bother my bitch,
Im getting jewel money,
You niggas aint nigga rich, Im in the yacht,
See me im talkin fifty feet,
don’t talk cars, bitch I got fifty fleets,
Im in the han ron?
Witnesses takin the fire,
Aint no snitchin my brother,
Its called you takin the dive,
They shootin at me, so im shootin at them,
Im shootin the locus, im shootin to win, The winner is me, I want you to cry, I want you to scream , just want you to die,
I want you to fly, I need a prayer, when im satisfied, just to live another day, Rollin down your block, 3 deep , got my pistol in my lap,
See me underneath the sink,
I aint come to die, I aint come to talk , boy I came to see you cry,
Let me see you off,
Now cry, cry, cry, cry,cry, nigga cry, cry, cry, Im mentioned for killin,
Got your name on my list,
Ya im bumpin your crib, im fuckin your bitch,
I put her to sleep, then I think of myself,
Call in evil things that I can do in my wealth,
Is that a bitch, im getting work, I never spare a bitch,
You getting murdered, in bloody gloves, with bloody shirt,
Tiger in my eyes, bitch you know who done the dirt, When I left I had a whole hundred in the magizine,
Now there none in the magizine,
It was a guy so he died at least a hundred time,
Looked him in his eyes right before I made him cry 
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| Street Money – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:48 AM PDT (feat. Flo-Rida) Yeah good looking E-Class, I needed that Nigga
What, Trilla, realer than fuck niggas [Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I’m out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I started flat broke, Now I’m poppin rubber bands
I know I’m the shit, I done ate a ton of spam
If the club poppin, I’ma burn a ton of hundred grams check the parking
lot pimpin, whip cost a hundred grand
I’m in love with shades, I got a thousand pairs
So that’s free game, for all you thousandairs
It’s funny sour d’s will smell sweet
All these niggas think they sell them on Canal Street
I’m sittin twelve feet
Fuck can you tell me, I let the 12′s beat
Nightmare on Elm Street
So don’t fall asleep, cause my life a dream
And they ain’t gotta speak
They know I’m spittin cheese [Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I’m out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
We got them bottles poppin soundin like they gun shots
Got the models balkin did all with one watch
I hit a lot markets, start’ em off with one block
People love the product, so my people come to shop
My uncle 65 he still sellin dope, he claim he petryfied
the field goin broke
It’s them Caddy Sevilles
Went from acid and pills, to elaborate deals
If you want status you kill
Cause a habit for real
When I step in the spot, treat the club like the
charts, I go straight to the top
They cost a stack, so dont step on the shoes
and ya know I’m strapped
I’ma play by the rules [Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I’m out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Take the good with the bad, In the club blowin your last
Ballin like I violated, Bottles keep me hydrated
Party up in skyscrapers, Parachute to Prebate
Pistol like a paratrooper, tell’em take it easy
Bitch is bad as can be, this her fantttttasy
left her panties at home
standin there thick as can be
R- I- C- K R- O- S- S standin there dressed fresh
gettin pussy, Hell Yes
Ross, Ross [Chorus: Flo-Rida]
You know me, I walked up in the spot the babys be goin’ crazy
While niggas bet he dippin you know they got that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
You know me, I stay up on my grind Like working that 9 to 5 plus hitting
that 95, I’m out to get that
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money
That Street Money, That street that street money 
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| I’m Not A Star – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:47 AM PDT Maybach music
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I’d die today, remember me like john lennon
Bury the louis, I’m talkin all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it’s december thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told em my partnah and help them faggots give em thirty
I told em I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Back on my benz, been in these bitches 830
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 1030
Goin on 12, go home and tell that man I’m lyin’
I got a bake sale, bitches stunnin for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that’s a dan marino
Talkin quarterbacks mean ya talkin quarter kilos
Niggas feel my pain, I aint even gotta say it
Where I come from if they be hopin thatcha payin
How I can save when all my niggas in the can
And by my brothers people, motherfucker take my hand Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I’m not a star [x4] All black Lamborghini, smokin on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he ricky Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I’m not a star [x4] I’m not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It’s a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
And I’m quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I’m a player catchin bitches like I’m TO
Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he neno
Three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
Pink ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork the TO
My niggas never sing if I need em I go to neo
Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo
Monday for monages and tuesday I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I’m not a star [x4] 
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| Tears Of Joy – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:44 AM PDT (feat. Cee-Lo Green) [Rick Ross - VERSE 1]
Smoking the best spliff in a brand new benz no I’d on the track let the story begin. begin…
Lookin in the mirror but I dont see much
Staring in the streets so I dont sleep much
Watching the snakes so they dont creep up
But the way I’m gettin dis money niggaz cant keep up
U niggaz cant keep up
Niggaz got beef but it cant be much
I’m still walking thru the crowds like I cant be touched
Top back all black gretsky puck
Ice skater lil later might let me fuck
Damn, she might let me fuck
Last night I cried tears of joy
Wat did I do to deserve this
Rock a rhyme on my wrist a year ago
I didnt even know dat bitches exist
Quarter milli for the muthafucka
No insurance on a muthafucka
Aint life a bitch, but you gotta keep her wet
Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set
Everybody knows I’ma alot of ppl’s threats
Biggie smalls in the flesh livin life after my death
Yesterday I read my horoscope
Tell me lord will I be poor and broke
Tell me lord will I be dealing dope
I wanna take my momma to the pocanoes [Cee-Lo - CHORUS]
WHHHHYYYYYYY
[Rick Ross]
BUT ONLY LORDS KNOWS
[Cee-Lo]
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY CANT SEE ME FINE
N I ASK WHEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME Y??
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING CAN EASE MY MIND
IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD I’m SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY [Rick Ross - VERSE 2]
Last nite I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this
Young rich muthafucka still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it
GOD damn a nigga made it cremated in the church lord knows I’m blessed
Write every lawyer so you know I’m stressed
A punch in the face get you 300k
Ask glad now he back makin minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of christ
But that bitch vivica nice
And I’m still swimming in ice
I’m just living my life
I’m just living my life
Lease a Lambourgini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch take her back to your place
Next mournin I can tell you how the pussy taste
I got expensive taste [Cee-Lo - CHORUS]
WHHHHYYYYYYY
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY CANT SEE ME FINE
N I ASK WHEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME Y??
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING CAN EASE MY MIND
IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD I’m SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY [Rick Ross - VERSE 3]
Last nite I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for M & Teel
All the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my rolly its about that time
White man had a problem wit mine
N we suppose 2 b shy??(shy)(shy)
The revolution still applies
Prolly still on the rise [Cee-Lo - CHORUS]
WHHHHYYYYYYY
TO ALL THE LOVE ONES I LEAVE BEHIND
BCUZ THEY CANT SEE ME FINE
N I ASK WHEN SUM1 WANTS 2 B ME Y??
NOT EVEN EVERYTHING CAN EASE MY MIND
IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND
MY GOD I’m SCARRED
I HAVE TATTOO TEARS OF JOY 
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| Live Fast, Die Young – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:41 AM PDT (feat. Kanye West) [Sample]
(And I wanna show you how you all look like beautiful stars tonight)
(You’ve got to feel it)
(I’ve got the sign) [Kanye West - Chorus]
They say we can’t be livin’ like this for the rest of our lives
Well, we gon’ be livin’ like this for the rest of tonight
And you know they gon’ be bangin’ this shit for rest of our lives
So live fast and die young, live fast and die young, live fast and die young [Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Livin’ fast now it’s all linen rags (Unn)
Hard headed but my top peelin’ back
Tinted glass on my ’57, nigga wit’ a attitude (Me)
Young and radical, methods are mathematical (Ha)
Let my convertible marinade on the avenue
Mommy that’s half a million, I’m livin’ la vida happy though
Die young but fuck it, we flew first class
Turned you to a rich bitch buy you first class
Up in this bitch and we lit up like a screen
Everytime we hit the charts niggas shoot up like a phene (Unn)
Stuntin’ like we printin’ money wit’ machines
Which you see me wavin’ Visorone Constantine (Unn)
Like Mike my spikes they all white
twenty fo’ carat gold, baby carats worth of ice
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
I live for the moment and put a bullet on it (Boss)
Got the club rockin’ like a fuckin’ boat
I’m the pirate on this ship, all you mates got to go
The party over here, everybody over here
You know the word travel fast, everybody know we here (Yeah)
Bottles over here, even spread it over there
All the models over here but they swallow everywhere (Yeah)
She came to party like it’s 1999
If she died on my dick
She would live through my rhymes [Chorus] [Kanye West - Verse 2]
For all my young ladies that’s drivin’ Miss Daisy
Drivin’ me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the rrrt, she beat up the payment
I don’t give a rrrt, baby he craazzy
I’m back by unpopular demand, least he still poppin’ in Japan
Shoppin’ in Milan, hoppin’ out the van
Screams from the fans
“Yeezy, always knew you’d be on top againnn”
And we ’bout to hit Jacob the jeweler
So I could be like Slick Rick and rule ya
Dr. Martin Louis the King Jr.
And I’ma never let the dream turn to Kruegers
My outfit’s so disrespectful
You could gon’ ahead and sneeze ’cause my presence blessed you
I mean, we walked in this bitch so stylish
Niggas done mistook me for my stylist
And I know it’s superficial and ya say it’s just clothes
But we shoppin’ in that motherfucker and they just closed
So go ahead and just pose
When she walked up out the dressin’ room
The store just froze
And I know, they trying to get their cool back
And them ghetto bitches hollin’ “How you do that?” (Un)
So they could never say we never lived it
And if I see Biggie tonight I loved every minute [Chorus] [Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Peter piper pickin’ peppers, Rick pitched poems
My leather long enough to keep a thick bitch warm
When her ass is enormous
Abs abnormal and tans in the morning on sands in California
Seems like we gettin’ money for the wrong things
Look around Maseratis for the whole team
Look at Haiti, children dyin’ ’round the clock nigga
I sent a hundred grand but that’s a decent watch nigga
I’m gettin’ better ’cause it would’ve leased the drop nigga
I’ma get my money right just watch nigga
She had a miscarriage I couldn’t cry though
‘Cause you and I know she was only my side hoe
(Un) I got ‘em catchin’ amnesia
Time to pull my fuckin’ minks out the freezer
See the links and you just think Jesus
I’m hot till a day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I multiplied my money through different avenues
Took many awards
Shook never before and for my mother I applaud
Ms. Afeni Shakur
Ice insured, fuck life insurance
Three bad bitches, dope come concurrent
Still, you know the dope won’t stop
If I die today bury me in a dope ass watch [Chorus] [Sample]
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) 
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| Super High – Rick Ross Posted: 04 Aug 2010 06:40 AM PDT (feat. Ne-Yo) Uh….uh….uh [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too
Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin’ with my goons
Big Pop’s & Sade’s, Cirocs & Chardonnay
My Cassie’s sassy, so my penthouse my balloon
We doin’ it big, it’s goin’ down, 9/11
I’m doin’ it big, pullin’ up in a 911
I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it’s now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
…We shinin’ when it’s pitch dark
Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part
Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I’m accomplishin’
I’m beatin’ niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton [Chorus: Ne-Yo]
All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high)
Put your eyes… to the sky, that’s where you’ll find meee (ooh ooh ooh) Cuz we are…. we are…. super hiiiigh
Ooh yeah, ooh yeah {Bring your sexy ass here baby} [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
and she ain’t ever, ever, ever gotta take ‘em back
I wanna take my bitch around the globe
Hawaii, hand glidin’ in the mountains, shittin’ on these hoes
..Rare bottoms by the barrel
Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it’s American Apparel
20,000 up in Barneys, haters’ll never harm me
Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army
Andele, andele, baby move fast
She drop it down and bring it back, I like that
I wanna buy my bitch every bag
so she ain’t ever, ever, ever gotta take ‘em back [Chorus] [Bridge: Rick Ross]
If you lookin’ for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look
I’m super fly, I’m super high
You gettin’ yours? I’m gettin’ mine [Verse 3: Ne-Yo]
Women of a caliber
only seen in magazines and calendars
And I’m sitting with Miss October
cuz my birthday’s in October
Strawberry and her Rosé on
I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me
and later on we gonna mosy..
to a place where it’s populated and get
durty [Rick Ross]
If you lookin’ for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book
Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look [Ne-Yo]
Put your eyes to the sky, that’s where you’ll find meee (ooh ooh ooh)
Cuz we are, we are super high
ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Bridge: Rick Ross] [Scratched several times]
What the fuck are they yellin’ ? Super hiiighhh 
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