mixtape: "Starvation 3" (2014)



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Fear (Intro) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Ain't no pity for the weak
That's 3

HOOD NATIOOONNNN

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Verse 1:]
I'm the realest nigga ever
Name another nigga more clever
They ain't flowing how I'm flowing
From the day that I was born
It's hotter then never let up
Oh
You ain't ever get the letter
Well somebody better tell em
Keep a runnin your mouth
New king of the south
You ain't know no better
Motherfucker guess not
How many wanna come test that
You ain't never been hot
You ain't ever gonna drop
Why you so stressed out huh?
Your little money running low nigga
I'm in that 4 door froze with the zone niggas
Couple mill & a cd living like I'm big meech
Probably in the streets with a 4 wheeler
5 cars in my drive way
Depends on how I'm feeling
Stash the money in a body bag
Last month I made a killing
You can keep on hating
And it's still hood nation
Somebody text jay-z & tell him rap game mine
He can go on vacation
I mean it
Join if you really can't beat it
I warned ya'll niggas so be it
Ain't gonna repeat it
Beast from the south
Yeah I said it
All ya'll niggas is pathetic
Way to petted
Better get your best man ready
I'm feeling real
I'm apologetic oh lord
20 bottles in the VIP boy
I'm just warming up
Hurry dey ran outta 1's
Ay call up the brinks truck
Cause I need it
And every nigga hatin gonna see it
I had to put them diamonds in the Jesus
Keep away the demons
Broke boy I'm never gonna be it
Realest nigga spitting I meant it
Well dog got jammed
And I'm hoping MJ beat it
Where's Johnny Cochrane when you need em
O lord!

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga! =
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Verse 2:]
And Everythang 100
Non believers get punished
We the best hood nation
Best believe we run it
And I run my city
And I run my state
I been stunting these rap niggas
Stay in a child's place
Ain't got no time to waste
Ain't got the time a day
I just pull up to the dealer paid cash on a tag
Why contemplate
Cause I'm Iller
Young nigga young nigga know you be killin
They all in they feelings
I'm humbled I rock up them numbers
I show you the way to the millions
Starvation 3 ain't no love for you busters
It's fuck yo opionon
Please do not ever get comfortable
Cannot ensure your position
This look in my eyes is struggle & pain bitch I'm on a mission
I do what I want & I say what I please I don't need no permission
It's fuck em
You ain't with the team or love em
Started from the bottom of the gutter
Watch for the lames
Never know they maybe undercover
Shhh man they maybe undercover
Oh sneaky mother fuckers
Since they wanna watch let's run it
I'm do it bigger next summer
With my dog P to
He gone do the range or the coupe
Crib with a beach side view
And my nigga Jay Ri & K go to
Boy I swear to God I'm the truth
I'm a beast in the booth
Lookin at the last of a few
Real niggas get to the lou
Let's get it huh?

[Hook:]
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Yeah I'm the one you should fear nigga!
I'm the one you should fear nigga!
Lotta ya'll don't like the fact that I'm here nigga!

[Outro: x2]
They ain't had no choice they had to let me in
My foot on all they necks won't them breath again
This greatness in the making I know that within
That hunger nigga this is where it all begin
I'm the one you should fear nigga
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Everyday lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro]
Everyday, Everyday, Everyday

[Hook]
Everyday I gotta hustle, everyday I gotta shine
I wake up every morning with money on my mind
I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)
Oooh Every-Everyday, oooh Every-Everyday
I gotta push my verte, I gotta drop my top (Everyday)
I gotta check my trap, I gotta hit my block (Everyday)

[Verse 1]
Nothin' else matter but the money
Nothin' else matter but the money
Fuck a nigga hatin'
Nigga's used to pull up in the bucket
Now [?] cost a hundred
You don't wanna run it
Need a couple mil, I can front it
Everything you do, And I done it, I just keep it one hundred
Everyday a nigga gettin' blunted, and I'm with a white snow bunny
Heard you got problems, Glock 40 on me for the dummies
And I got a little for your buddies
Homie don't play that, swear [?] word to my momma
She just told me focus on the comma's, boy that's everyday
I just wanna get it ten ways, rollie and a pair of new J's
Everyday I wake, I gotta thank the Lord for the day
Then I gotta go and get paid
Oh my goodness
Ain't drived the Porsche in a month, my range rover make a nigga hush
Fuck nigga want
Sorry if I'm being too blunt,I gotta show a hater how to stunt
Boy you a joke, Kevin Hart with it
Deerfield rapper worth about a couple million
Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it nigga, Imma go get it

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Boy I'm getting money like a sheikh
Quarter mil, make it in a week
Crib like a mall, young nigga living like meech
A Couple bad bitches in the jeep
20 gold bottles, you don't know nothin' bout this
You don't know nothin' bout a brick, 50K large
Coulda went and bought a new Benz, but instead I just put it on the wrist
And your bitch love it, rich nigga but I'm still thuggin'
Broke nigga's stay mean muggin'
Used to have trouble with the four door Ford, now I'm tryin' make the Forbes
Ya'll ain't seen nothin'
Ain't even trippin', promise Imma die real nigga and free my homeboys in the system
Stay prayed up, everyday my mind made up
Everyday [?], never caught slippin'
Case the wanna push they luck, try me if you thinkin' I'm bluffing
Woo
I love it when the beat go to ride out
I gotta yellow bone stripper at the trap house
I put the Chevy in the shop through summer time
Broward County, Deerfield born, running mine


[Hook]
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Buss Guns lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Mavado)

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Glock 4-5 on the waistline, you can make a move when you want to
Can't gun in my park, in this city homeboy cus a nigga don't know you
Keep thinkin I'm playin, he thinkin I'm playin, they thinkin I'm playin
Tryin to set a new set, a whole lot of people been poppin up dead
Rule number one, we don't do the police, never talk to the feds
We ain't gully ridin in a Benz, 2 G's with they hair full of dreads
Watch them niggas, I don't like them niggas, I don't trust them niggas
Got on all my jewelry, in the hood playboy, what the fuck wrong with him?
On my mama I don't really get sleep cus a young nigga paranoid
Extendo clips on a gun, motherfucker never travel on steroids
Half a million dollars' worth of whips, young nigga I can show you how to motivate
Ever fucked a bad bitch on a bed full of hunnits? I can show you how to meditate

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Doin bout 100 on the highway, I don't give a fuck about the popo
I don't sell dope but I know a chico who did it for the lolo
Police aksin me questions, thinkin I'm a talk, that's a nono
He a never know I got 4, 5 bricks, all stashed in the 4 do
I'm feelin myself getting money every day like a young nigga pposed to
Can't walk in my shoes, take a look in my eyes, you don't know what I've been through
And free my niggas in the state peniten, every day that's on lockdown
Never gon catch me slip cus you know I'm best friends with the tre pound
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang man you'd think Chief Keef in this motherfucker
And every homeboy around me, man you know I love that nigga like a blood brother
Diff you bitch, down to the gully
Got love in the hood, respect my nigga, can't take that from me

[Hook: Mavado]
I'm with da million dollar crew
My guns and my bitches stuntin too
I'm a gangsta fo life
Be a killa still payin
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
I buss my guns fo life
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Jamaica lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

[Verse 1:]
I swear to God I woke up on the gully side
And all they know is motherfuckin homicide
Murda, just keep the burna
A couple keys will get you shot,
Watch who you servin, watch who you servin,
Police lurkin, oh yea they lurkin
They seven deep in that excursion, in that excursion
Keep 20 thousand in my pockets, that's in my pockets
Ain't talkin money switch the topic, I switch the topic
I pull up in that brand new Gatti, bitch I got it
I fuck these niggas, word to Gotti, just catchin profit
I know some youngins catchin bodies, they catchin bodies
They 17 and got no daughters, ain't got no daughters
Oh my goodness, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
My Rollie cost a couple birdies, a couple birdies
I want a billion fore I'm 40, before I'm 40
They aks me do I smoke that killa? Know what I'm talkin?

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

[Verse 2:]
A hunnit killas with me in Mavado nigga
I'm king of the south and ain't got a lot of niggas
Wake up, go get yo cake up
I blew 100 racks in Jacob, that's only Jacob's
Don't give a fuck, I do it major, I do it major
These bitches watch me like I'm cable, just like I'm cable
And fuck yo life, that shit's a fable, it's all a fable
I show you millions on the table, that's on the table
And can't no other nigga stop me, you'll never stop me
I'm shittin on em, never sloppy, apologizing
Aye check yo Twitter, guess who dreamin, bitch we the hottest,
Bitch we the bidness and the realest, ain't nothing modest,
I swear to God I tried to tell er
We set the standards, we set the standards motherfucker
Better learn some manners
I'm getting head in that new Phantom, that's in a Phantom
And Papi aks me do I got it, you know the answer

[Hook:]
I just got back from Jamaica, Jamaica
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
I'm on the move, now see you later, later
Just smoked a pound of that Jamaica, Jamaica
You pussy niggas just some haters, some haters
I need my dough, don't do no favors, no favors
Just copped a crib that's on some acres, some acres
I fucked yo bitch and now she famous, she famous
Aye I just got back from Jamaica

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R.N.S (Real Nigga Shit) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
Free Boosie

Ain't this that shit?
Ain't this that shit?

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 1:]
I say I can't stand no bitch nigga
That goes for you snitch niggas
Can't do no broke boys cus everybody with me they go getters
Say money over these lame hoes, ya'll niggas be cuffin dough
Met the bitch in that same night, I'm a knock down like dominoes
I say oh Lord I'm savin
Fuck ya'll, just pay me
Big bees in my whip, catch a young nigga move saney
I be ridin round with 2 ladies
Pussy nigga you basic
My nigga P keep a strap-on
Them hater fuck around, start sprayin
Nigga don't play me

All I'm talkin is real nigga shit
Come and fuck and suck a real nigga dick
All these hoes want a real nigga rich

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 2:]
I ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother
I'd kill for my mother in case you ain't know
Shoot out 100 then fuckin reload it
I lift up yo spirit like you been promoted
I'm with it, runnin my city
Chasin that money, I get it get it
Came to the ratchet, my bitches said Diddy
I want it, I cop it, you watch what you spendin
Niggas be poundin like I'm pron, tell these hoes to please keep calm
If I die today I'm good
Hope this real shit can live on
Ain't no hoe shit in my blood, know my family is my love
Peace my homeboys and my thugs
Still with the same folk from day one

Boy that's real nigga shit
I'm just tryna get my whole team rich
In a Phantom blowin kush behind the tint
Bumpin Boosie Boo, that badass hit

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

[Verse 3:]
Say what you wanna, do what you wanna
I get upset, they attack like piranhas
I don't even like not one of you niggas
Bitch ain't thick, can't even fuck with er
Yea we them niggas with the 20 gold bottle
VIP sec, she put 25 models
Pulled up, yep that's us in the foreign
Huh, ya'll life so boring
Uh, I made a mill off touring
Crib in the hills like motherfuckin Lauren
Rest don't chill but just can't ignore
And that pussy so good, I explore like do it
Smoke one, for the ones lost
RIP to every real nigga we once saw, damn
Where the real niggas went?
Free Boosie
Free Fat Boy
Real shit
They gon lose they motherfuckin in the hood when they hear this
Nigga!

[Hook:]
Ain't this that shit that we gon ride to?
Ain't this that shit that we get high to?
Ain't this that shit that make you vibe nigga?
Pull out yo stick and wanna slide nigga
I like to call this some real nigga shit
A real nigga on some real nigga shit
A lot of hoes on a real nigga dick
And money never make a real nigga switch

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Boyz N Da Hood (Lil' Nigga Pt. 2) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 1:]
Hunnit round on the backseat
Catch a nigga slippin on the back street
Big fire loaded and it's ready
Homies get it runnin like a track meet
Young nigga tryna catch a body
He don't even know what he started
He don't give a fuck about nothing
Trappin every day to Yo Gotti, fuck it!
Horny 15 and they fuckin
Projects livin with his cousin
Mama on drugs and his daddy don't care
Got a dirty glock boom, he a bust it
And them lil niggas sellin trees
Steady he enlist with the fiends
Never follow rules and he barely go to school
Drug test him and he wasn't even clean
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 2:]
All a young nigga know is murda
Always know he's standin on the corner
Big homie givin in the game
Started with a ounce and a burner
Fuck nigga runnin round lurkin
Extend in the clip so 30
Creepin real slow in a reaper
See a nigga peepin through the curtain
Hold up, lil nigga fuckin up his life
He just wanna earn some stripes
Send him out shootin at another motherfucker
When he see him man he says on sight, damn
He don't really playin for the set
He'd do anything for a check
It's only two ways he gon end up goin
Either prison or he's fuckin round dead
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

[Verse 3:]
4-5 niggas in a rental
Duck boy, tints on the window
Catch a few niggas at the corner store chillin and they plottin on how they gon kill em, man
Lil nigga with em like fuck it
Roll up on them niggas, start jumpin
Before they even know it everybody hit the ground
Goddamn it's like they seen this shit comin
Woa! Smash on the gas, nigga hurry
Heart beatin fast, niggas worried
Never leave evidence, never leave fingerprints on a car these niggas so dirty
Black car caught them at a light
They ain't even know it
6 masked goonies and the clips on fully
Hot dog and they startin unloadin

[Hook:]
Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Livin in this cold world, niggas dyin by the night
Everyday another struggle, we just gotta keep fightin
Lil nigga, lil nigga

Don't ruin yo life, don't ruin yo life
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga
Lil nigga, lil nigga

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Brothers Keeper lyrics - Ace Hood

[Hook:]
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper
And thou shalt not cross each other in the name of Jesus
And thou shalt not testify and go against yo people
And thou shalt not speak about it if you ain't never done it
Put God first and my family second, ain't nothing above it
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper

[Verse 1:]
I pledge allegiance, my brother's keeper til I'm death departed
My wheel out so yo bullshit will get disregarded
Get yo money dog and say fuck them niggas, cut they head regardless
And if you go to war then I'm going too, now it's gangsta party
And mama told me don't trust niggas cus they all jealous
And if you out of jail this early dawg then you probably tellin
Oh Lord, you lookin at one of the realest niggas you done ever seen
Only receive about 20 choppas for the whole team
Getting dirty money but my bitches clean, they like Listerine
Where I come from it's either fake or real, it's no in-between
An eye for an eye, all my niggas ride or die
All my niggas certified
Trill niggas recognize hah!

[Hook:]
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper
And thou shalt not cross each other in the name of Jesus
And thou shalt not testify and go against yo people
And thou shalt not speak about it if you ain't never done it
Put God first and my family second, ain't nothing above it
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper

[Verse 2:]
My best friend got killed probably bout a year ago
On his front porch for a bag of cake and some indigo
I was mad as hell, why the fuck he ain't keep that hammer close?
I should've been there, I should've gone with him when he had to go
Cus this cold world that we livin in it's like 3 below
And I'll be goddamned if I'll bury any another of my nigas, no
In my home town I had downtown, I've been plottin plenty
And if you with a real nigga on some real shit you won't understand it
I'm against the wall, I gotta make some calls, them niggas broke the law
I'm in the blue sedan, I got the tool in hand and they comin to talk
What's the word homie? All my niggas ride or die
Niggas ain't safe when them Haitian boys done come drive-by

[Hook:]
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper
And thou shalt not cross each other in the name of Jesus
And thou shalt not testify and go against yo people
And thou shalt not speak about it if you ain't never done it
Put God first and my family second, ain't nothing above it
I'm my brother's keeper
I am my brother's keeper

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F.Y.F.R. (Fuck Your Favorite Rapper) lyrics - Ace Hood

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg
Nah

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Verse:]
I’m in hell’s kitchen with the Lord’s mitten
Runnin tail bishop, I’m the Mel Gibson
Brave hearted nigga, keepin rap livin
Young legend, Merry Christmas and the flow gifted
Uh, and I mean what I say
Not a game nor a gimmick when you mention my name
Niggas pill poppin and dancing too much in the game
Talkin bout yo fortune and fame, yall soundin the same
We need a change, what happened to that real in the booth?
Let’s take it back Queens Bridge back when Nas was the truth
I’m talkin Everyday Struggle to Big Poppa and Juice
And to consumers who still assuming this message for you

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg

[Verse:]
Death around the corner, nobody’s gonna miss you
Boy I tried to tell em, they ain’t wanna listen
King of the south, who got a problem wit it?
I rebuild a building, make you come and visit
Let’s have a moment of silence
Compare me to a prison of violence
I’m a murderer, fuckin murderer
I never heard of ya
Kickin down the door, took my chances like a burglar
Word to my mama bout this drama, boy you oughta know
There’s a bigger difference 'tween real rap and metaphor
Don’t get it twisted, I body them niggas
You know I’m the realest, you cannot prevent it nigga
Still

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg

[Verse:]
I got what they missin, nigga come and get it
How dare you think these niggas really competition
Call the mortuary, make a reservation
Bar for bar I ruin niggas’ reputations
Uh, yea my flow is the illest
And I never had no feelings, I should visit the dentist
Niggas talkin out of term until reality visit
Til somebody bring the comma, that’s for who made attendance
You niggas finished
Never can fuck with my coalition
You with me or you runnin, lil nigga that’s yo decision
Screamin fuck em (fuck em)
To you and yo opposition
And here’s what I think of they listin them names mentioning
PSA bitches

[Bridge:]
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper
Fuck yo favorite rapper

[Hook:]
Pac would be ashamed of you niggas
BIG would shed a tear for you niggas
Pun would wanna murder you all
Nah, this ain’t hip-hop dawg

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Home Invasion lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Vado)

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed
Wake up (Wake up)
Open the door (Open the door)
Lay on the floor,
You've been robbed

[Verse 1:]
Uh! Nigga I smell murda
Glock 9, but them niggas turn up
10 killas in the Chevy
Nigga 16 with the burner
Teller put the money in the bags, go and show me where the stash, actin funny with the cash hah?
Ok, niggas wanna play dumb-dumb
Dirty glocks, never knowin' where they come from
Bang, motherfucker get low
Hundred round chopper, that potato on the nose
Killas stay lurkin and they do it on purpose
I just tell em keep shootin like they tryna overdose
Keep playin with a real nigga
You gon end up in the box like Hilfiger
Yea, man you lookin at a gorilla
I don't like no niggas holdin niggas' glock like a 4 wheeler
Cus that bitch go to kickin, blue caine
All black when I'm ridin, Bruce Wayne
Niggas bump to the money, Hussein
Never change them true, 2 Chainz
Hundred grand to yo boys like loose change
Better hush for that choppa wanna do things
Bang! Chit-chit bang-bang!
Nigga!

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed

[Verse 2:]
Phone call from my Haitian homie say Papi got the good yay
No cellphone, no landlines, he do business off the 2 way
Call the homies, they gon run up on him, got sticks a waving too late
You know what I came for so don't play
Leave 100 O's round where you stay
Lawd, somebody call the popo
Snitch niggas die slow
Will they ever catch me?
Pussy nigga nono
Runnin out yo mouth, I'm just hopin you about it
Every nigga with me, boy that ready get started
No patdowns when I walk up in the party,
Smoking that stank, who he think he, Bob Marley?
No games
When I pull up in that foreign kill niggas
Hood nation, motherfucker, Real niggas
Won't stop, getting money, deal with it
Yea I'm fuckin yo bitch, I'm still in it
No tips on a whip so you see me in it
I can run through a clip, less than 2 minutes
Bang bang, reload til it start clickin

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed

[Verse 3:]
Uh, half a drank like who gave you?
Move caine, I've been Abel
Bakin soda, no label
TV on but no cable
Streets talkin, I heard em
Hands out but curd him
He don't wanna work, he just wanted work
That he can handout and just burn him
Heard it all before though
Then went and copped the 4 do
Told pop I needed 4 mo
He texted back like fo sho
10 choppas goin fofo
Come fofo, crack blow do
Had em all magnets
Why we don't spoke
I mean no speak, I thought I won't eat, nah
I'm tied niggas, tired niggas
Quick to talk how they tie niggas
I'm on the block like who's tied nigga
Gun is cocked like who's fine quicker
Corner pack like those my niggas
G spots, we rackin em
Church guarded, I'm backin em
That's a lot of money, we stackin em

[Hook:]
Playa (hater)
Turn yo head round (Turn yo head round)
Lay on the ground,
You've been robbed
Wake up (Wake up)
Open the door (Open the door)
Lay on the floor,
You've been robbed

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Hip Hop lyrics - Ace Hood

I'm at a loss of words
Just don't get it

[Verse 1:]
Dear the love of my life
I'm sick and tired of the fights
So we been fucking for years
But you been cheating for life
You give it up to them lames
And then you blow em that night
I Gave my heart to you baby
But you ain't doing me right
See I was young when I met ya
Had me fallin in seconds
Held me down in recessions
I'm thinking God what a blessing
Know my love runs deep
I toss and turn in my sleep
I need your heart in return
And if it ever would beat
I lost in touch with you once
Had me stressing for months
I started out in the barn
We done been through too much
I swear that life is a bitch
And plus you easy to switch
Ain't no worries lil mama
I ain't taking the fence
Keep on doin them lames
Keep on makin em rich
I'll be here for a while
You'll be back on my dick
Misses hip hop love
I forgive and forget
Still I wonder in time
Will you ever commit
I'm saying

[Verse 2:]
I went to war with some sinners
Laid in bed with the devils
Ain't no love in this game
It'll turn a Christian to rebels
Poured my heart and my soul
I let my passion develop
Why you playin with my feelings
I ain't the type to be jealous
Fuck that hip hop bitch
Let that last line settle
You fall in love with these rappers
Know I'm ten times better
Get it ten times wetter
Plus I'm way more clever
I'm from that fuck you era
Plus I'm top 5 level
What's a king to a God
What's your life to my nine
What's my life without you
I can't envision my odds
Why your hearts so cold
Where the love at tho
I deserve that shit
You'll be lying if I don't
You wasting time with them gimmicks
Suck a dick for your critics
Give a fuck who your favorite
I'm the name that you mention
You can look up the realest
I'm your sure definition
We been at it for years
I think it's time for commitment
I'm saying
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Save Us lyrics - Ace Hood

[Intro:]
You can't change the world until you change yoself
Gotta start somewhere
Save us

[Verse 1:]
There's a war going on outside, it's devastating
The hood's segregated by cliques and affiliations
City full of satans who facin no limitations
Turnin on the news and it's poison throughout the nation
Kids being kidnapped, teens getting shot up
Murder rate higher, continue as bodies pop up
Streets done got worser, the world done got colder
Many crying out and they could really use a shoulder
Amen amen, live a life full of sin
I inspire the people, the boost desire within
Got a message for students, teachers won't let me attend
Paint a horrible image of me, I'm quick to defend
What the fuck am I to do cus I'm simply speakin truth?
We gotta guard the youth, no excuses to be in school
Babies out in Africa prayin for a pair of shoes
More food or finer things they never knew
Lord knows I won't change, life's better
God bless the souls and the spirits of Mandela
Let's do it for a cause, we are grateful beyond measures
Man with a power message behind lectures
Damn...
We livin in hell, good people
We surrounded by pure evil
It sees the deceited, we need Jesus
Please...

[Chorus:]
Save us
Won't you help me? Oh
Save us
Oh oh oh oh
Save us
Save my... baby
Save us
Help me... save my... baby
Save us
Save you

[Verse 2:]
We all soul searching, we destined to find purpose
Living in a world with the worse and the non-perfect
But women sellin piece of their bodies and call it workin
And little girls worhipin strippers, get into twerkin
These are my assumptions, never cast judgment
Youngest on the block and they focused on mild subjects
Tryna please others' perspective that's in the public
Too opinionated, I pray that we reinstated
I wanna be that voice and that pain of them crying babies
I wanna be that live, but I hope that you fightin daily
I know I'm chosen, Lord knows it, my flow golden
Is hell here? Section 8's and wellfares
Drug addicts and bad tragic, so many tears
Black hearses, it's gotten worser throughout the years
Please save us, I'm still prayin, God's will
Innocence being killed, exactly what I feel
Lawd...
And this can't be life
Bob Marley never settled, he would fight for the right
Hands up if you believe you got a purpose in life
Shit...
Welcome to hell, good people
We surrounded by pure evil
Please keep us
It sees the deceited, we need Jesus
Please...

[Chorus:]
Save us
Won't you help me? Oh
Save us
Oh oh oh oh
Save us
Save my... baby
Save us
Help me... save my... baby
Save us
Save you

[Verse 3:]
Save us from the killers, the demons and cold hearted
Save us from ourselves, what we listen but disregard it
Keepin hope alive for the people, them ones who started
Tryna change the world for them legends in which departed
How dare you criticize me with lies that you assume?
Bad judge of characters, school in Syracuse
I am the ghetto, I am the struggle, I am the hunger
I am the pain, I do inspire, don't have to wonder
Lawd...

Save
Oh, we've got to save the babies
Your babies, my babies, our babies
One by one
Oh it's getting serious, son
It's getting serious
Oh yes it is
Oh we got to do something about it
We got to do more than just talk about it

Save us [x4]
Help me
Save us
Will you help me?
Save us
Save... my babies
Save my... son
Save my... save my baby!
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Tears lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

[Intro:]
Crying tears of joy
Yea

[Verse 1:]
I'm getting sick and tired of crying tears over grandma
Lord knows I miss ya, I'm just livin through these pictures
Still reminiscin on them Thanksgiving dinners
Telling me to pray before I take on any mission
I can't blame God, maybe it's the seasons
Mama told me everything happens for a reason
I miss my nigga Del, trust my nigga Fo
I'm thankful for this music cus it helps a nigga cope
Remember discussing dreams on his mama front porch
He told me keep my focus dawg and stay away from dope
He said that we would make it, heavy dream chasin
Nothing's ever given so we might as well take it
If you walk or see me now

[Hook:]
I know my granny she proud
I know my homies, them proud
I hold my momma, them down
But I can tell you these tears
I wish my daughter was here
I know my fans they proud
But take a look at me now (take a look at me now)
Crying tears of joy

[Verse 2:]
My baby girl beautiful and now she's getting older
Got me heavy stressin cus these streets are getting colder
Prayin every night and still I keep that heat closer
And they ain't tryna end up on a shore that no one pposed
Lord have mercy, I'm tryin to see tomorrow
So I can teach my daughter and son to be a father
See ain't nobody perfect, all of us is sinners
Forgive and we forget but shit some things are still remembered
Daddy never called but know that hatred I surrendered
And whether not he proud I got success on my agenda
I did it for my family, I did it with my niggas
I did it for the fans, hope I can be remembered
I done came so far

[Hook:]
I know my granny she proud
I know my homies, them proud
I hold my momma, them down
But I can tell you these tears
I wish my daughter was here
I know my fans they proud
But take a look at me now (take a look at me now)
Crying tears of joy

[Verse 3:]
Carry the heavy load
It's been a long long road
Tears rolling right down my face
Finally made it to a better place
For all the people that tried
To stand in my way, I'm doin just fine
They can't stop what's meant to be
But thank God for my family
He kept me aiming for the clouds
When no one was around
He never had a doubt
I remember just tryna get my feet on the ground, hey!
Now take a look at me now!

[Hook:]
I know my granny she proud
I know my homies, them proud
I hold my momma, them down
But I can tell you these tears
I wish my daughter was here
I know my fans they proud
But take a look at me now (take a look at me now)
Crying tears of joy

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Skip The Talk'n lyrics - Ace Hood (feat. Kevin Cossom)

[Intro: Kevin Cossom]
Girl I feel like tonight gon' be a hell of a night
I don't usually say that
All this turn up in my system
And my niggas just forgive us
Sometimes we don't even know how to act
Tell me where your head at
I'll show you a good time
Why don't you show me where your bed at

[Pre-Hook:]
If I got your permission girl I got tell the truth
All these different women, only one I see is you
Have you up all night just like a red-eye
Already know what I wanna do
Baby let's just skip the talking

[Hook: x2]
Baby let's just skip the talking
Let's skip the talking, let's skip the talking
Let's get right down to business baby
Get right down to it, Get right down to it yeah

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Liquor got me talking, Kush got me faded
Quit beating around the bush, Baby we can skip the basics
Can't sit around and then act like I don't want you bad as I do
From the first time that I laid eyes I had pictured you in my Coupe
With that dress fitting perfect, handbag Birkin
I'm just trynna change your life
Them other niggas thirsty
I'm a keep it real no bullshit and I need your body like now
See we both grown and there ain't nothing wrong with a little bumping and grind
Let's skip the club in my penthouse, we won't make it to the bedroom
From the kitchen onto that couch, I'm tapping your spot to see what that do
Girl I hear your body calling
You running like a faucet
This dick will give you amnesia girl, Can't remember what started
I'm saying

[Pre-Hook:]
If I got your permission girl I got tell the truth
All these different women, only one I see is you
Have you up all night just like a red-eye
Already know what I wanna do
Baby let's just skip the talking

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Don't mean to be blunt, fuck it though I'm lying
Your last man never played with it while he hitting that from behind
Or get it in in that 4 do if that Porsche seats on recline
I promise baby, I promise baby, you begging me to rewind
Girl, I'll do you like a favor, don't care we wake the neighbors
You screaming oh lord, okay Anita Baker
You dealing with a real nigga baby, won't even tell you no lie
I see the want in your eyes and it ain't no need to wasting our time
Said it's 5 in the morning, niggas still on it
Breakfast in the bed, pussy weed money
I do it Shawty, I do it Shawty, can't name one better
I'm trynna get you wetter, I've been thinking this forever
I'm saying

[Pre-Hook:]
If I got your permission girl I got tell the truth
All these different women, only one I see is you
Have you up all night just like a red-eye
Already know what I wanna do
Baby let's just skip the talking

[Hook x2]

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