Keep'n On lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
(Ayy, yo, Joell
Let them know what's really goin' on)
Yeah, yeah, check, uh
I been nice since twenty-five cent Icees
On the low everybody wish they rhymed just like me
Before I got engaged, I had like five, six wifeys
An apartment in the cut where they would ride dick nicely
I'd send 'em to the Chinese to buy shit nightly
Tell 'em extra hot sauce 'cause I liked my shit spicy
Fast forward to these wings on my i8
And I just left China, had a show on July 8th
That's life full circle
My whole team eat, I got a tight, full circle
The type who'll hurt you but don't look scary
Too near me? The hooks vary
You clearly won't see it coming
Phones out, the world see you running
But beef corny, I done went vegan
Enjoying this green, eating
I sweep my street, no more street sweeping
But every now and then, I give these beats beatings
Just to remind you that Joell Ortiz gon' keep keepin' on
Yeah, yeah, keepin' on
Yeah, yeah, uh, check
I played the benches in the trenches
Where hustle man would sell you anything under his trenches
One time he sold us wrenches
We opened up the pump and tried to drench this
One nigga, he spun around and fired at us senseless
We hopping over fences, son got grazed in his neck
Try to wet the wrong nigga, get wet..
I learned respect that day
'80s baby, used to hate the Bradys
My father figure was some hardheaded nigga that used to sell 380's
Four and better on the dice, plastic cup with ice
I got a dub, I beat the deuce twice, your arm too light
Random, I'll never win a food fight
I can't throw grub
I went to bed hungry a few nights, that's true life
Most the shit I do writes 'bout things that I ain't do right
I glorify some shit that I regret, and that's what you like
But all of it ain't your fault, sometimes it's therapeutic
And talking 'bout the stupid shit I did be sounding stupid over rough music
Timbs look harder once you add a couple scuffs to it
Dirty some shit, I'm always up to it
I 'member when subs and tweeters used to knock trunks
And six to eight C or D batteries made your box bump
Keepin' on
Uh
I walk up in the mall like, yo, I can shop all night
But I'll just take this Yankee hat from Lids, pair of raw Nikes
Maybe them number 4 Mikes
I cruise through the avenues where booze turn feuds into murder
Your rep is everything, can't be the dude we never heard of
'Cause bitches don't fuck them niggas
They don't scrape they knees on project roofs just to suck them niggas
I crumbled drug money but ironed my outfits
Never pleaded fifths, was first to pull out fifths
A fifth of Henny and some good marijuana
Had me feeling extra good while I pushed Tijuana through the hood
Used to yearn for a whip with a sunroof
Just bought my kids a crib, put skylights in my son roof
A lot of stories, but they all lead to one truth
Talk your shit, but yo, nobody is gun proof
Mattress on the floor, I used to lay out and stretch
Tissue top of the cassette, 'bout to tape this new Stretch
Things ringing outside, I hope my niggas ain't stretched
God bless
Keepin' on
Shake Dat Je'llo lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Come on shake that Jell-O
Baby, let me see you move that Jell-O
Ooh, so soft, that Jell-O
Sometimes I wanna bite that Jell-O
Bounce that Jell-O, bounce it
And wiggle you outfit
I'll come climb that mountain
Look all around at all this Jell-O
What they put in that Jell-O?
No, no, no, that's not pudding, that's Jell-O
You can't tell the difference from Jell-O?
Hello, Jell-O
Look how it wiggle
Come on, be nice and give me a little
Aight, let me smack that Jell-O
I not rough, I tap that Jell-O
I lie, I attack that Jell-O
Back, back, back, back, back that Jell-O
There's nothing sweeter than Jell-O
Mida, por favor dame Jell-O
The way you bend over
Look over you shoulder
And Jell-O get closer
Makes mi cobra say hola
Jell-O, Jell-O
Mmh, no snack like Jell-O
You panty get swallowed by Jell-O
I lost, I just follow the Jell-O
Hah, I like waist and Jell-O
Give me everything, do not waste the Jell-O
Can't replace the Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Mami, mami, make it Jell-O
Come on, shake that Jell-O
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Mmh, what's you favorite Jell-O?
So many different flavor Jell-O
What kind of Jell-O do you want?
I like the one, you see Jell-O from the front
Don't tease me with Jell-O
Stay here, don't leave with the Jell-O
Rotate that Jell-O
We hungry, donate that Jell-O
Up, down, Jell-O
Left, right, Jell-O
Don't hold back, show the Jell-O
A nice big bowl of that Jell-O, woah
I don't think they ready for the Jell-O, no
They cannot handle the Jell-O, no
I always ready for the Jell-O, yo
I got my hands on the Jell-O, woah
Jell-O
Jell-O
Jell-O
Jell-O
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh, ooh
It's me, Chacho
Taking over for the 2019, the 2020
You suckers
Box Talk lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
Box talk...
Box talk...
Let this shit go around once
You nah' mean? Let it do its due diligence
Check (Yaowa)
I should get my liquor license, I'm just out here with bars
Lied when I said I'm from Mars, I'm actually from far, another quasar
But hey, y'all, let's not go AWOL
I'm built for every war
No metaphor said before can describe shit like this
Slight twitch, I might just
Go in the booth and turn up every mic switch
To frequencies of high pitch
Communicate with the beat 'til you take a defeat
I'll RuPaul you in your hood, drag your name through the streets
Nothin' sweet, catch diabetes seizures staring at heat
That I keep up under the fleece stuffed with London geese
Ovengold turkey and cheese, bag of Funyuns, jeez
Can a nigga eat what he wanna eat?
I ain't sexy, I'm street
Fuck bitches with my Timbs on my feet
And a toothpick in my teeth while we listen to Sheek
I tried to fuck Cherokee, she just ain't get in the Jeep
When it come to digging these freaks
I pass out and pass gas
Basically I do this shit in my sleep
The pussy good, you get a kiss on the cheek
And then a kiss on the cheek
Back to business went from rags to riches
Got rich and threw the rag back on my head after the bread, let's get it
I blame Brooklyn for the vulgar talk and shoulder walk
Watch them cars, drive-bys is like a motor sport
Shout out to my downtown niggas who literally hold the Fort
Might slight over to Barclays and parlay
At 40/40 with the .40 on me, I know the security
My jewelry ain't too gaudy, but niggas is corny
Sometimes you got make examples and add to your story
Every legend that I know went through to hell to get glory
I want the DeLorean parked near my 740
I'm stressed, jogging in the park at like 7:40
My oldest son said he sexing his shorty
Told him I don't want no episodes of Maury
Cover your Ortiz up
And don't be laying up with fourteen sluts
With fifteen hundred dollar butts from DR, be smart
But if he anything like me, he'll be a fucking retard
You know the apple never falls too far
I fucked every apple bottom that came too close
Oh, this the second time you came? You gross
I got a love-hate relationship with squirters
I love to see it happen, hate I gotta change the curtains
And my comforter, but some of 'em is worth it, wet
Box talk...
Box talk...
Brooklyn What lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
What?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
(Ayy, son, come here for a second
Come here, don't move)
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
(Yaowa)
Let me hold that chain, I'll be right back
Yeah, it's like that
Don't have this fifth liftin' your Nike hat
I push your shit to a city bike rack
Brooklyn, somebody tell the city I'm back (He's back)
Back in the booth with the drugs
That bag ain't right, you know I don't do the clubs (No way)
My niggas do the mask, no gloves
Revolvers, them shells come back home with us
We don't do too much of that chit-chat
Don't get killed for that bitch, I just hit that
Lil' homie, she a dub, y'all can fix that
Rolex green Sub' on the wrist wrap
A nigga feelin' good, got the blurry
I'm in here tryna dub on the ugly women
I bought the last bottles, y'all ante up
I ain't felt like this since "Ante Up"
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what?
Brooklyn, what? (Check)
Shit switch once we hit the scene
This whole shit a movie, and trust me I know how to make a scene
I'm spinning everything in my jeans (What else?)
Pour little alpha, my homies in the gangster lean
We gon' party in they honor, shake it harder, lil' mama
I don't wanna be alone, I got this room around the corner
With the sauna, we could burn some marijuana and fuck
But for now I got the waitress holdin' sparklers up (Ayy)
Homie, here's a suggestion, stay in your section
My niggas love to pop and you just got they attention
I know it's loud in here but I'ma need you to listen
You too turned up, don't turn up missing
Now back to you, shawty, heard you said they corny
All them niggas actin' funny over there (Say what?)
But nah, don't diss him 'cause his pieces ain't hit
Shit, all the real money over here
Brooklyn, what?...
Cant Stop Wont Stop lyrics - Salaam Remi & Joell Ortiz
Uh
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Pick up new bitches, front on old thots, my door locked
Windows tinted but they know who in it
But I'll be gone in sixty seconds, blew your New York minute
You had a run, now you're finished, your shoe box diminished
Your nine probably rusty, got like two slugs in it
My hitters spin the block, they gon' spin the whole block
We throw bricks in the tub and spin back the whole block 'til it's rock
The type of time I'm on, I got this
Lookouts watch for cops, I just cop new watches
Bands in my pockets, boy, the knots obnoxious
Diddy Bop in the spot as I cop Cirocs
Is homegirl tryna inch her way here?
She whispered, "Where I know you from?" I told her, "Everywhere"
Glasses in the air, boy, let's toast to the official
And please no issues, you know they let us in with pistols, nigga
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Tell these new kids that I let fours pop, a dome shot
Put your thoughts on that block where you trap
They'll find braids in the store near that lottery rack
Everybody ain't for the grind, but me? This is mine
Never had any pets, but my dog food a nine
Down to your last dime, I'm not the one you try to line
I know where you get a cut, they won't have nothin' to line
Flick it up one time and send letters to the mountains
To them black hoody niggas who was peddling the mountains
We had TEC's on the Treks, turn your chest into a fountain
Then clap the nigga next to you for shouting
And ride off subtle, like I ain't just done it
Leave you there in a puddle, staring up at nothin'
I never started trouble, but I don't run from it
I just confront it and my AK keep it one hundred
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop (Uh)
Can't stop, won't stop, new whip, old block
Turn this shit all the way up to your trunk knock the blood clot
I'm looking 'round, these niggas must've forgot
Alright, alright, I let you niggas eat enough on my block
Daddy's home, I showed up in my slippers
These bitches that you cuffing, I fuck 'em through my zipper
You smoking blunts with her, she shotty in the whip
I'm smokin blunts dolo with the shotty in the whip
No, I ain't dripping sauce, this a whole different cloth
Sound like 9/11 when I dip off in the Porsche
Keep somethin' in the glove, but the glove won't fit, of course
My attorneys go to war, I disrespect the law
I'll disrespect your face with this razor, let it pour
Open up your cheek, they'll see your teeth through your jaw
I keep the tools with me, I'm a handyman for sure
Sometimes you gotta fix a nigga up 'til he's no more, blah
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
Yeah, and you can't stop
Yeah, and you won't stop
MURDER ONE lyrics - Fred The Godson, Joell Ortiz & The Heatmakerz
These tears are no longer for you baby
These tears are no longer for you baby
(Heatmakers, crack music)
These tears...
These tears...
[Fred the Godson:]
It's Gordo!
Trey lab with Fred, we can turn it Beirut
Get head in your bed, fingers all in your bae roots (Haha)
She wildin' off, I'm like a shot of that Grey Goose
Don't care for my eclairs, lick a shot at ya grey goose
The illest to illustrate it
The realest if skill's debated (That's true)
Still they hated, like, "Fuck your lyricism"
Ten forty belows, constructive criticism
Gordo... Joell
Go slow, gas blow, oh well
Gettin' that cake, cash and love, gotta go to the scale
On a plate, mask and gloves, I ain't go to Modell's
Feinds in Hell, stuff went well
Before I was workin' with Lil' Puffs like Andre Harrell
This is for my hood niggas waitin' on a cell
All my niggas up north with they weight up in the cell
I'm [?]
[Method Man, Joell Ortiz & Fred the Godson:]
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these niggas act up and I'ma (Murder one)
I wish a nigga would jump so I could (Murder one)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these niggas act up so I could (Murder one)
I wish a nigga would jump and I'ma (Murder one)
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uh, wait up though
Was on that corner up on the crate before The Wake Up Show
Thirty two back, only cooked twenty eight up though
I ain't just blow, straight up, I had straight up blow
Technos and Jojos, no Jacob glow
Bright goals and fo-fo's lift your face up, bro
I could tell the kind of stories you can't make up though
Being myself allowed me to fuck them make-up hoes
You could have this bitch back, I ain't gon' take your hoe
Just know if the pussy good that we gon' break up slow
I write hits and buy kicks
Fly shit and I ain't never been inside Kif
I might be trippin' but I feel like these niggas forgot
Let me remind 'em like rewinding the Kennedy shot (blagh)
I'm still Muhammed with the word vomit
This cash is heavy as clay in my jean pocket
[Method Man, Joell Ortiz & Fred the Godson:]
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these niggas act up and I'ma (Murder one)
I wish a nigga would jump so I could (Murder one)
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, th-th-three, two, murder one lyric at your door
Let one of these niggas act up so I could (Murder one)
I wish a nigga would jump and I'ma (Murder one)
FELIZ NAVIDAD lyrics - Fred The Godson, Joell Ortiz & The Heatmakerz (feat. Jim Jones)
And now we're flyin' through the stars
I hope this night will last forever
(Heatmakerz, crack music)
[Jim Jones:]
Uh, I be kickin' the realest, I could feel the shit comin' on
My man had a shootout, jump in the car while his gun was warm
Red carpets posin' in watches I spent a hunnid on
Backin' out in foreigns for every time that I got fronted on
Trips to the jeweler just to see my reflection
Twenty K in the club just to leave an impression
God bless Big and Pac but I'm ridin' wit' the hitters
In them foreign drop-tops, you know, survival of the littest, uh
Told Fred I don't be kickin' all the metaphors
But if I told you how low that I still could get it for
We could break it all down into that ready raw
Tell me the truth, what is you ready for?
[Joell Ortiz:]
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas
[Fred the Godson:]
It's Gordo!
Bring it back, I'll cook the rest of it (Let's go)
I want exacts, I don't need estimates (Nah)
Look at that, I mean what's left of it
You'll work it off on your second shift (Okay)
I got records with rappers in the same game (Fact)
Feds takin' pictures of the beige Range (Fact)
I had to snub just to flame things
Ironic how they wore bugs 'til the raid came
They still live in color (Color)
'Member Jim Carrey and Ivory Wayne? ('Member?)
Well, we from the gutter (Uh huh)
I know what jim carry and we ivory way (Whew)
Still bringin' down the raw, bring it
These some tall ass Knicks, just call 'em Porziņģis (Heh)
Nobody sober wit'chu now, move coke
Minesota, I was wiggin' in them towns
I'm done
[Joell Ortiz:]
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas
Young blood, what it look like? I cook white (Cyeah)
Hood nights in the Jecks, duckin' that Suge Knight
Yeah, the Def came and rose, you ain't a friend, you a foe
If this new nigga your man, it's best that you let 'em snow (Word)
'Cause anybody could get it, I lift it, believe I hit it
I ain't stopped it from spittin' 'til the hammer started clickin'
Took the barrel to kept turnin' but the metal sound different (Ping)
To the cases stop jumpin' out the side like all my bitches (Haha)
I'm a major league dealer, I could tell you 'bout pitchin'
How to split the balls up on homeplates inside your kitchen
Startin' with the fire, when they hook, that's when you switchin'
Cut down on the speed and watch the fiends go down swingin' (Woo)
I turn the pad to a dugout where bad bitches got dug out
Kept a dresscode, only dimes inside the clubhouse
Knocked it out the park, then I throw the bat and glove out
Yeah, that pop was fly now you gotta get the fuck out
Kept it real in the field but still some of you hate me
Your eyes wanna lie but they cry like why you ain't me
Pinstripes on me, I look wavy in my navy blue Yankee
Like you lost the instructions, don't make me (Huh)
Feliz Navidad got 'em out here with the drug dealers
Sippin' eggnog with the robbers and thug niggas
Sleddin' through these streets in these toys while they ice grill us
This Christmas I'm buyin' all my shooters new nine millas
Times like these, people wanna get high
Real high and real fast
And this is gonna do it
Mona Lisa (2018) - Joell Ortiz with Apollo Brown
- Brushstrokes
- Reflection
- My Block
- Cocaine Fingertips
- Grace Of God
- That Place
- Word...
- Decisions
- Timberlan'd Up
- Come Back Home
- Mona Lisa
- Flashback (Reissue Bonus Track)
- About It (Reissue Bonus Track)
- Master Peace (Reissue Bonus Track)
- Timberlan'd Up (Remix) (Reissue Bonus Track)
Brushstrokes lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
You know a lot has changed nowadays
People don't make art no more
People don't make music as if, as if it was a canvas
They don't even care no more
I remember when, when makin' music
Was like taking a stroke of the brush
And creating something that would live on for years
That would last a lifetime
Maybe something out there like a Mona Lisa
Reflection lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Mmm, mmm, mmm... life takes some interestin' turns, don't it?
It's all good, just can't get off the road
I ain't gon' lie, a lot of this is hard to take
I'm watchin' 'em praise the 'okay' and overlook the 'great'
I'm not sayin' that they ain't straight
I'm just sayin' that..nevermind, no matter what they gon' turn this shit into hate
So fuck it, let it alone
Headphones, dead in a zone like Rick and Michonne
I'm feelin' better on my own
Took a sec for me to accept that next time I'm on the road won't be no Crook, won't be no Royce, won't be no Joe
Just lookin' at the Hudson river right now, sittin' on the rocks feelin' like my reflection's life reflection, is it not?
Some people bought the ferry, other people dock a yacht
But the waves keep crashin' while the ducks just sit and watch
Sometimes, I daydream about me sittin' at the top
I see the clubs goin' crazy everytime my record drop
I see plaques on the wall and glass cases for awards that I done got
Performin' for like a million a pop
The truth is, it's like one in a million to pop
And the only artists that really get the millions is Pop
Bein' simple is a yes and bein' skilled is a not
Havin' substance is lame, usin' substance is hot
So here I am still the hottest nigga in my barber shop to get a number one but not that number one spot
I'm in a weird place, my fans don't expect me on the charts
Guess when you gifted, sometimes you rap yourself into a box
But still I jot
The way I put words together look complex so whatever
But still I jot
I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart
I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see if y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot
Four chicken wings fried hard with pork friend rice
Egg roll, two duck sauces will suffice
Fill my stomach up until it's time to get nice
Five sink cups, juice to chase it, a bag of ice
Whatever be decided, we gon' sip on that nice
Pocket full of work so fiends can come and get right
Two green, one red dice, you call a point through the weed smoke
Hammer underneath coat
That A-B'll lead to C ya later when that D-E choke
Just leave broke
Keep minutes on your cell, a sneaker box to diggin' for your bail
And a team full of hitters who wouldn't tell
Wanna get it off quicker, then don't be stingy on that scale
Stuffed 'em, sandwich bags overpacked to twelve-twelves
Be on your fourth re before the first flip sells
That's the pre-music Joell, a Joell these check writin' executives don't really know well
I should win a Nobel
From carryin' my pieces to guardin' my prize possessions to Peace God, yeah, that was Marshall in my session
Now that I think about it, bring another bottle to my section
Let's celebrate that my apartment ain't from Section
Meat no more
Ain't no more hungry nights
Momma, we don't wait no more
The First don't hold weight no more
I tell that waiter wait, no more
I gotta watch my figure, can't put on weight no more (why?)
'Cause if I truly want a shot at the top I gotta drop
That's what they said
I guess I'll jog before I jot
The way I put words together look complex so whatever
But still I jot
I'm just speakin' from my heart, my bad if I come off smart
I'm just tryna jot down a couple lines and see if y'all like a couple of my rhymes as I-as I jot
And there you have it
That all
Heh
My Block lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Please don't hang around with me
Careful where I'm from, bruh
Don't play your games with me
Shit
I'm from that project right there in Brooklyn, Cooper
13th Buildin', 7 story high
But, oh boy, did they let it fly
And there we have it
I 'member the first time I gave someone a buck fifty
And they blood hit me
I was drunk, pissy, screamin, "boy, don't fuck wit' me"
A buck sixty wet, five-seven, but a threat
My boo step in Fifty-Four-Elevens through the 'jects
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
We smoke L's in the stairs, sip Cisco with thots
The best head was on a roof, that was top notch top
My Glock cocked
Bubble Goose, I move red tops
Nickels, five dollars a pop
5 for 20, they cop like clockwork
I cop work, get Kenny to chef it
R.I.P. to the best coke, Cookie a legend
A half a G of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays
Me no play
This jump off my hip, you DOA
See your way through my E's if you ain't from my hood
'Cause askin' for a buildin' number ain't good
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Yeah, that's us
Chillin' in front of the buildin', made a killin', drug dealin'
And we don't bust traps in front of children or old folk
We grown folk, villains
Tryna devise a plan to turn these grams into a million
I don't wanna be civilian
Too spoiled for a 9 to 5
Baby, I'm alive to be the guy my hood could idolize
I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy
And get the stock rims, revitalized
Pop up out the car, watch like surprised, I buy a prize
Invite 'em with my team watchin' cable
Only time of servin' squares in my circle is at the table
Add 'em a lil' water, that Eve, I hit the block
Long as I got that 'caine, I'm able to flip the rock
I swear to god, I finger-fuck this fortyorty like we in a orgy
And have these bullets shakin' up whoever comin' for me
Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings
Like them old school forefinger joints, my name ring
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block
I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot
Yeah, yeah
Real easy, real careful
Walk lightly through my hood
Hehe, word up
Cocaine Fingertips lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
How did all of this trouble begin?
Livin' in America!
There's nothing wrong
Ahem, yeah, I hope this right here is the one
Before I say anything that offends you
I just wanna say, "fuck you and every male that you look up to"
Yo' daddy, brother, and uncle
Your basketball coach, the public school mascot
That used to hug you
That Pastor that butt-fucked you, holy shit
Yeah, holy shit
Who's the boney bitch you had livin' in the holy pic'
Clothes that don't really fit?
That's the new rap homie kit
Who's the boney bitch screamin', "I don't do this"
Then they blow the dick just like a pro
And spit like every hoe I know and shit
I off the top rope a bitch
Nikolai Volkoff a bitch
Grab my bulge a bit and tell a hoe to come cough on this
The headboard bangin' on the wall and shit
Neighbors bang on the wall and shit
'Cause I'm bangin' the walls and shit
Bangin' that off the wall and shit
For real, why that? Where that Barry White at?
I said I'm daddy in these blankets, baby leave that mic jack (Hehe)
I can't believe that she believed that I'd really be right back
Shit, what's her name again?
Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb
Can't even feel the words on my tongue
Got them cocaine fingertips
You gon' be high as a kite as I recite the pure white that I write off these
Cocaine fingertips, this that in front of the store
What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy
Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit
The nerve of anybody on this Earth that think they like me
I'm Godzilla in Japan way back in five-three, five-four
The raw fresh off the jaw, Loch ness monster on the high seas
Sometimes I ask myself, 'yo, where they find me?'
My mind be on Interstellar, extraterrestrial
Biochemical, celestial weaponry
I can think you into residue (Pew)
Don't even need the worst of me to get the best of you (You)
A couple healthy words from me and turns you vegetable
Any rapper is edible
I'll clap you off your pedestal
Pedal you on the back of my Vespa to an incredible
Desolate Desert __cpLocation next to some sort of federal military installation
Install some more lead in you then make you write 'yaowah'
A million times in blood, legible (Do it again)
Some people say I'm not normal
No formal introduction needed 'cause if I see you, I am not cordial
Hold this fist across your head, that's how I forewarn you
Cocaine fingertips, when I get dumb, I get numb
Can't even feel the words on my tongue
Got them cocaine fingertips, you gon' be high as a kite
As I recite the pure white that I write off these
Cocaine fingertips, this that in front of the store
What I'ma cut it for? It's all raw, boy
Them cocaine fingertips, yeah, that's some good shit
Yeah, bruh, that shit is-that shit is really potent, yo
Grace Of God lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz (feat. DJ Los)
Just put the headphones on
It sounds so nice
By the - grace of - God
Grace of - grace of - God
Grace of - grace of
We all crabs in the barrel just chose to my climbing in
Barb wired ankles, I was winnin' half the battle
I'm from where the worst thing that you could ever do is tattle
They'll zip ya mouth shut then zip you up and skedaddle
I used to walk through the pees and jump from my own shadow
Them mountain bike niggas a clap you, you tryna haggle
For that chain or that bracelet or that watch or that ring
It's off the chain, brace yourself and watch out when it ring
Gum wrappers in my mouth folded up like fronts
I even took them shits out when I rolled up my blunts
I wanted to be like the dealers, fear like the killers
Fresh like the boosters, attitude what the deal is?
Niggas aks me where I'm from and I'd say Brooklyn proud
Wore my Tims all year round and my kush was loud
And the police, they did the same shit y'all seein' now
Except camera phone wasn't out
By the - grace of - God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
By the - grace of - God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
I'm just a product of where the youngins move product
We all believe in God but we look up to the shottas
Iron in my goose, test my pride, I let it loose
Just Boys in the Hood that watched Menace to Society and Juice
I never wanted to go that route
I felt like Cuba in the car without the heart to tell Doe to let me out
I hope God don't judge me when he judge me
The devil work pretty damn hard to make it ugly
Know everything that glitter ain't hold but man that ice made all glitter look cold
Thought I was plain without that flicker that glow
Now that I'm wise I realized that all I did was hide
Long as they staring at that chain they won't look inside my eyes
And see the pain, see the hurt, see the person I disguise
Can't write about it all if there's no words that could describe the
Images in my head that visit in my bed
If I ain't talk to the Lord man spiritual I'd be dead
By the - grace of - God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
By the - grace of - God, God, God, God
G-God, God, God, G-God, G-God, G-God
By the grace of God I escaped that place
By the skin of my teeth
I'm here though
Still here though
That Place lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Here we go again, huh?
I'll meet you over there
I can't stand that place man
Never know what's gonna happen in there man
Good news, bad news, shit
Pacin' back and forth in that hospital hall
No phone signal, I could get a call
Ain't speak to doctors at all
My homie voice in my head
Like you got a game today? I'm watching you ball
I'll be there soon, lemme stop at the store
Had one of them off games where I couldn't get a shot to just fall
The coach benched me it's 40 suttin' to like, forgot what's the score
I open my flip to a barrage of missed calls
Some from anonymous but a lot that I know
I hit my partner back yo
He like it's "Rah, my nigga, they shot him up Joe"
I'm like "What?" He like "I'm parked outside the park man let's go"
I left my gym bag and hopped in, not him we just chopped it up
He said he was on his way to watch me shoot and now they shot him up
I'm in the ER like where my boy, man, they shot him up
A bloody gurney races by, he looks at me, they shot him up
To ICU, I lost my homie on that 3rd floor
Can't believe that I'm the last person he saw
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I can't even stand the smell of that place
It's the scent of sickness and death, tears dwell on your face
They whisper news but it hit you like they yelled in your face, man
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I mean no disrespect to what the nurses or the doctors do
Sometimes y'all make a miracle appear from the impossible
But when my people there gettin' outta there's an obstacle
Pacin' back and forth in that hospital hall
No phone signal, I could not get a call
Ain't hear from doctors at all
My momma voice in my head like this ain't a game
Don't let them condoms come off
But I want to feel it so I'ma go raw
Just one time, but one time mean every time
And one time that fun ain't quite pull out in time and now it's son time
I walk into the room, throw on some scrubs, my baby mom's pushin'
Screaming for that depo shot, squeezin' on my arm lookin'
Down at her private cryin' in hopes to hear cryin'
I am in shock as the top of his head came poking out
Why is it split in half
That's when I notice he was feet first, breech birth
Umbilical round his neck and made him breathe worse
They tryna reposition him before she deliver, I'm prayin' please work
My 1st born cannot meet Earth before he meet Earth
The cord unravels, the battle's won, tears pour
I can't believe that I'm the first person he saw
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I can't even stand the smell of that place
It's the scent of sickness and death, tears dwell on your face
They whisper news but it hit you like they yelled in your face, man
I swear to God I hate the hospital
I mean no disrespect to what the nurses or the doctors do
Sometimes y'all make a miracle appear from the impossible
But when my people there gettin' outta there's an obstacle
RIP all the fallen soldiers
You gone but you still here though
Welcome to all the new life, yeah
Word... lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Mmh
Not true though
Shit
These bitches tell it all, you ain't special nigga
This what that pussy whipped pillow talk will get ya
You ain't even knew I knew Vanessa did ya, that's besides the point
From manhunt to escapin' that manhunt when we robbed the joint
We smoked Ls to the brain on the roof
Washed it down with a cup of E&J and a loose
We got fly and rode trains to the deuce
When I got signed I had models let niggas run train and chuck deuce
But when the change low, here the change go
And real niggas never 'posed to mention when they exchange doe
Them quote unquote loans was gifts, did I complain?
No, 'cause you was my nigga
Now my nigga tryna line me up but trust me boy I'm ready fam
I got a whole lotta fetty and my shooters got a steady hand
So you come try to take what I used to offer
And that block where you stand is that block they gon' scrape you off of
Word to my mother
Word to my mother
I can't stand you, you can't stand me
Later on that night, fine and dandy
We break up Monday, Tuesday family
That was just us though 'cause you was my candy
Sweeter than a liquor-ish twizzler, thicker than a Snicker
My lil snack, I go way back witcha
I payed ya mom's rent when that welfare dissed her
I put hands on that dude that used to hit your sister
For this song you'll be Melissa
Melissa you let me down, I tohught you'd always my hitta
My hitta been makin' rounds, I saw the paperwork off Victor
You pointin' niggas out singing' like the Pointer Sisters, damn nigga
What you gon' say, you'd never tell on me?
Or put a cell on me? Not Joell Ortiz
Do me a favor lose that number to that cell on me
And respectfully get the hell outta my Vee
Word to my mother
Word to my mother
Wow
Decisions lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Mmm...
Oh boy
I'm just sayin', I should just... I don't know
Think about this man, think about this road
A lot to lose, man
Uh
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, now which way I'ma go
Keep moving this fire blow or spit a fire flow
Git the booth or hit the stoop and watch the sirens glow
Carry a gat or a napsack, my nigga, I don't know
Decisions, decisions, writtens are sick in the kitchen
Ryhme flex or Pyrex, which is your vision?
Hit the block or book a studio block
Push a rock or push yourself to rock a number one spot, hmm
Hit 'em with that bounce and find a nice pocket
Or stash another 8-ball in your side pocket
Kill 'em with the talent or kill 'em with talons
Metaphors and similes or meddle with chimineys
Small hallways or songs all day
Carry a sword off gauge or get hauled off stage, hmm
Hit the plug and get a quarter or write some quotes, boy
Have 'em like, 'That boy dope!' or be a dope boy
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Get it in my neighbourhood or fuck up the city
12 12 skinnies or plug up the mitty
Have the fiends feeling like they base jumping
'Cause your base jumping or get that base jumping
Decisions, decisions, trust me, this wasn't too easy
Stay in trap or try to rap and keep up with Weezy
Try to impress Nas, Jay and Eazy, get your CD
Up in piece and riches or keep gettin' rich off the PC
Show off in that whip 'cause your album is sick or shit
Pull up to that bitch 'cause you're Alpo and rich
Go in and out of town to get that show money
Or go in and out of town to get that low money
Fill that sneaker box, 999 trap money
Or W9s, 99s and tax money
Working single non-stop until you make it crack
Or that powder in a pot until you make it crack
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Decisions, decisions
Honestly, I don't know what to do
This rap don't pay the bills but these crills, man they move
But if I go to jail, man I lose
Timberlan'd Up lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz (feat. Royce Da 5'9)
Uh
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Yeah yeah
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Haha, word up
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Huh
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
[Joell Ortiz:]
Uh, if this was my first impression, I'd be not impressed
This generation held hands, and skipped a lot of steps
Don't need a navi to find these people that I address
I had Rocawear in my dresser, these niggas rock a dress
Let's rewind to that play button that I would press
My walkman never hopped off my hip, I'm hip-hop to death
And seem to still be breathing, I ain't leaving till I'm out of breath
Weezing, I'll still squeeze in some speaking to get up off my chest
Don't toot horns, your hero? Lukewarm
If we sparred it'd be so hard to recover my shoehorn from his ass
I just laugh at the masses, I'm flabbergasted
The fact is, that we had average so long we lowered the standards
I stand here as a stand-out act, and can't understand how y'all all standing and clap at this rap, like it's outstanding
I've withstanded enough, take this bitch hand and a snuff
And I'll book you like promoters that hit your manager up
You could be on the floor bleeding
If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
[Royce Da 5'9:]
The problem with the shit you say, is y'all just A-B-C
My father's a G, you D-A, I reside in the D
You ever try to play with me, must be A-D-B
You gon' have to hire Triple A, just to fly the A-3-C
How could you kill a man who you ain't socially psychotic as
I wrote this beat on papyrus, in the Pyramid in B.C
You gon' see these Timberlands in 3D
You gon' be able to smoke the tree that's on the side of these on GP
As far as war, man I'm' bout as prepared
As my grandma is for prayer, and I'm a rich player
No hand-outs at all, dawg
I rode this mothafucker, guns stuck to me
I watched the wheels fall off, then I ran out of despair
I send niggas atcha' in broad day, just to air case
Triggers'll click-clack your killers'll six-slack you, that's bare face
Your single exceeds your rep, you ain't worth it to paraphrase
You ain't worth a single step in my circular staircase
You could be on the floor bleeding
If you still actin' tough? (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If you actin' like you gangsta, but a white flag waver (Huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Don't suddenly get hot, then start frontin' on ya block (Uh-huh)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
If they run up with the drop, and you don't come off what you got (Then yo)
That's the way you get Timberlan'd up
Come Back Home lyrics - Apollo Brown & Joell Ortiz
Lookin' sad and dreaming
Lookin' sad and dreaming
Just yesterday I was backflipping off pissy matresses
Smokin' blunts under the fuckin' slide in a park and shit
Wow, uh
I scroll through the 'Gram and see old friends I hung with
Had a couple drinks, smoked blunts with, did dumb shit with
You know slum shit, slum nicks and rum fifths
Run quick, hop over gates, escape that one trip up North
I aks myself, what'd I do so different?
How did me and the younger me becomes so distant?
Or are we not, are the pieces of that block
And parking lot parked up under this facade
Of a kid who made it out but
Still feels trapped 'cause his bills stacked
And hip-hop minoritized real rap, that's real rap
I purchase things and get alerts from my bankin' app
Like boy you ain't 'posed to be doin' that
Who you think you is?
You ain't never had no single on the charts
And only thing Top 40 about you is that new Glock
Sittin' up in ya closet next to that old trap phone
You might have to pick both of those up and come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and
We gotta come back home
Yeah I'm the one of the few can say I made it out
But when I got out did I do the things to make it count?
Did I invest, find some things to feed my bank account?
Or did I buy material shit that I coulda stayed without?
It's my time, I'm real ill
I'm 'bout to get mil mills
You haters with ill will
Take chill pills
That ain't how I still feel
Thought I'd forever be a cash cow
But I ain't gon' cry over spilled milk
I keep it pushin', beat cookin', rep Brooklyn
Give whoopin's through the pen like it's summertime in the bookings
I'm lookin' off of these stages at face that follow me
Through the stage of my career and appreciate that I never staged it
What you see is what you get
What you hear is legit
I'm from the era you ain't shit
Less we feel you can spit
I've come to terms with the fact that I never might pop
Just glad my relevance ain't rely on if I ever pop
Come back home
Come back home
Come back home
Sometimes we go far and forget who we are and
We gotta come back home
I'm thankful for all that I have and all that I do not
I promise I won't lose sight, came back home
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