"Gutta" (2008)




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I Don't Give A Fuck - ace hood

I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cause cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
Better bring your guns pal
Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
So step but you better step quick
From the mutha-fuckin' underground
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck

Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
Also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And that's just his luck
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
Cause a nigga like me
Don't really give a fuck

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but it's still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck

They just don't give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
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Can't Stop - ace hood (feat. Akon)

Ooh yeah, oooh yeahhh,
Ace hood, Konvict Music,
I know they want us to stop,
But we immune to lose it,
Hey,
Hey,

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 1:]
When I first jumped in the game I was 7 years old,
Drop a model get the money, give a fuck about a ho.
Servin' porcelain to people left a brick up in my coat,
Always told to eat fast,
Never snitchin was the code.
I would never post pone cause the money get gone,
Never waitin by the phone gotta get it on your own.
Real niggas get paid every second of the day,
Hit the mall blow a quote that I can't fit in this phrase,
Just know it's two colors in that Def Jam chain,
Lil money wanna scam,
Bitch I'm outta your range.
Make way,
Feed me,
Gotta get this money.
Smokin nothin but the best yeah the boy so flooded, and I still want money...

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 2:]
See niggas shut down,
My money keeps comin.
You niggas take breaks,
My team keeps runnin.
They bring me back bags,
Louis vitton somethin.
Don't really know the price,
Just know it costs money,
And when it comes to money,
They know it ain't nothin,
Throw a 100 on jewels,
Make it back up on a monday.
Why niggas tryna floss,
They ballin outta budget.
Everyday on the grind,
Bitch my mind is on my money.
Tell 'em roll up the trees,
And deliver me the scummy.
Forget a 9 to 5,
Overrated me to quit.
Now a day since legit,
I get it opposite legit.
Me and my nigga 'Kon so addicted to the chips.
He gon let you know the script...

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.

[Verse 3:]
And whatever it takes,
Ace Hood bout money.
How much for the chain?
I spend bout a 100.
See you can dim the lights,
But my wrist still sunny.
They know I'm on the block,
And my fitted in the glock.
Dickies cut with a frame,
And a half up in my sock,
Gotta get it anyway,
And keep it level from the cops.
Bitch I never play the grind,
First rule off top.
I been in it for the dough,
You niggas need props .
I'm just in it for the guap,
100 million in the pot.
Only know to go get it
So the printer don't stop.
Grab 50 hit a lot,
And go and dump it on the drop.
I'm starvin like marvin,
It ain't no give and bargin, like target.

[Chorus:]
I can't stop gettin this money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how it goes,
You wanna get that dough.
I'm makin it but I'm still hungry,
But whatever it takes I gotta go get this money.
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Get 'Em Up - ace hood

[Intro]
Ace Hood (Ay, Get Em Up)
Gutta (Ay, Get Em Up)
(Ay, Get Em Up) Chea
(Ay, Get Em Up) Gutta, Gutta, Hey

[Verse 1]
I got my drop top rollin' and I'm heading to the mother land
Grippin' on that steering wheel, passenger's a duffel bag
Hundred in the Louie, don't confuse me with that other cat
Engine in the truck jack, pushing like a super pack
Automatic button pad just to keep the top back
Ruby red insides, Lamborghini fruit snacks
Twenty-two, that's what I shoot, you know them bitches got a mack
Back to the back of the lac in case them pussy niggas wanna jet
Know I keep that .45, turn you into Cabbage Patch
Hit you right between the eyes then leave you like an alley rat
100 for the bracelet, a track, I'm like a magnet
Hit 'em with that gutta swag, swangin with the Louie rag

[Chorus:]
Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side folk
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Verse 2]
And it go, eenie meenie mini mo, catch me slippin' never though
Know I keep that full clip, come and get you super soak
Call me Mr. Cinemax, shoot you like a movie role
Hundred on the highway, let's see how fast the coupe can go
New Edition fit the kid, they ship the shit from England
That's me in the foreign whip, climbing like the ring-a-lings
Yes, I'm on some other shit, don't know who you fucking wit
Yes, I keep that .45, you better keep a body guard
Benz is in the parking lot so you know the block is hot
Tell em we don't give a shit and mother fuck the other side
Bitch you know I'm born to ride, H B and some murder minds
Open up the suicide doors, call it homicide

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I got my black flag swangin and I'm bangin on some gutta shit
Just copped me a spaceship, took it from the government
White-on-white drop top, call that bitch a cool whip
Had to blow the brains out, yeah I keep it ruthless
Know you niggas mad but tell em haters I does it
Better quit that fussing, don't know what's in the bullpit
.45's a motherfucker, hit you and your cousin
Think I gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Got that oven heated up and bitch you lookin like lunch
Take them heaters to your gut like it's a million uppercuts
Then I dip off in the cut and throw it up, who give a fuck?
Got that vodka in my cup, bring my gangsta to the front, what's up?

[Chorus]

Say I maybe gave a damn but I never gave a fuck
Rep your city like a G then put your middle fingers up
I got that east side rollin', and that west side smoke
South side rollin wit me and the north side gon
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
Get Em Up (Ay, Get Em Up)
You rep your city nigga, gon' show it up

[Outro]
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Gutta - ace hood (feat. Trick Daddy)

(It's so incredible)

Ace...

[Chorus:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit
Talkin bout you get all dem bricks
I'm a have to come round your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
And a pistol where ya mamma stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Betta act right fo' I get uptight
Act up I'm a let da automatic spray

[x2:]
(Get em) boy there ya go
(Get em) boy there ya go
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka
Boy there you go

Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?
No talk, time to get him
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river
Come and get him when it's winter
Nigga holla back
I'm gutta. I done told ya that
Rock boy bitch over bags
Say you movin them slabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back
Man you niggas all crap
And you homies won't last
Til your somethin like paper tags
Don't make me slide the mask
To save from blast
Get his ass

[Chorus]

Now let me get em
When I walk up in the place
Put the pace in ya face
Tell em gimme dat K
Fuck niggas and they really don't think
That I know where they lay duct tape they face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake
Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs
What?
Y'ain't bout dat lie
Huh?
Y'ain't got no stride
Naww
You'nt really grind
Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind
In the middle of this town
We gon' G-G-Get em

[Chorus]

Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know
When I pull up in that rover
They know that it's over
Big holes in ya body like coasters
Creep Creep we deep with soldiers
Black holster to carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me folgers
But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters
Wanna see where yo family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas I'm a call you dead
Click clack now ya T-shirt red
Hand em an tampon
No batteries included know that the clip be hands on
It'll take yo mans on
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard
(Get em)

[Chorus]
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Guns High - ace hood (feat. Rock City)

We come from a city where the young dies
So why not get to use and push your guns high
Bout to lose and that's the reason why we must try
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
And this is what it sounds like
Came up from the ground now

I woke up on the morning yawnin
Mind addicted to money, grab the clip and them hundreds
and half a ounce of that scummy
Ready to hit the block, tryna to seek em before they tell me
If I don't make it home, tell my mama to pray for me
I'm a get it cuz I gotta, raced in it from the bottom
Pussy nigga get shot up, so shut up and give me props
Niggas they want me dead, and I swear that it ain't no stoppin
I'ma go out and get it, just watch me pop off your socket
Play the eighth for you haters, they see me at corner packin
We the best that's the lesson, I take you pussys to college
Imagine me, I'm Gutta, to be the best is a habit
I swear that til I parish, I keep these pussys in panic

We come from a city where the young dies
So why not get to use and push your guns high
Bout to lose and that's the reason why we must try
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
And this is what it sounds like
Came up from the ground now

Watch me move through the city, caught up in my religion
Only vision to get it, is to take it without a witness
Say that they want me dead and it's fuck em, that's my decision.
Fuck em with middle fingers, them punks in the penitentary
Walk the block with this energy, give a mug at my enemy
Tell em who they supposed to be, hang em up like a poster be
Play em like monopoly, til the end of my time I be
G.U.T.T.A, Mr. Ace double-o D, the protigy
Tell em they can follow me, only cabbage and celery
Gettin money heavily, smokin up on that privately
Ain't no vegitarians, play with me and you burn with me
Better have a pass to hit my streets with the curtosy

We come from a city where the young dies
So why not get to use and push your guns high
Bout to lose and that's the reason why we must try
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
And this is what it sounds like
Came up from the ground now

Life from the ghetto, we be real-al
People only recognize, the real-al
Cops hate because we don't squeal-al
But we don't give a fuck bout how them feel-el
See ain't nobody stoppin way, tell them fast seat back away
Love where we come from, know where we come from
We don't care bout what them got to say
Let them know that we do not play, takin over soon as they
Let us open the door, so we can shibbi-dibbi do ba deh

We come from a city where the young dies
So why not get to use and push your guns high
Bout to lose and that's the reason why we must try
The streets hot from the night to the sunrise
And this is what it sounds like
Came up from the ground now

[Repeat]
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Cash Flow - ace hood (feat. T-Pain, Rick Ross)

We the best def jam
I introduce you to ace
Ace lets get money

Cash flow... (haha)
Its too easy nigga (bankroll)
We don't count money no mo
We weight that shit

[Rick Ross]
Let's get it...

[Ace Hood]
Eh knock knock, bang bang
Where the cash at
If u ain't got it leave you bloody like a tampax
Come up swinging at you ducks like aflac
Then I fall in the suede black may bach
See im back for da money like I left dat
See I be runnin on the route where da cash go (where da cash go)
And any nigga interfering with the cash flow so he can get pumped on like Citgo
Make his body bounce bounce like a 64
Tall clips chrome lips see the big gold
Im a duffle bag boy like I move coke big crack threw tha music so the flow dope
I keep my money ova bitches til da door close
I need money like a bitch need dick mo
Im tryna c it like a muhfuckin castro rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

[T-Pain Chorus]
I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
I be bangin on your front door wit da nine
Ima come see ya (see ya)
Ima come see ya (see ya)
I need all my doe not a dolla short
And if u dont have it den u gotta go
Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow..i need it on time im
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow...i need it
On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

[Ace Hood]
And where my money young niggaz gotta have that
Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag
Pockets fat like im carrying a backpack
A couple grand for the louie band napsack
Understand im the man who you can't match
Moneyman minivan full of brown bags
Better grand anyman never top that
Cause money and the gat pop those straps
Getting loot in the top drop right back
I ain't playin creep ya avenue and i'll blast
Bust shots like a new year day blast
And I ride all day like a buss pass
Grindin hard for the bread and the cash flow
Kick doors wave 4's where da cash go (where da cash go)
Im trying to see it like a mutha fuckin castro
Rubber bands in my pants and a swift bankroll

[T-Pain Chorus]
I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
I be bangin on your front door wit da nine
Ima come see ya (see ya)
Ima come see ya (see ya)
I need all my doe not a dolla short
And if u dont have it den u gotta go
Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow..i need it on time im
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow...i need it
On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
I be bangin on your front door wit da nine
Ima come see ya (see ya)
Ima come see ya (see ya)
I need all my doe not a dolla short
And if u dont have it den u gotta go
Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow..i need it on time im
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow...i need it
On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

[Rick Ross]
Ace I see you nigga
Trilla
You M-O-B now nigga
You untouchable

[Rick Ross Verse]
Big money in the dope hole
See the beamers when ya pull up in the dope home (my money)
Seventeen and he got his own kilo
Running green nigga living like nino
Ridin clean wax sittin for the c note
It ain't green get it back with tha c loc
Momma dead broke daddy fucked up
Im'a make them come and hit me with the recoup
God dammnit im still in the dope spot
Why the fuck you think I pull up in a dope car
Gold shoes stepping out with a dope bitch cartel
So she gotta suck four dicks I b me V-I-P dj khaled M-O-B
Girls so hot ace so cold takin bets ace won't fold

[T-Pain Chorus]
I'll tell ya one thang dont play about mine
I be bangin on your front door wit da nine
Ima come see ya (see ya)
Ima come see ya (see ya)
I need all my doe not a dolla short
And if u dont have it den u gotta go
Ima come see ya (see ya) hey hey we put our hands
In da sky let em kno dat we bout that
Cash flow..i need it on time im
Talkin bank roll my money my money my money
Cash flow...i need it
On time im talkin bank roll my money my money my money...

Hey we go by the runners just incase you forgot we did it again

Ace
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Ride - ace hood (feat. Trey Songz)

[Ace Hood]
Chea
Ace Hood
See mama, all I want you to do is hold it down for me
I want you to be my ride or die
While I go get this money, I promise im get us out the hood baby

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
Even though im in the streets
You know exactly what I do
When I chase this paper
You aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die girl we gon be good
And if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

[Ace Hood]
Listen
Baby look, just ride with me
Swear that I got us mama
One thing I love about it
See you aint wit that drama
You be my ride or die like bonnie imma play the clyde
Promise to move you out the hood into a bigger house
That's why you never trip im grindin bump a 9-5
Gotta get this money, paper callin but you never whine
Gotta ask the cash come with bags you should see your eyes
That's why I suprise about you stacks to ease your worried mind
Cuz when im gone lil mama home alone at every time
You never blowed my phone up yet cuz you respect the grind
And you never holla bout a problem keep it on the line
My gutta baby, never maybe always gonna ride

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
Even though im in the streets
You know exactly what I do
When I chase this paper
You aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die girl we gon be good
And if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

[Ace Hood]
And um, we can do them long vacations
Thinking jamaica lately
Cant take them deep relations, baby just keep it patient
Shawty know what I do
Shawty know who I be
You know im in these streets the only way that we gon eat
I keep it gutta never cut her when we in them sheets
I get sum cutta grap the duffle then im in the streets
Come back with bundles pimp a half a g and louie v
But you aint trippin never question bout a nigga g
We keep it real aint no other that could fill ya sneak's
I ride for you, you ride for me that's where we need to be
I hold you down, you hold me down and I fulfill your dreams
Your my beyonce im hova wont you ride with me

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
Even though im in the streets
You know exactly what I do
When I chase this paper
You aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die girl we gon be good
And if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

[Trey Songz]
Now what's the definition of a rider
Through it all they gon stand right beside ya
If you got one look em in the eyes
Tell em you gon ride
Tell em you gon ride (ri ri ri ri ri ride)
Till the wheel fall off or the day that I die
That's on my life aint nun wrong wit tryna love somebody
Tryna tell you shawty that

[Ace Hood]
Ace, and I promise this to you
Imma get us out this hood
Into them places that you thinkin that you never could
But you gotta ride like them tires on the mini coop
Imma get this cash paper bags and give half to you
Forget them haters
Keep you tailored see whats sexy too
And I like your body all I think about is doin you
And I love the money so I guess it's like doin two
You ride or die same smile when you see the loot

[Chorus - Trey Songz]
Even though im in the streets
You know exactly what I do
When I chase this paper
You aint gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you
Cuz I ride or die girl we gon be good
And if you ride or die we gon make it out this hood

Yea yea yea
We gon make it out
We gon make it out this hood
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Stressin' - ace hood (feat. Plies)

[Talkin: Plies]
A nigga I'm stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause a nigga almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up out here cause I'm stressin badda den a bitch my nigga...

[Hook: Plies]
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant...
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me...
niggas locked up tryna spray me...
I gotta warrent so I'm shakin'...
seems like I'm all out of blessings...
own know if god tryin' test me...
tried to help a nigga n he waste me...
to tell you da truth...
I'm stressin'
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea my rent due n I'm stressin'...
landlord jest called with a message...
say I gotta be out by da 7th man I'm sick and tired of dis mess...
it's like god is akin' my blessings bad luck is all in my presents...
fuck round n I gotta chick pregnant...
what da hell umma do with dat baby...
how da hell I'm gone tell my lady...
I'm drunk ass hell in my zone...
I gotta fifth of hen n it's gone...
I'm fucked up n I'm stressin'...
I can't seem to ease dat pressure...
fuck nigga's can't make it no betta...
des craka'z trna take my life...
nigga's mad n hate what I'm makin'...
heard da feds is out with my face...
now I'm scared ass hell and I'm shakin'...
I can't go to jail I'm on paypa's...
now dem nigga's den start with dat hatin'...
I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa...
but dey dan fucked around with da fed...
now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads...
dem fuck nigga's deserve to be dead...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Chea I can't win for lossin' I'm stressin'...
I dropped a quarch of my flesh... man I'm tired as god is my witness...
tryna smile but pain is my vesion... man I'm tired of lyin' to my folk...
fuck round n I'm serving' dat coke... baby mama tryna take me to court...
tryna holla bout child support... fuck round n I got me on paypa's...
now I'm mad as hell I can't take it... I drop n pray to my maker...
Dear lord if hear my prayer... I'm stressed n I can't go on...
it's like I'm all out of blessings lord...
I'm alone n nobody to call I got bills but da money can't solve...
mama cryin' but her tears jest fall... (ahhh I'm stressin)...
big cats what I'm gone do nah... des craka'z wanna take my ride...
dey wanna take me away fo'life... see my body can't take nomo...
it's like a yung nigga life so wrong... no pain my feelings gone...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Chea n I do it fo my nigga's in jail... doin' time tryna make bail...
I hold it down fo dem nigga's don't tell...
let'em know dey gone see dat appeal...
let'em know it's da real nigga watchin'... n neva mind I grindin' dey stopin'...
so middle finger's to dem fuckin' feds...
dey gave my dawg 25 in da pen... all mah snitch niggas say he did it...
with no lawyers da judge don't bend...
CusSupa Jock I lov ya homie...
so I put dat shit on my kin n up on my unborn kin...
so we once u a nigga dat's gone... is locked up with a struggle at home...
put'cha hands up in da sky... let'em know dat he ain't at alone...
da real nigga's hold it down at home...
da real nigga's gone hold dey own... (yep yep) hold dey own...

[Hook]

Let the music ride...
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Money Ova Here - ace hood

It's so incredable!

[Ace Hood:]
A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid[? ]I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

[Ace Hood:]
Well I'm fresh on da scene hunid grand in da jeans bet you caint get des[? ] let ma paints hang and you know I'm on lane roll and went to mo chees and they all talk beans I'm da man in ma city tell um get like me I'm da man in da club blowin stacks er week had yo chick[? ] da kid bet she wuna do me and I let her put da doe giv her stacks and da keys keep [? ] and da finest lue v type things we got money ova here we got money ova here see the jewles to loud baby girl I can't hear trash bag full of ones throw da money in da air 'cause

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid[? ]I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

[Ace Hood:]
And I got money ova here you can tell by the wrist glow cash flow nifo see me in a sixfo paints hang low cause da doe got me cripled drop straight cash why you crabs in a rentoll 80 for da jag papa tags when it's info money out da ass I don't brag I just get mo say you getin cash trina flash I don't think so pull up in da hallow peen lambagen does go up on da truck bet you never seen does with a hot lil mama named hallowpenyo drop stacks in a bag and I keep it g code ain't no money ova der and she already know

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid[? ]I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!

[Ace Hood:]
A fresh lewe v jeans and a fitid cap a brand new old school with the top back see ain't another getin money so clear we got money ova here kickin with a milionar 'cause

[Chorus:]
Cause I look like money I smell like money my swag one hunid[? ]I ball like a dog 7 days of da week they dnt get like dis tell um get like me

We got money ova here [x4]
See you chillin with a lame baby he ain't got change ain't no money ova der kickin with a millinair gutta!
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Can't See Y'all - ace hood (feat. Brisco)

[Ace Hood:]
Ace Hood, homie
Gutta, Gutta... Ace Hood... Brisco, let's go
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches dey love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ? next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

[Ace Hood:]
A to the C to the E to the H double O-D
Bitch I'm raised up in the streets
Keep it G-U-T-T-A
For my niggas servin yay
Movin weight and servin' packages dat pack it in the crate
We don't count dat cash every duffel gets weighed
Big money I'm paid bitch I'm feelin my soul
You could tell I'm gettin money Louie V San Do
And I wish a nigga'd make a move himself

[Brisco:]
See, I get money
It's comin' out my ass
And I don't fuck with hoes if dey ain't about cash
Opa Locka goon, 4 chevys and da dirtbike
I open up mah trap
Shit get back on da 1st night
Catch me in da Porsche
Or maybe on da porch
And we don't get jailed cause we don't go to court
Yeah, nigga stuntin'
Ya homeboy frontin'
Talkin dat shit but... he ain't bout nothin

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches dey love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ? next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

[Brisco:]
I'm lookin for a hood rat, hood rat, call her Stacy
She cuss real bad, and she still throw Maceys
I want it so bad, please someone pace me
Try and say a hater we don't sue, come hate me
Boty boy boty boy, dese chopp's hit dis boty boy
Bag his ass up E class, keep da party goin'
Yes sir, I'm certified 3-0
?, tell dem niggas come and see ?

[Ace Hood:]
And I'm a come see him blast like an airbag
Make his body bounce, bounce, 25 shell count
Pussy nigga listen you don't listen you get hit with 50 missiles
leave you livin with da dead, understand dat?
I got some bitches and niggas dat wanna bandwag
I double up with da jewels and let da pants sag
100 stacks in da bag, now where da cash at?
Yes, I am blind to you hatas I got cataracts!

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ? next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!

[Brisco:]
What it do, what it is
See I don't talk to police and I don't play with kids, uh
I'm gutta, gangsta, projects
I know da block hot but I'm a open up regardless.
[Ace Hood:]
Yeah, and dey don't write dat couple gone topless
Vacant on da I, we a hunned and five
Me and Bris bout cash we let it blow in da skies
Not dat's blow money neva had no money
[Brisco:]
Now I'm da shit, believe dat (Whoah)
I know I got paper I just want a lil' mo'
I know you bitches talkin, so just talk a lil' mo'
Cause baby I'm me, and ya'll niggas hoes
Let's go
[Ace Hood:]
And I'm gone, my nigga you know I got em
See, I am just a product, receivin' all profit
See niggas wanna hate, tell em silly rabbit, stop it
See, me and Bristar outta space like martians

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
Cause I got my cash on check
My swag on check
Bitches I love my dick dey need to gizzay no shiit
Rollin on dem thangs
And ? next
Hata blockas is on, they can't tell me shit cause

[Brisco:]
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Cause I don't see ya'll
Nigga get on my level!
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Get 'Em - ace hood

[Hook:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
I'm a have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray

[Chorus:]
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go

[Verse 1:]
Hold up, where dey at
Khaled don't let me get em
Gun cocked, where his children
No talk, time to get em
Fake niggas gon make me kill em
Make his body shiver like hes naked in a river
Matter of fact umma leave him in da river
Come and get him when it's winter nigga holla back
I'm gutta done told ya that
Roc boy bitch hova back
Tell ya movin dem stabs of crack
See nigga you a lie like pac is back
Bend ya niggas all cramped and ya homie won't last
See ya something like paper tags
Don't make me slide dem macs
To save one blast and get his ass

[Hook:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
I'm a have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray

[Chorus:]
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go

[Verse 2:]
Now let me get him when I walk up in da place
Put da pace in ya face tellem gimme dat cake
Fuck niggas and I really don't think
That I know where dey lay ducktape dey face
Pop pop, unload dat K
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days
Pussy niggas, know where you lay
Actin like I don't know where you stay
Runnin out ya mouth that ya niggas too fake
Tellin other niggas that you rule dem thangs
(Whaaaaaat)
Yee ain't talk that lie
(Huuuuhhhh)
Yee ain't got no stride
(Nahhhhhhhhh)
You really grind
Leave em in da streets till the d-boyz find em
Dumb niggas and the honkin on da grind in the middle of the town
We gon g-g-gettem

[Hook:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
I'm a have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray

[Chorus:]
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go

[Verse 3:]
Now who am I muthafuckas, wanna know
When I pull up in a rova, they know that it's ova
Big hold and ya body like coasters
Creep creep we deep with soldiers
Black hoes that'll carry that toaster
Hot head now they callin me foldiers
But still creep in adidas with dem heatas and dem meters
When I see where your family at
Pop pop just call me ace
Slump niggas umma call you dead
Click clack then your t-shirt red
Hand em a tampon
No batteries included, know that the clip be hands on
And I take your mans arm
Leave his bodie slumped and the damned dawn

[Hook:]
You ain't comin round here talkin all that shit
Talkin bout look at all them bricks
I'm a have to come around your way
Nigga I'm real you all too fake
Ain't no pistol where your mama stay
Act like I don't know where you lay
Better act right before I get uptight
Act up umma let the automatic spray

[Chorus:]
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Boy there he go
Get em
Blocka blocka blocka blocka
Boy there he go
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Call Me - ace hood (feat. Lloyd)

[Ace Hood:]
So baby hollah at a G
I keep you away from prankstaz
You can be my mistress, I can be ya gangsta
Seen you on the money rockin bring me back the paper
Give you back half just for doin me dat favor
And yeah dats a thug's move
Show you what a thug do
Beat it while I feed it to you good like soulfood
Forget about old dude, call him Mr.used too
I can put it down like the top of my new Coop
Baby dats roofless
Tell ya what the truth is
Niggahz can't hit it right
Den baby he useless
I'm a yung thug, give it to you with my Chews on,
Shoes on, just incase a yungin gotta move on

[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

[Ace Hood:]
And though he bought you dat watch
Ya man ain't nothin
So hollah at a G if you need some thug lovin
Late nites on a call say she wanna feel sumum
She tell me put it down
I fuck her on hundreds
I give her refunds and her body keeps cummin
She know I put it down baby girl stop runnin
So what you wanna do cause I'm yung and still thuggin
Jus take this good while I'm headed to the money
Takin shots of the goose just to mix with gettin blunted
See I can brighten days keep ya wrists all studded
Ya boyfriends' lame tell'em Guttah get money
I keep it 100
Dats why you keep comin rite back

[Chorus: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

[Ace Hood:]
And baby I can show you new things
Sumum u ain't used to
Kick it with the guttah none otha you need a thug dude
Type of niggah beat it in his jeanz and his Tim boots
Hit it from the back, see you feelin like fruit juice
Fitted to the back, see he can eat what ya man do
Ain't doin his job, you can hit me on the hip boo
Ace
You know the name
A real niggah
Heavy off in the streets, see ya man, I'm a deal with him
Baby he play it lock like the Tommy The Hilfiger
Call me ya boss boy or just call me ya deal giver
Heard you needed a thug so there go ya meal ticket
Baby girl don't worry I'm dat hurry and get it like

[Chorus x2: Lloyd]
When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)

When at home all alone at nite
Cause dat otha niggah ain't lovin you rite
Just call me
Girl I can put it down (down)
You spendin money on dat buddy ain't hood
And no worries baby it's all good
Jus call me
I'll always be around (round)
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Ghetto - ace hood (feat. Dre)

[Chorus: Dre]
Leave my heart to the ghetto, rubberbands stuffed all in up, o yeahhh, o yeahh.
Get money (get money), dats the motto, hustle allday then we do the shit tommorrow,
I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), gotta get it (gotta get it) dats the motto, live for today you might never see tommorow, I'm in the ghetto (ghetto), I'm in the ghetto (ghetto),

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
See I went straight to the pros who done done it like me, breakup the flow now they holla "he a beast", from the city where there's killas & dealas & street beef, and them crackas on the corner every avenue and place, and my homies servin hard cause they livin by the day, see I do it for my family and hustled by the way, now I'm back up on the block ya see I'm cooler than them othas, certified colored sneakas, keep a fitted for the club, when I step out on the scene all dem hoes be showin love, they know that I'm the dude that be ringin thru the block, ace, ace, ace, ace, yeah fool heard it rite, I done been down to the bottom now I'm bound to see the top, my hood.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]
You gotta love ya hood, you need to love your projects, ay get me, get me.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I gotem, a couple triple beams, about an ounce of bakin soda, I got dat revenue dats hittin colda than sammie sosa, (incomprehensible)
Ya see growin up I seen alotta things I wern't supposed, so growin up I lost alotta people that were closa, dats why I stay up on my grind and only roll with soldiers, I hit the block and serve em everything away from soda, don't fuck with out the soda, sellin coke with out the cola, my clientel is strictly rock you can tell it by the odor, I keep that nino with the mac hid underneath the sofa, so if you ridin slngin tricks I suggest a coma, dem pussy niggaz want me dead so I suggest and dopa.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Yeah I wake up in the ghetto tryin dream a couple mill, I'm forced to get, momma shootin up and poppin pills,
Daddy on the porch with no remorse he sittin still, this be the city that never pity they would rather kill, I wipe my eyes and check my clientel who by yaself, I grab the pots and bakin soda yeah dat odor smell, dis be the hood I got connections like a phone cable, so watch where you work cause a mistake can be fatal, cause crakas searchin for dat person tho I'm undertable, can't find no witness, fuck dem snitches, dat get snitches popped, another day just talkin on the block, with a million on my glock, and a half off in my sock.

[Chorus x2: Dre]

[Hook: Dre]
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Top Of The World - ace hood

[Chorus]
Take a look at me now, I'm from the gutta but I made it, I made it to the top of the world,
Nothin holdin me down, I told them haters I would make it, I made it to the top of the world

[Verse 1:]
Congradulations all you fakers as you see I graduated, heres a favour for you haters, kiss my anus boiiii,
I made it out the ghetto, I made it out the gutta, but still I keep the street and now im hot as every summer.
They said I couldn't do it, but who are they to call, I started rappin and ended chances of playin ball.
And now the doubted, but young is sproutin above them all, straight out the ? county gutta skippin metaposs.
No homo I keep it solo but I will never fall, now every call I get the money is so involved,
2 stacks of betta is easy cheddar to hit the mall. I get the money to throw em so every day I ball,

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
And yes I made it, you cant mistake it, I know they hate it, they see my face in the paper next to they rappin favorites,
I am so amazing I am no one like im in the matrix.
And I made it mama, and don't stress your problems imma get us out tha, forget the drama that people holla just follow godda.
And he will lead you right through the problems I promise mama, and I swear that to the day I parish,
tell em khaled I will bury every nescesary cat who said I wouldn't homie.
Look at me now yea im laughin at you non believers, screamin gutta while im ballin err fuckin season,
I use to pass my cd me and fo fifth in 80, I use to bag em to listen but they were not believing, GO

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
And as I rap I create a classic, who would imagine, that I would inherit all the traits to be the greatest homie,
the world is mine and everything, lets get the money, see tony montana said it best, yes it's quoted truly,
so add this song to your list of greatest and classic movies, and imma roll the credits,
just in second, just get this message, shout out to everyone who supported me from past to present,
and I wanna thank khaled because without him there will be no sessions,
and I wanna thank fam cuz wit them they taught me this lesson,
and I wanna thank god cuz without him there will be no message,
and I wanna thank all of my fans cuz they are a blessing, this for BET refrence, I got my speech ready,
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Ride (Remix) - ace hood (feat. Trey Songz, Rick Ross, Juelz Santana, T-Pain)

[T-Pain:]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do, and then I,
chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to youuu, because I ride, or die, girl we gon be good

[Ace Hood:]
Baby just hold it down, I need a chick that'll ride for me,
my gutta baby who ain't scared to put it down for me, see this the remix shawty I'm a keep the cash comin,
don't guess who played the track and fast to keep the cash runnin, you my official lady,
no booin like mcgrady, don't do nobody favors, tell em fuck off and pay us,
that's what I love about you, don't watch no soap operas, you back that paper half naked get that?
in prada, then bring them dollas back to papa give you half a profit, you can go b low the money,
that louie bag of hundreds, we tryin to holla, but she be hella frontin, she never met a nigga real as... so it's all or nuttin

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross:]
She my lamborghini, I'm her 57, when she hold me I close my eyes and just picture heaven,
she picture perfect, this a perfect picture, I'm stuffin thousand lines in each and every verse I get ya,
I kiss her in the mouth, she watch my money stack, she know I'm here forever, it's deeper then a rap,
I have multiple showin, she one in a milli, now it's colorful stones, cause there's ice in my phillies,

[Juelz Santana:]
Sorry, I gotta go I gotta get it, but she know how daddy roll I'm coming back home with it,
sometime I take her with me when I go and get my dough,
cause my girl roll harder then some niggas I know, and I know, that she know, I'm by her side, she by my side,
and if I ride then she gon ride and we gon ride until we die, now now now now, picture us rollin,
in something stolen, steering wheel twirlin, who? me and my girlfriend.

[Chorus]

[Ace Hood:]
I gotta chick that'll hold me down, she moving no, when I'm outta town,
she ride or die and keep it line she never deny me down,
she find me shit that's bigger then? the baddest bitch around,
that's why I let her push the whip and drop the top and down,
and give her the stacks you just imagine you should see the smiles,
I have her shippin crates to different places out of town,
baby we ballin see them hatas they so out of bounds,
let's have a toast, I'm supposed to lay your body down,
I spread the money round give it to ya doggy style,
see this the remix bay I might just put that tonguein down,
gotta keep it gutta baby I'm tryin to hear that moanin sound,
cause you my ride or die it ain't no question about that...

[Chorus:]
Even though I'm in the streets, you know exactly what I do,
and when I chase this paper you ain't gotta wait for me to bring it back home to you,
because I ride or die, girl we gon be good, cause if you ride or die, we gon make it out this hood...
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Face Good - ace hood (feat. Flo Rida

Chea
Gutta
See whatchu have is that movement my nigga
It's Flo Rida, Ace Hood homie

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea, 1988 momma birthed a fuckin G, I tell her fuck a bottle gimme Hennesey to drink, the only drink allowed to put me in my deeper sleep, wake up in the morning on the corner no school fa me, nigga bought them peaches that be preachin servin work and trees, had a Visa Card hella stacks and only 17, my face is good in the hood I was servin beans, a real nigga they salute you when you getting green, the youngest niggas on the block totin 17s, the AR is tucked in side of my denim jeans, so show your past or get stretched like a flat screen, I'm certified and born to ride "I am the streets".

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Chea, I'm in that butta pecan bimmer creepin thru the hood, gotta keep it gutta mafuckas knew a nigga would, but I gotta pass courtesy of me and face good, in the streets of my city block in my damn hood, where niggas take your life for free like a canned good, I'm certified me and Flo Rida remain hood, betta state yo presence when you step in thru a man's hood, or you get caught up with them choppas leave you dead holmes, cause even in the middle of the hood you got a dead zone, red zone fake face do yo head gone, I'm from the city niggas die to pay a cell phone, it ain't right this life getcho bang on.

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Chea, and I was the low key nigga posted by the front do, young dreadlock niggas rockin them Dickies and a torch, got a house a red band gotta keep me on the porch, look I don't give a fuck cause these crackas show no remorse, tryin serve a nigga murder but neva heard of the source, they ask me where I got the weed from then I serve em feed some, tryin put my finga prints all on a clean gun, a real nigga neva born to be a snitch, neva knew I'd be rich but the streets made ki's, and since a (incomprehensible) a nigga stayed in the mix, neva snitchin on a bitch, and the Feds know shit, payed my dues to the real on the bricks.

[Chorus: Flo Rida]
You know my face good while they ask me on deck, Flo Rida and Ace cause the ghetto got next, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good yeahh, from the streets to the block to the trap to the hood, I neva got a problem let me getcha understood, my face good, my face good in the hood, my face good heyyy.
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"Ruthless" (2009)




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Get Money - ace hood (feat. Rick Ross)

Ace Hood, rosay
We the fucking best, maybach

It's so incredible

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit
And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit
Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view
Cashflow for the hoes I bought (straight to)
You wanna ride you can't be actin like dre foo'
N.W.A. I bet you ace played you
Hollywood hollywood I see the big lights
And I'm with my big homie ricky nigga yeah right

Every minute that my heart pump blood
Fuck what you heard momma raised a fuckin thug
Money on my mind imagine what's up in the trunk
And it get me to the life of funk driver store's thug
On the other ridges feelin like a billionaire
A got a couple mill a couple more an I'm really there
Haters talk around me fuck em like I really care
When we handle our business sorry they were never there

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up
Hundred on the chain bitch I think I'm king tuck
A nigga young and rich who feel like can't be touched
Fourty stacks for the chase no I can't see much
Unless you get the dollars still talkin cashflow
Thousand dollar bill president fidel castro
Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10
Ross cool as ice cube dicky and the black chef

I'm in a heli-chopper starin at the boat docks
Good weather good weather means more flux
Look in my eyes you can tell I'm seeing so clear
I get them bitches a prison an feeling no fear
More money means more louis carry-on
When I touch your city you should see how hoes carrillo
Bitch what's my name ace fuckin hood ain't a damn thang change us

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

Shit shit, and I'm a gettin money ass nigga
Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it
White squares that's equivalence of mo dough
I hear my nigga ricky selling on my promo
I make it rain hoe better wear your poncho
To seek me on my TMO I get you mo slow
The good life beats side of my condo
You know the name ask jermaine on cut thoug

Wooh, you talkin funny would you fucking with the franchise
I decide how much you form the shit we let ride
I gave niggas your first startup
Showed you how to dress made the hood be a part of
Maybe I should have kept my thought off
It's all good neather he'd hit the guard off
Now you shit nigga garbage you's a rat never build for this mob shit

I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas
I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up
I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up
I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwin their grass up
Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga
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Born An O.G. - ace hood (feat. Ludacris)

[Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)]
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put four or five bullets in your head

Ace Hood!

[Ludacris]
Yeah!
Luda!
As if the guillotine chopped off my noggin I got my head gone
Got my pedal to the metal and my Lambo poppin' in the red zone
Speedin' like demons is reason heathens is breathin' hard
but I roll with some heathens that just, just don't seem to believe in God
They'll whoop your head boy, put your body in the bottom of the ocean
Mean while Ludacris is in the MIA with Ace Hood somewhere smokin'
Got a pound of the purp and the smell on my shirt so I'm lookin' like roll it up
I be swimmin' in a pool of blood cause the A.K. super soak it up

Hahaha nahh fuck that I'ma come back with it, right quick, like this

Come back with it, ha ha ha ha, Nasty and Ludacris on the track with it
Got enough ammo to blow you out of proportion and put a motherfucker on his back with it
I'm so wrong, I'm so Gutta, I'm so dangerous, ain't I?
I'm so gone off these suckers but the flamers will bang you, cause I'm a solid aimer
The fat lady got a song to sang ya
Meanwhile I stashed all your bricks in my ? air plane hanger
I'm so high, I'm so fly, that is a fuckin shame
Smokin' weed by the bush with that kush, and you's a fuckin' lame

[Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)]
I wake up and got four or five bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head (in your head) [2x]

[Ace Hood]
In your head nigga, Young Gutta, Ace Hood homie
Yo! Luda I got 'em, Ruthless homie
And I'm a ball like a dog and I'm never gon' fall you can call me Jordan baby
In a Lamborghini drop top and I can't stop myself from stuntin' lately
And I'm stickin' to the dollars and my motto
you can follow, tell 'em holler, it's "Fuck you, pay me!"
I'll meet those hollows in the back of the Tahoe, they comin' at a spiral, borrow that
And any nigga want to get it, I ain't trippin', I'll send about 50 with a body bag
Zip it up, ship, ship his ass at the bottom of the ocean fast
Then I sit back, laugh, with a pound of that hash, me and Ludacris pass that
You will need a gasmask think you can still bag that

Mmmm haha, Ace Hood, Ace Hood, G's hood homie

And guess who, guess who I'm back with it
Ace Hood motherfucker don't act with it
Ruthless than a motherfucker, tell them other brothers don't try 'cause they know that I'm packin' it
Give me your car, then your keys, then your jeans, then your green
If you sneeze then you comin' up absent
And I roll with a pack of them goons and they only think tools with bodies packed in it
More money I'ma keep on stackin' it
Hundred thousand for the chain, immaculate
New whips I'ma keep plate taggin' it
New swag and a Louis duff bag with it
Ace Hood, that's who, you mad with it
To all you haters and you fake antagonists
I got a hit, what's your name? You can have it!

[Chorus: (Ludacris Ad-Libs)]
I wake up and got 4 or 5 bitches in the bed (in the bed)
Smokin' weed, Drinkin' liquor by the keg (by the keg)
I was born an O.G. if you ain't heard about me
I put 4 or 5 bullets in your head(in your head) [2x]
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Champion - ace hood (feat. Jazmine Sullivan & Rick Ross)

Ace Hoooood!

[Jazmine Sullivan:]
People said I wouldn't make it (make it)
That I'd never get to the top
There was nothing they could say that would make me stop
So I had to keep pushing (pushing)
Through the pain and the tears
All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here

That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Coming up I use to watch TV
Look up at the screen
Then look at my mama
Tell her ma that's gon' be me
She said son you gon' be great
I knew it from the start
Your daddy was a poet
That's how he captured my heart
It's in my blood, you ask me why I keep it real
Like [? ] asking how a nigga feel
Imagine how it feels
Waking up to nothing is enough to give you chills
Waking up to nothing is enough to make you kill
Enough to bring your daughter on a heist, it's unreal
You said you gotta song living life unreal
That's why I put my life in every song I kill
Sing it girl

[Chorus:]
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They was wrong, this the song of a champion (champion)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
I had a job too niggas, so what?
You haters make me laugh, how you hatin so much
Go head and do the math
Watch the numbers add up
Picture me and Khaled rollin to the grammys smashed up
Keep running to The Runners when it's time to make a (beat)
I'm gunning at you suckas who ain't try'na feel this sh**
My ambitons as a rider blastin' out a niggas whip
Throwing up a peace sign to all my hustlas on the strip
Top down in the chevy yea you know I keep it pimpin
And my pistol heavy niggas know that ain't slippin
Know that I'm on the grind niggas know that ain't slippin'
My faith is on the line so you know I ain't slippin'
You trippin' and that's why

[Chorus:]
That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They was wrong this the song of a champion (champion)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion

(Let's break it down for em...)
Ladies put your hands up high
(Came too far now to give up)
We gotta keep reaching for the sky
(It don't even matter say what you want)
Fellas put your hands up in the sky
(Nothing you could say that'll make me stop)
We gotta keep reaching for the sky
(I'm a keep going till I reach the top, and that's why)

[Rick Ross:]
Definitely livin' the life
I gravitated to the light
I sacrIficed a decade
Now it's times every night
Let them suckas' spectate
'Cause shorty I expect that
We still touching big weight
And surely I invest that
Break it down the best way
'Cause I know how to stretch that
Haters talking sideways
And I could never stress that
Ready for the war though
I would never compromise
Mami call me Gordo
You shine like summer time

[Chorus: x2]
That's why they can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (nothing)
They was wrong this the song of a champion
(I'm a champion and that's why)
That's why they can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
They can't tell me nothing (oh nothing)
Let me see your hands up if you a champion

People said I wouldn't make it (make it)
That I'd never get to the top
There was nothing they could say that would make me stop
So I had to keep pushing (pushing)
Through the pain and the tears
All the things I've been through is why I'm standing here
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Don't Get Caught Slippin - ace hood

[talking: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood
Street certified
I'm a tell you one thang, don't get caught
Slippin' out on these streets homeboy, keep your
Eyes and ears open ya undastand
Cause it might go down

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Young nigga seventeen, tryin' get money, niggas laugh about the dough but really ain't shit funny, just watch who you serve with them birds little buddy, any fiend ain't fiend if you see em' look funny, you better tell ya team you don't need that money, that shit smell funny, you ain't gettin' shit from me, I stacked a couple hundred fiends on these somethin', that white keep comin', tell tha boy to keep bumpin', well watch these folks keepin' enemies close an any nigga kin to me betta not fold, he say he a friend to me but snitchin' to the po', he waitin' on a court to tell the judge what he know, price on his head he'll be dead by fo', so homie don't slip, or you could be him, no speakin' on the phone cause them Feds get tips, don't get caught slippin', cause it might be them.

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
And I won't be slippin', the boy's on a mission, only vision of winnin' and my sight is on a million, servin' that white girl to any nigga wan get it, and fresh Louis linen dawg can call that pimpin', that thang on my side homeboy I ain't slippin', ya boys off snitchin' tell them niggas ain't with, it might go down so watch you do a round, niggas creep in the town leave bodies left on the ground, (don't get caught slippin'), cause the choppa get down, I spend in all black (incomprehensible) so keep away the fakin' ain't a real nigga round, if you eva go down stay loyal to ya fam, and you don't know shit neva snitchin' on the mound, and homie don't slip cause it might go down, yea homie don't slip cause it might go down, and homie don't slip cause it might go down.

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
And I run my city, I own my town, can't anotha man come and disrespect my grounds, ya eyein' ma nigga, ya want somethin' with em', you wannna come get it, you'll be dodgin' ma missiles, yea boy it went down, ya homie done slipped, and now he in a coffin on a first class trip, yea boy it went down, ya homie done slipped, and now he in a coffin on a first class trip.

[Chorus: Ace Hood]
When the traps side up and the mac slow down, you better hit the deck cause it might, don't get caught slippin' cause it might go down, don' t get caught slippin' cause it might go down. Keep an eye on yo nigga, runnin round town, yea that little boy tellin' so it might go down, don't get caught slippin', yea it might go down, don't get caught slippin' yea it might go down.
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This Nigga Here - ace hood (feat. Birdman & Schife)

[Schife:]
Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit,
Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit
Purple label new cavallis, ain't no body fly as this
Back seat of the double R, I'm on my recliner shit
This nigga here keep a 100 on his wrist
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch
This nigga here keep a customized whip
This nigga here keep a hundred round clip

[Ace Hood:]
This nigga here... Keep it realer than a mother fucker,
More ruthless than these other mother fuckers
I'm in the booth up in this mother fucker,
God knows I spit the truth to all these mother fuckers
I tell them workin' don't get paid up in this mother fucker
Grab you a? song? and go get laid up in this mother fucker
I roll up, Niggas BOW DOWN, bitches show up, they wanna BOW DOWN
My money to extravagant to handle it, I'm arrogant as fuck, ME, I'm the one who handle it
Every corner that you got's under new management,
We get the money, burn it to the grown, ya'll can have that shit
Ya team pussy, I'm a go and damage it, leave a hundred shells outside your house, nigga handle it

[Schife:]
Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit,
Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit
Purple label new cavallis, ain't no body fly as this
Back seat of the double R, I'm on my recliner shit
This nigga here keep a 100 on his wrist
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch
This nigga here keep a customized whip
This nigga here keep a hundred round clip

[Ace Hood:]
This nigga here... Keep it realer than a mother fucker,
More ruthless than these other mother fuckers
Round 2 up in this mother fucker, fist full of cash, stuntin in this mother fucker
Grab a bitch and tell her she comin' with all of us
Then tell her go and get her friend for my god brother
We got money and we finna shut the club down
Ace Hood? Pussy nigga ask around
You come to my city? Hottest in the town
Niggas got a problem? Meet my chopper rounds, AK47, leave ya body down
I know you heard that we showin out in every town
I keep that Louis drippin on me when I puts it down
They holla "This nigga here, he a fuckin clown"

[Schife:]
Gucci this, Louis that, I'm on my designer shit,
Presidential top notch, Only rock the finest shit
Purple label new cavallis, ain't no body fly as this
Back seat of the double R, I'm on my recliner shit
This nigga here keep a 100 on his wrist
This nigga here keep him a bad bitch
This nigga here keep a customized whip
This nigga here keep a hundred round clip

[Birdman:]
50 on some Gucci, 80 on the rag, 100 on some Louis, 100 in the bag
100 and the whole dashboard gold, Platinum on the teeth, cherry red roll
You know the money swole, a nigga neva folds, Presidential sweets, Italian marble floor
20 million on some new shit, new houses, new whips... all new shit
New bitch, mandatory keep a new lick, New clips, hallow tips for the bullets
Stuntin on these bitches see we do this every summer, Pull out the hummers
Calli for the runners, Sun do shine... shine on the sun, make another mil, spend another hundrew
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Mine - ace hood (feat. The-Dream)

Hey Hey Hey

[The-Dream:]
All we do is get money
Gotta hit the bank
Man I'm running out of hundreds
(Hey shawty hey hey hey hey shawty)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine

Ace hooooood (mine mine)

[Ace Hood:]
Big money talking if you broke stay quiet
And watch how all my niggas in a club make a riot
Throwing honeys in the sky
And watch it all fall
I'm blopping on your lady cause' she love to watch me ball
She be giving me the eye
I'm giving her a call
Then it's back to the suites
Next week the Taj mahal
Every day is like a sweet stick
Pick out what you want
It ain't trickin' if you got it baby
Pick out what you want
Reclimb your seat back
And let yourself go
You ain't a Mr. Berrada
I spit that cash flow
Now let her hands go
Lil homie you lame
I have her back to you tomorrow
I let my niggas say
Homie

[Chorus: The-Dream]
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine (mine mine)

[The-Dream:]
I got money you should help me spend
Take you out of that domestic and put you in a Benz
Your old boyfriend don't wanna pay your rent
I put five stacks only that ain't **** (that ain't ****)
Take you out the hood
Put you in the heels
Put you in a crib
This is how you should live
A girl like you should be sitting on a yacht
Looking down at ya rock
I know she yours!

[Chorus: The-Dream]
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine

(Ace hooooood)

[Ace Hood:]
Hey I'll be ballin out a budget
I'll be ballin like the Pistons
Master P money I'll be ballin with no limit
See ya lady I'm me she comin to her senses
She can smell her money plus don't stuntin' on the sixty
Kickin with her richie
Ya man he's a mess fe (?)
I can show you things, diamond rings be the witness
He ain't gotta worry
I ain't trying be yo man boo
I'm just tryin to take you places you gon' need your sandles
Seein' is believin' I just hope that you can handle
Girl I make it rain you can determine the weather
Bentleys, Phantoms
Just don't test the channel
Know you with yo' man but I'm the **** that keep you (?)

[Chorus: The-Dream]
But she wanna be mine
Mine mine mine mine
Oh! She wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
Man she wanna be mine (mine mine mine)
(All I do is get money) (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine
I I I I get white boy money (mine mine mine)
I know she yours
But she wanna be mine

Hey hey shawty!
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Wifey Material - ace hood (feat. Lloyd)

[Lloyd:]
Yeaaahh
All around the world (around the world)
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

[Ace Hood:]
Tjeah I live my life like a vivid dream of living lavish I done perished of the triple beam, (triple beam)
My momma told me but I couldn't see so why you plot? my economic mind to the streets
ACEEEE
I tell you life is never promised if you f*ck with him you get f*cked everynight that's a promise(promise), A n*gga real let you're friends hatin' f*ck them ho's bet me and you escape(escape)
And I ain't gotta talk it cause I live it girl I like to welcome you to my exquisite world
ACEEE
Where the goose stay on cheetah?
You can take it all of baby do what you feel.

[Lloyd:]
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

[Ace Hood:]
I wake up mornings and I picture what I've been trough 5 siblings gotta live in 3 bedrooms now it's big cribs whips and them blue pooch beautifull broads and they all wanna do who? ACE HOOOOD
Pleasure P to set the sex mood and once I sex you just forget the next dude beats I few lingerie see trough she say I'm so hood rubbing on my tattoo you ever been to Cancun? I can take you I feelin like BIG when he wrote juice, fruit loop cush livin like the chest mood yeah they hate cause we doing they can't do

[Lloyd:]
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material

[Ace Hood:]
Tjeah and I grind every 21st
Always love the day and pray to see the 21st
Kiss my mommas and I gotta go
Maried to the dough all pre-numbtual
ACEEE
Tough baby know that it's a G-thang
Beat game while I'm taking of you're g-string (g-string)
Take a look into the pink frame we pick everything have it your way.

[Lloyd:]
I done been all around the world seen all kinds of girls,
But ain't none like youuu cause you are wifey material
You know that I'm in love with a girl but ain't none like you cause you are wifey material.

Oh, oh, oh wifey material
Oh, oh, oh wifey material
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Bout Me - ace hood (feat. Ballgreezy)

Mr. Hood
Nigga I'm good
Ace hood
Face good
Wish a nigga would
Take this
Bake this
Feed it to the wolves,
These muthafukas should
I'm beatin like band wood,
That black flag swag is part of my man hood,
That pistol on that seat it's just keepin ya man good,
I'll pop his top like drops and can goods,
I'm gutta
Tell you one thing bout me
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens
And if by all means
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin the promethezine
I'm on leen,
Ball greez my dude
Well goon ya hole team,
I'm him them dangers ask ya man dange
15 bottles of rose and champain
Niggas dey no duh name
And understand the game
I kno u c the chain
It's we the best the game...

Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...

I'm a stack my bread and fuck niggas hoes,
Shoot dice, drink liquor and sell dope,
Tote fire stay fresh err where I go
Pop pills n wildin keep my codeon
Pack extra clips nd get my suit on
Ask bitch ass niggas who wanna move wrong
So if you got it on ya mind let a nigga know
So I cud show u dat duh nine send niggas home
Otha den dat duh street niggas love greez
Even doe dey baby mama wanna fuck me
I'm 100 bout everything duh boy du
Dats y duh crowd behind me err where I move
Nd u can tell by duh swag greez bout money,
Nd I dnt play no games wen it's bout money,
I du it for dem young niggas dat pop beans, the hot boys with big stacks cops see...

Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...

Ayy where my goons at,
Where my g's at
Where dem killas n dem zoe's stayin so strapped
Broaward county on the map dats a known fact,
N wen I tawk bak people runnin fo flat(brrrraaat)
Nd night light see duh light u cud follow dat
... I creep all black.
So straped,
Fuck rap get ya baby boy kidnapped,
Black flag my rag got duh wrist wrap...
We stilla g wen I walked out of pintack,
Cause I'm me
Whose he we cud end dat,
Street nigga ain't no tym 4 dat chit chat,
I'm cold like caronas in a 6 pack
, ace hood gettin head like a ball cap
One thing about me I dnt call back,
Fall back I'm addicted 2 duh brown bag
, mc hammer swag,
Can't touch dat...

Bitch I'm ruthless
Boy I'm a g
Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me
1 thang bout me
I du it 4 duh streets
I du it fa duh killas nd dem young o-gz
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me, bout me,
Bout me,
I'm a g I'm a rock with dat beat
Tell u diz about me,
Bout me,
Bout me,
Bout me, I'm a keep dat black flag on me, tell u dat about me...
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Loco Wit The Cake - ace hood

Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake

Ay you wanna start a food fight get your attitude right
For I put this cake all in your face and have your crew like who dat is Ace Hood
You didn't know that's Ace Hood ask around in every project they say his face good
Put the range rover on them 24s I skate good specially with the paper ace all over my
Ace hood
Chain fuck a dummy I need hoes to educate me good BRAIN
Take the package up the temple come back home and get PAID
Seven Days about a week a nigga gotta get PAID
Quit yo hatin get on yo job and hoe you can get PAID
Like ace like who like me nigga that's why every bitch you tryin to fuck like me nigga

Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake

I rep this crack like it's chemistry got an F in chemistry
Took the white and turned it green now that's what I call chemistry
That's what I call enterprise call my work the enterprise
20 junkies beamin up tuscotti in my enterprise
Smokin in my space ship floatin through the galaxy
They callin my a shootin star leave hoes off through yo calvery
Ganstas goons and killers only niggas on my salary they all got charges pending
Murder burglaries and batteries
Niggas tryin to battle me end up finding they tragedy laided out on the floor and breathin fast and lookin up at me UP AT ME
Pantin? on your chevy when you scramblin ruthless than a muthafucka with hundred grand on me

Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake

Ay you can call me mister cash flow money out tha asshole
Thugin gettin paper what you think now Louis bag hoe pull up in that stupid whip
Hundred for this stupid wrist stupid this stupid that loco with the money bag
Lamborghini murcielago girl you got a stupid? Gucci this Louis that ridin with them paper tags
And my bitch she bad as hell Juciy Loius Gucci bag
All my niggas love to swag Bentleys? back to back
Twenty grand I'll show you goin low and tell em holla back
Pain you a dummy blow about thirty on a whip and then swang on them thirties
I drop the top on them verties switch lanes on them haters I'm throwin paper to make them spend

Spent thirty in tha mall
Goin loco with the cake
Five cars sittin tall
Goin loco with the cake
Ten on some Cali Bud
Goin loco with the cake
Den I hit the strip club
Goin loco with the cake
Glittered up my wrist
Goin loco with the cake
Went and Guccied up my bitch
Goin loco with the cake
Reppin five with the beams
Goin loco with the cake
I put on my whole team
Goin loco with the cake
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Love Somebody - ace hood (feat. Jeremih)

[Jeremih]
I could have all the money in the world
But it wouldn’t mean nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
And I could have all the fame in the world
But it wouldn’t mean nothin’, nothin’, nothin’

If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)

When I’m in the club (when I’m in the club)
They be showin’ me lovin’ (they be showin’ me lovin’)
But it really don’t make a difference
If it ain’t my girl (if it ain’t my girl)
Then it don’t mean nothing (then it don’t mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah yeah yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah yeah yeah

[Ace Hood]
I’m addicted to money, I’m addicted to cream
I’m addicted to her, for that love I’m a fiend
Just imagine your touches, I can picture your rubbin’
But I smile when I see ya, girl I’m high of your lovin’
Live my life like a dream, every king needs a queen
Girl my life is a movie, sipping Goose in Jacuzzi
Picture staring this movie, picture dripping in Luis
See us cruising on yachts, while we feasting on sushi
Used to mingle with groupies, they be begging to do me
But my mind on my misses, never mind all dem women
Feel me tasting your kisses, and it’s you what I’m missing
Girl I’ll trade in this living, I just want you to listen

[Jeremih]
When I’m in the club (when I’m in the club)
They be showin’ me lovin’ (they be showin’ me lovin’)
But it really don’t make a difference
If it ain’t my girl (if it ain’t my girl)
Then it don’t mean nothing (then it don’t mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah, yeah, yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) You know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah, yeah, yeah

If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)

[Ace Hood & Jeremih]
Now if you love em’ and you know it and it ain’t that hard to show it
Put your hands up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your hands up
Now if you with em’ through whatever,
Know that shit can’t do em’ better
Put your hands up (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put your hands up. Ace

[Ace Hood]
Got the money and cars, biggest houses and yards
Had the baddest of broads, but I’ve trade in it all
Hang up my player card, present the ace of heart
You can keep the fame, the game, the name and all the fancy cars
You can have all them groupies, they be begging to do me
Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women
Feel me tasting your kisses, and it’s you what I’m missing
Girl I’ll trade in this living, I just want you to listen

[Jeremih]
When I’m in the club (when I’m in the club)
They be showin’ me lovin’ (they be showin’ me lovin’)
But it really don’t make a difference
If it ain’t my girl (if it ain’t my girl)
Then it don’t mean nothing (then it don’t mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah, yeah, yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) You know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah, yeah, yeah

If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)

[Ace Hood]
When I’m off up in the club, yes I’m missing your love
Girl I’m fiendin’ your drug, and I need that it’s a must
All these women I lust, begging me for my tough
Don’t amount up to much, but it’s nothing like one
You can have all them groupies, they be begging to do me
Put my mind on my misses, never mind all them women
Feel me tasting your kisses, and it’s you what I’m missing
Girl I’ll trade in this living, I just want you to listen

[Jeremih]
When I’m in the club (when I’m in the club)
They be showin’ me lovin’ (they be showin’ me lovin’)
But it really don’t make a difference
If it ain’t my girl (if it ain’t my girl)
Then it don’t mean nothing (then it don’t mean nothing)
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah, yeah, yeah
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah) when you know
When you know (Yeah)
You know you got somebody who loves you
When you know (Yeah) You know
When you know, when you know
Cause without her I know something’s missing yeah, yeah, yeah

If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)
If you love somebody and nobody else matters say yeah (yeah, yeah) oh yeah (yeah)

I could have all the money in the world
But it wouldn’t mean nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
And I could have all the fame in the world
But it wouldn’t mean nothin’, nothin’, nothin’
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Overtime - ace hood (feat. Akon, T-Pain)

Ace Hood.
It's do or die.
Gotta go put in, overtime.
Yea, cause it's now or never.

I'm a put it on the line,
Gotta win so I'm ganna grind.
Put it overtime [x5]

Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime [x5]
Cause it's now or never.
Put it over time.

[Ace Hood:]
Well I'm sitting on the goal line.
Staring at the game clock.
Facing a hundred years,
Member Jordan had the same shot
Carolina blue,
California green.
Jump for the white,
Getcho frilly sheets.
Ace Hood they go crazy when I'm in your city.
Ace Hood, that's what they sayin in every city.
I put my team first,
We never reheard.
We the best franchise cause it's chids first.
Start the life where I give to the G-co,
Drafted outa high school then I hit my free throws.
You see them free shows, we call them free throws
Now it cost em 20 stacks just to witness me flow
Just to witness me flow

It's do or die,
Gotta go put it overtime.
Cause it's now or never,
I'm a put it on the line,
I gotta win so I'm a grind
Put it overtime [x5]

Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime [x5]
Cause it's now or never.
Put it over time.

Diamond rings,
Real niggers do real things.
I say hanging with the bitches and the songs I sing.
Real niggers do real things.
I'm listening in the back

If your tryna win the trophy then u gotta do it big.
We own every bag,
And I keep it fly.
We don't needa see the tag,
We just see if there's a cop
Pulling out of control,
Puttin out on the line.
Oh mumma sippin for calfornia I want it triple time.
Now get down onto your seats,
I'm about to double time.
Ace Hood, Konvict we gonna put in overtime.

It's do or die,
Gotta go put it overtime.
Cause it's now or never,
I'm a put it on the line,
I gotta win so I'm a bribe
Put it overtime [x5]

I'm a put it on the line,
Gotta win so I'm ganna bribe.
Put it overtime [x5]

Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime [x5]

[T-Pain:]
Nappy Boyyyyyyyyy!
And I can't slow down for nothing.
See I, gotta get overtime,
Cauz I'm a stay on my grind
Cauz money stays on my mind
I feel like 24 hours just ain't enough for me,
If you feel me put your hands up for me.
This is over grind,
I'm go for mine,
I'm going blind,
Cauz I'm putting overtime.

Cause I got money on my mind,
Give me every penny, every dime.
Put it overtime [x5]
Ace Hood, Akon we the best one time
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