G Herbo – Tired (feat. Lil Bibby) (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
Hope it all pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive
See my face pop up on Channel 5, talking about a homicide
He was caught laid out on Essex Ave gunned down a bunch of times
No gun on me so that means I lied in all them fucking rhymes
I ain’t tryna go out like that, how the whole city run they mouth like that
Got a .40 cocked back, hollow tip magazine, yeah I leave out the house like that
Gotta stay lowkey, I ain’t been off lean but I’m ready to bounce right back
Getting tired of everybody putting stress on me, fuck around and relapse right back
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
Tired of being around my homies dying, seen too many homicides
Kobe’s last breath right before my eyes, shit had me traumatized
I’m so sick and tired of being tired, I don’t even exercise

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
I tote me a big .45, I’m tired of eights, I’m tired of nines
Niggas got my name in they mouth, guess they ain’t never gonna get tired of dying
I’m tired of trying, I’m tired of flying, I’m tired of niggas lying
Bout to move down south, cop a big ass house, I need some peace and quiet
I was always silent, grew up violent, adapted to my climate
Fly as a pilot, please come try it, I stay with my sidekick
I already cocked back, pussy nigga top back, put a bullet hole in your Sox cap
Niggas wanna start rumors like I ain’t got shooters, tell ’em hating ass niggas stop that
I know real drug lords and I really fought war why the hell you think I bought these guns for?
40 Glock with the beam, pull up on the scene, I make all the niggas run for it
See me out in the town, got at least 30,000, so them hating ass niggas come for it
I ain’t worried about the bread, put a hundred on your head, make all my lil niggas hunt for him

[Hook: G Herbo]
They say Herbo don’t come around no more, I wonder why
Maybe I’m just tired of having the iron everywhere I ride around
I got so tired of nickel and diming and seeing my mama crying
So sick and tired of niggas that ain’t got nothing, want some of mine
No I ain’t broke no more, I ran it up, I’m tired of lying
Gotta hide the Mac, can’t worry about niggas no more, I’m tired of trying
I be on the grind, I don’t get no sleep so all the time I’m tired
Hope it pay off, mama said she tired of wondering if I’m alive

[Outro: Lil Bibby]
I said if you wanna get ahead sometimes you gotta go with doubt you feel me? You have to make a lot of sacrifices for this shit man, you know what I’m saying? A wise man once told me, he said Bibby you want something you never had, you gotta do something you ain’t never did. You feel me? He said Bibby you having too much fun, you know what I’m saying? It’s grind time man and I like niggas to be on my ass sometimes man. Look, push me, they push me to go harder, you know what I’m saying?

G Herbo – Havin’ Shit (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
G Herbo…. G HERBO!!

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 1]
BITCH, IT’S G HERBO!!
Yeah, I know you know me
I be gettin’ dough
I been tourin, remember
I was poor that had to be at least 7 years ago
At 14 we was out there on that savage shit
In the hood we beat niggas snatching, smashing shit
Now I might be in LA smoking that Cali shit (Pasto)
Up in Barney fucking up the Mcqueen and I’m just
Buying shit
15 racks in my Balmain you can see it poking
40 tuck so tight don’t even look like I got it on me
Stay in your lane you a fuck nigga, no you not my homie
I don’t got nothing for no nigga I just got it on me

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

[Verse 2]
Look 2015 I did like 120 shows
I’ll pop a 65, 10,10,10,10,10K
I was sipping on drank
Blowing off stank, fucked off 50K
And when I went broke, I saw my last
I dont know what to say
I didn’t do no crying, got off my ass, ran up a 100K
I had that money running laps like I’m late
Them packs were outta town, I don’t remember her name
By the time my 18th birthday I was up a 100K
Rubber band up at my momma house
I don’t have no fucking bank
I remember my sophomore high school teacher said what I couldn’t make
She made like 24 a year, my Bezel 38 (BITCH!)

[Hook]
Niggas know that I been havin’ shit
Know that I’ve been havin’ shit
Blow a hunnid K, on a habit bitch
Waitin’ for a nigga to try some shit
Niggas now that I’ve been savage bitch
A hunnid shot can in my mattress
I been gettin’ hoes, riding foreigns
And countin’ all this dough, cause I been tourin’
Like 20, 30 shows, just got some more rich
Count up and count some more, it’s never boring

G Herbo – Something (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I’m just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit

[Verse]
Look I won a race, 100 miles and running
They was stopping, I ain’t jog or nothing
I ain’t lag or nothing
I was 20 laps ahead of y’all, I ain’t brag or nothing
Gang rooting, under pressure, I ain’t let them down or nothing
Everybody got they cameras, had me a (?) or something
All my hard work, all them days in
Y’all know where I started
All them late nights going retarded
Running with the wildest youngings
Smelling like 1000 onions
Damn that shit don’t count for nothing
When I told ’em I was coming
They just thought that was I bluffing
Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch ’em
Pretty ladies, yeah I love ’em
Come backstage, they let me fuck ’em
Free (?) don’t owe her nothing
I was rushing, I was getting ready
Make her hold my luggage
Met her once, she let me fuck her twice
She know I might fuck up her life
Too lit to have a fucking wife
She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it
She can board her flight
Lil (?) might get her something to go, I guess I’m sorta nice
Never been on dates, I risked my life
She see me blowing this pipe
Baby I’m not regular, no I’m not your average dude
I grew up a hard knock, that’s not up my avenue
Gotta move something like the president
Can’t leave no trace or evidence
Or location, if I’m there too long I gotta move
Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don’t like your attitude
Big G Herbo, don’t leave the G out when you say Herbo
Never leave the G out
Glock on me every day I leave out
Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout
Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house
(?) everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out
And I got more coming, got another tape dropping
Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money
Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain’t push the score button
Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me
Still getting tour money
15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers
Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain’t running like the Porsche running
Remember yelling 47 with the torch running
(?) on the ops block
Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning
All my niggas all about money
In the middle of the war hustling
Hustle homies and you know it touch us
Shut the whole block down, no more hustling
Start all (?) I roll the steel up
Everybody on the team tryna score something
Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something
Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon
But we ain’t going out sweet, no cop dying
That means ain’t no cops killing us
Ain’t no ops killing us
Some say I might sound cocky
Some say I might sound scary
But I know that I’m gon’ get home where I’m from that’s (?)
Where I’m from shit get scary, niggas get buried
Riding up on your block, bloody mary
Don’t you double dare me
I’m from the Eastside of Chicago
I’m Gucci where I go
Niggas know me where I go
I’m an OG where I go
You can’t help what you born with
But it’s on you if you die broke
If I die before I wake
Have a party when I go
20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go

G Herbo – Eastside Story (Strictly 4 My Fans Album)

[Intro]
Ay, G Herbo, this a real Eastside story right here man
RIP them niggas, hah

[Verse]
Used to ride the front of the bus now I’m in the back of the back
Nigga this that Maybach, remember way back, I was trapping and strapped
This was back when Lil Roc stay with Titi an I start fucking with Cap
G-Mo was in the trap, used to give me dap, before I was fucking with rap
I met Kobe on the five, we was micced down in ’05
Timbos and spray painted shirts
Now big bro own one of mine
Wake up, money on my mind
Think bout fonem all the time
Back when Grams lived on the four
First floor, 7405
Vito stayed on the other side
Him and Hill real running wild
WIth Chico and probably smoking dro
8 bucks for a pound of loud
Used to leave for school, lil blac on chico nem porch all the time
Fuck with OGs off the fire
Shorties and shit just wasn’t my crowd
Four of them fucking up the wheel
I ran (?), ain’t fuck with (?)
That was grade school by the way, we been them niggas all this time
Acting East can’t hit it for the (?)
Five to nine, (?) to (?) and (?) was on the map
Niggas know there ain’t a bitch we ain’t fucked, taking hoes back
Used to do pelly coats with his crew back
Chrome buck 50, smash the new gat
Leather (?) with the weed (?)
Fazo had one that was blue black
G Fazo, ain’t need to say more
Bust so hard, make you wanna shoot back
(?) don’t do that
Fuck that, I ain’t even wanna talk about it
Miss all my niggas, why talk about ’em?
All they like us niggas bitch made
Lil nigga, big gun, that was Lil Gage
Fucked up, lil bro was lil sis age
Made 1800 on a good day
Don’t end up dead or broke
Go jail like a (?) is what the hood say
Might as well sell dope, rob, steal anything tryna stay afloat
I’m on point like an arrow
Aim the Glock like PeeWee, tell the opp, "hello"
Got smoke like Dero, remember walking (?)
Hoodied up if we got to blow
Still fuck the opps crazy, RIP Alamo
79th Street raised me, some of my niggas since babies
No Limit crazy
Remember nights off the lazy
Mom’s telling me to slow down, steady tryna persuade me
I was deep in the streets, she calling and getting no sleep
Scared for her baby
I was running the east
Turning into Herbo G
The big humble beast, ay

G Herbo – At The Light (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
So much money keep coming, I get it like "what I’ma do with that?"
Buy choppas and clips hold a hunnid, now what I’ma do with that?
Wonder who I’ma shoot with that
Ride through the 8 block and the Rugers clap
Call up J.Dot, broad day face shot
Hollows make his face drop, knock his noodles back
Now how true is that?
Yeah my niggas they doing that
All black, lets go do a hit
Hoodie on, they like "who is that?"
We at war, we got stupid shit
Talking 50 shot macs with the cooling kit
Fazoland where I’m cooling at
Bodies drop, I don’t got nothing to do with that
And man it’s crazy, that I ain’t even made it, but these niggas hate me
And I’m patient cuz I’m still in 1st place, but I ain’t even racing
I’m just sprinting to 100’s and 50’s and Beamers and Bentleys
Yea its with me, if you want it come get me
I move with that semi
Don’t come near me, cause I’ll act a fool with that semi
In that new SRT8 with a whole pint of drank and a tool in this hemi
Heater right on my lap yea so I’m cool in this Hemi
And when I stop at the light I make sure I grip tight on that pipe

[Hook]
I know niggas out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I’ll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights (2x)

[Verse 2]
Me and Kobe off ACT with the sprite
He just left and they took his life
Wish the lord woulda just let him fight
But don’t trip man its gon be aight
Cuz I got lil niggas tryna earn stripes
I could write them a check for your life
They might walk up and check you tonight
40 sneeze we gon’ bless you tonight
Mask up broski, lets do it right
Catch a crowd bring them choppas out
Ain’t no shooting out the car, nah bro’nem hopping out
Yea, smash on sight fuck the cops we gon’ pop it out
And we stay in the field, block busting I’m popping out
NO LIMIT’s what’s popping now
City love me, ain’t nun else to talk about
Labels all on my bumper now
Call Mikk like "bro, what they talking bout?"
If they ain’t talking them M’s, ain’t none else to talk about
Wait ’till my tape drop, watch the label start stalking now

[Hook]
I know niggas out for my life
Gotta look to my left and my right
I’ll be damned I get left at the light
Summertime, I remember them nights (2x)

G Herbo – Koolin’ (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro]
I’m just koolin til my tape drop
Welcome to Fazoland the mixtape
Let’s get it
GANGGGG!!

[Verse 1]
10 birds in the Louie bag
Wrapped up in the glad top
Hop straight in the Audi, 9 tucked in the stash box
Got thousands everywhere
There’s money piling everywhere
Why the cops hot on our block?
Man, there’s violence everywhere
Boy don’t try us, why you think you hear them sirens in the air?
Hollows flying, mommas cryin
There’s homies sighin’ over there
We start rollin thru them blocks
Whips stolen, shooting Glocks
Man down, blew his top, then walk around like "who was shot?"
And we not talkin to the cops, so we don’t know what’s true or not
And bitch I cop so many fits to rock, don’t know whats new or not
It’s Lil Herbie I got lots of swag
True religion all that
Went to town workin lots of jabs
True religion skull cap
Talkin shit then get ya skull cracked
Beat that nigga wit a ball bat
Pussy niggas I ain’t dealin wit em’
Let the 50 hit em’ to resolve that
Why the whips so hot
I spend 10 grand tomorrow
I promise ima make it all back
Ima ball so hard, don’t got no competition
City know that ima dog now
And my money long, just imagine all the niggas tryna call my phone now
When I was on the block, you ain’t really think that I could do it on my own NAH
Now im on the road, smokin doin shows, you think you could come along? NAH
But nah you ain’t real
Nigga you ain’t really real
And if you was in a jam and you had to give up info, you’ll tell
Don’t walk up on me, what’s the deal?
Mally paranoid let the semi spill

CRAHHHH!!!

[Hook]
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole

[Verse 2]
You niggas foolish, im just coolin and yall still losin
I see you tryna steal my shit, but yall can still use it
And I ain’t trippin bout that bitch, man she’s still useless
Nah, I ain’t tryna save that ho, but you can still do it
Im bout my paper, im just chasin
Remy keep the chaser
He said im broke, yeah he’s a hater, he must be mistaken
Pull up in all types of whips
They all excite ya bitch
On Instagram yall like to kick
She always bite the dick
Got no time for relationships
Catch me on flights n’ shit
Or im in the 9 in the nicest whips
Runnin thru lights n’ shit
Told myself if this shit take off then I just might get rich
Can’t forget bout that hellhole, I spent my life in it

[Hook]
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole
Im koolin(2x)
Koolin(2x)
In this hellhole

G Herbo – Fight Or Flight (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
My momma used to say, "Never quit, baby that just don’t exist!"
And just cause she’ll suck ya dick, don’t mean you could trust the bitch!
I’m just giving you the real
Cause I don’t come from Hollywood or Beverly Hills
I’m from where mothers don’t care and babies get killed
Where you gotta rob and go steal for stomachs to fill
And it’s hard for a young, black nigga like myself
Where the police compare oneself with everybody else
So that means if you yourself they think you’re everybody else
So I don’t care ’bout no one else
Just my family and myself
Yeah, that’s just my way of thinkin’
In my city and it helps cause no one gives a fuck
About me, you, or nobody else
And it’s cool
I’m still livin’ over East
We still chillin’, sippin’ lean
Smokin’ swishas, stackin’ hunnits to the ceilin’
We still winnin’
We just fightin’ to survive
It’s a shame I gotta ride with this nina on my side
They used to say…

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

[Verse 2]
Lil Herb, I’m the actual
Hottest young nigga comin’ out the murder capital
Spit lyrics that when real niggas hear it they just capture you
But don’t let it capture you
They like, "Fuck who went before you, who the hottest after you?"
That actual answer is unanswerable
Haters try to answer, but who the fuck was askin’ you?
And it’s true, I’m the truth
I just grind, no excuse
And broke niggas I won’t stoop to a level low as you
I gotta get it, I ain’t down with it
All the shit I did, I can’t slip
So I’m dying with it
Any nigga try and get it!
They try to be with it
See me? I gotta be with it!
Won’t ever leave my squad, but I can’t put my family in it
My family in it, can’t confuse family with business
NO LIMIT MB, we’ll fuck ya family nigga
It’s family dinner, break bread everyday
Pray my circle never break
And I can hear my momma say, "Look…"

[Hook]
Never quit, never give in
Hey, don’t you quit
Never give in (2x)

G Herbo – 4 Minutes Of Hell (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

Intro(Lets get it! Fazo Land Roc Bloc L’s)

[Verse 1] (Lil Herb)
I remember growing up tryin get it
Gotta eat by any means, for that green I was with it
But I had to humble down I learned
Money come around now I’m tryin to raid the town
So my clips scrape the ground
If I’m riding round ima get that
Petty stains i ain’t with that
Never fed in to the chit chat
Cause these fuck niggas they’ll act hard til the mac spark
Leave em flatlined in the backyard thats a quick hit
Scratch the hit list
My lil niggas gone flip shit
Don’t tolerate no bitch shit
Mossbergs that’s 6’6 better duck from the bucks
Buck after buck, 1 leave em stuck 2 leave em slumped Throw the pumps in the trunk
Knuck if you want if he jump he a chump
Better watch how he move if he clutch he’ll dump
I ain’t worried bout em, I ain’t taking no L’s
Only heard about em cause the old heads told stories about em
And Rel just told me, Herb man fuck em up
And that’s what ima do, so if you riding, man buckle up
You know its goin down, so the guys gone knuckle up
We booming on the work, so on the first they come and fuck with us
They know we got that drop, yall rocks playing double dutch
Stepped on concrete, washed out like laundry
Pharrow in the cut Dooski twisting up the blunt
And Remo in the garage and grab the ozz so we can stunt
I be getting money, keep it coming, new joints on my feet for nothing
Bitches always staring at me, trying to get a piece of something
And they can’t get a piece of shit, still i make them eat the dick
I’ll never be a stain, and I’m always Fazo Land so ill never be a lame
Niggas playing hard to kill, That’ll never be a game cause if we catch you we doing you
Farewells at funerals, hollow tips get to chewing you
Let him see the light
Ain’t no time to revive he gone rest in peace tonight
Make him fight for his life
Pussy nigga should have never brought a knife to the fight
Tell his moms her baby boy lost his life to a pipe
Thats gone break her whole heart
Have her all on the news like my bae was so smart, he should have took another route
Then she tried to testify, so we took the mother out
Bitch we grimy on the 9, we get reckless on the 8
We the reason why they got all them detectives on the 8
But we ain’t snitching, so we safe
No face, no case, The rats get the whole thang
Cops snatch me up, I don’t know shit but my whole name
Sweep off the 8, blow one and back to the dope game
Flip a ounce and cop a drop top whiter than cocaine
With my doe up, the strip gone blow up like propane
If we deep in the streets, we taking up both lanes
John walking with the thang
He shooting like D Gaines
Don’t get it brought to your front door
Jamal on Muskegan posted up like Mutombo
Thrax packs for the low, them 7’s go for the honcho
If he short, he in debt

He don’t pay and leave em wet
Overtime in the trap, im tryin make this nina stretch
If you front us for a dime, put some ether in his neck
Maintenace man hate the block, cause we always leave a mess
And they call us hotboyz, but we always leave em wet
And the ops don’t come outside cause they always need a vest
I’m on the Ave. all night, so i always needa rest
I got a couple of keys to stretch
So my trap on D’s and F’s
My niggas on they P’s and Q’s out here wilding squeezing Tecs
And my bitches fiend for sex cause i leave em steaming wet

[Outro]
[Lets get it man Fazo Land
Roc Bloc Vito City, be real
Nothing, Welcome to Fazo Land the mixtape, L’s]

G Herbo – On The Corner (feat. Lil Durk & Kd Young Cocky) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[DJ Don Cannon]
They told me it was rules to this shit
But guess what I told them
Here go my rules
Number 1 make money
Number 2 use that money to make more money
Number 3, repeat that shit

[Hook: KD Young Cocky] x2
I remember that corner
Momma told me, please stay off that corner
They sell weed from California on that corner
Plus that liquor store is right there on that corner
Ooooo, rest in peace my homie died on that corner
Youngin caught his first case out on that corner
I advise you all to stay up off that corner
Shout out all my niggas on that corner

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
My momma told me, baby, please stay off that corner
Yeah, it’s crazy, she knew why the police stayed on that corner
Cause shorty’nem they was out there totin’ them heats up on that corner
But shorty’nem out there they gon’ blow for me, that’s on that corner
You ain’t for nothin’ ova here, gotta keep a gun ova here, boy don’t come ova here
Cause we got them drums ova here, let it drum ova here, you don’t wanna hear
The drum in your ear
Fourty rounds, lay him down, told the bro’nem ain’t for nun ova here
You don’t wanna see the lights in your face, I ain’t talking a parade walk
Talking real pipes in your face, lights flyin out the pipes when they spray
It’s nice when they say, how they’ll kill a nigga, ’till they gotta kill a nigga
Roll a dice, play it safe
War down on the block, pull one up on the Glock
Hit the lights, watch out for the jakes
Niggas plottin, know the streets watching mask up
Niggas gotta wacked if they a problem, fuck the opps if we spot’em then we got ’em
Please forgive me, Father!

[Hook]
I remember that corner
Momma told me, please stay off that corner
They sell weed from California on that corner
Plus that liquor store is right there on that corner
Ooooo, rest in peace my homie died on that corner
Youngin caught his first case out on that corner
I advise you all to stay up off that corner
Shout out all my niggas on that corner

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
Posted on normal don’t need lawyers
Niggas know we finessing on normal
Old niggas was cool, but they informers
And I caught my first case, niggas pointed
Niggas snitch on our click and that’s pointless
And I lost some niggas to that corner
Workin packs, I was hugging that corner
Jack boys tryna sneak on that corner
Hell, nah, we ain’t going like that
Shootouts, every night we strapped
Police clear us up, we right back
Send shots, we send them right back
Rap heads takin pictures, don’t lack
Instagram will get your life snatched
I know a lot of niggas died like that
I’m talking straight drop, no act
I don’t drink I was posted by the liquor store
I move, on my life, they was missing though
And if you here, kiss the barrel like a mistletoe
R.I.P to them niggas that we’re missing, though
Me and herb, one word, thats savage
Cleaner money, only reason niggas rapping
Don’t rap, then it’s right back to the trapping
On the corner, every night no lackin
SQUAD

[Hook]
I remember that corner
Momma told me, please stay off that corner
They sell weed from California on that corner
Plus that liquor store is right there on that corner
Ooooo, rest in peace my homie died on that corner
Youngin caught his first case out on that corner
I advise you all to stay up off that corner
Shout out all my niggas on that corner

[Verse 3: Lil Herb]
Know me, young nigga smoking weed
Where I’m at right there on that corner
100 Deep, real shit, 30 clips, and he cock it
Get flipped on that corner
Boy rock, kobe, pisces and sco
Can forget vito n chico
Real niggas from a long time ago
Died right on them corners
A lot of niggas, they’ll join ’em
A lot of niggas start pointing
Me and Mac had to get it on the grind err’day, a lot of niggas had choices
Boy, I remember them nights
I started hearing them voices
Telling me to slow down, I ain’t payin no attention
Couldn’t stay off that corner
I wasn’t in it for attention or a name
I ain’t in it for the money or the fame
I ain’t in it for myself, I ain’t in it for my health bitch
I’m in it for my niggas we the gang
Hundred fifty no new niggas he a lame
Give his ass a little money he’ll change
Fuck niggas gotta stay around me
If a nigga round me
Guaranteed that we the same

[Hook]
I remember that corner
Momma told me, please stay off that corner
They sell weed from California on that corner
Plus that liquor store is right there on that corner
Ooooo, rest in peace my homie died on that corner
Youngin caught his first case out on that corner
I advise you all to stay up off that corner
Shout out all my niggas on that corner

G Herbo – Momma I’m Sorry (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
First off, I’m still sorry for the stuff that I did
All the lying and back talking shit I did as a kid
I was bangin’ when you told me not
Hustlin’ when you told me stop
And all the stupid shit I did
The love you gave me never stopped
You always came through for me
Not one thing you wouldn’t do for me
Sad to say when you heard ’bout them shots that day
You knew it was me
I worried you so much that you got tired of me
I knew it. So I grew up, I ain’t screw up
Now you proud of me
I remember, comin’ in
Middle of the night my eyes red
You asked me why, and I ain’t wanna tell you
Cause my guys dead
You so intelligent you always kept up wit’ what lies said
I’m so pathetic I could never keep up wit’ my lying ass
And raising me you never thought to worry, ’bout me dying fast
And growin’ up I never thought, my actions made you cry sad
I just wanna say, you made me everything I am today
And after all I put you through, I wouldn’t have it no other way
Ma I’m sorry

[Bridge]
(You know all them times I had you up late worried about me)
Mamma I’m sorry
(I ain’t never get to tell you I apologize)
Mamma I’m sorry
(You know all them nights you callin’ my phone no answer)
Mamma I’m sorry
(Comin’ to pick me up from police stations)
Look, I promise mamma I’m sorry

[Verse 2]
Definition of a woman
When our problems was taken over you brought us from under
As a youngin’ you always told me I won’t need for nothin’
I just never settled for less cause I can’t see you strugglin’
That’s why I got it on my own and I stayed away from home
Cause I ain’t want my sister growin’ up watching me doing wrong
And at the end of the day, it’s my life
I gotta learn from my mistakes
All I wanna do is move you and my grandma out the state
Put y’all in some nice estate, name on ya license plate
So I grind like it’s my time, even if I die today
So even if I die today I just hope you see brighter days
You always made sure I was straight
Not a meal I never ate
Jepordize our friendship, that’s a chance I’ll never take
All the times that I would scare you
You would never run away
Now every single day I wait to see a smile on ya face
All the rivers of tears you could probably cry away
Ma I’m sorry

[Outro]
Mamma I’m sorry
(All the lies, everything I put you through. All the times I…)
Mamma I’m sorry
(went against your word)
Mamma I’m sorry
(Lot of times I ain’t never get to tell you I’m sorry for all the shit I did)
Look, I promise mamma I’m sorry

G Herbo – On My Soul (feat. Lil Reese) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
On my soul in the field, ‘member plain nights
Totin’ pipes, trappin’ sellin’ white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I’m on the mic
Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame
Ima’ stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin’ purple lean, switchin’ lanes
30’s in they hands, so don’t run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo’ brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don’t clap for me
My niggas real guaranteed they gon’ clap for me so when I get them bills Ima’ pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss’ be plottin’ on everybody , the feds prolly’ puttin’ dead bodies on there bodies
And these niggas snakes , I ain’t rockin’ wit’ everybody
If any nigga play, we got choppas’ for everybody
A couple niggas might’ve said they my mans prolly’
But understand, I’m that nigga to everybody
He ain’t from the land then he ain’t my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
Bitch can’t ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won’t stop Ima’ stack ’till I get too the top, put it…

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- niggas
(Fufu!) You juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Give a fuck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-nigga

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
Man I can’t do shit for no nigga, niggas never did shit for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin’ them bands, niggas wasn’t in that shit wit’ me (On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can’t get shit from me (On my soul)
R.I.P. Lil’ Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P (On my soul)
Smoke a blunt now I’m back at it
Smoke a blunt now I’m back at it
Smoke a blunt now I’m back at it
I’m workin’ hard ‘cuz my tape shoulda’ been dropped
And bro’s shit goin’ nuts for the crack addicts
Meanwhile bitch I’m focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it
I ain’t trickin’ on a bitch, that’s a bad habit
I’m juss’ whippin’ at my wrist for a black Aston
I’m ridin’ ’round through the city blowin’ loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin’
I don’t ride wit’ the mask but I ride wit’ the Mag, I juss’ drive and the Macs blastin’

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- niggas
(Fufu!) You juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Give a fuck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-nigga

[Verse 3: Lil Reese]
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
My niggas on the block they’ll shoot you- take- all yo’- figures
If you holdin’ on the low I need that- lil’- fuckin’- nigga
If you hold , you say you got it- the shit- witcho’- niggas
If you gettin’- money lil’ nigga you should feed everybody on the block
Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when his fuckin’ album juss’ flopped?
My niggas gettin’ money, gettin’ money we ain’t even gotta be on that block
Yo’ bitch gon’ go, she gon’ go anyway ‘cuz she know the squad hot
Fuck all that shoulda’- coulda’- woulda’- shit les’ get to it
These old ass rappers they old as fuck they needa’ sit down and get to it
And a nigga like me stay high steady rollin’ up Swishers fuck Backwoods
Lil’ nigga get the top, push back on my block everyday nigga I’m good

[Hook: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit’ ya’ll niggas ain’t real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain’t on non’, my niggas gon’ drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)

[Bridge: Lil Reese]
Ha
You’s a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Okay yo’ clique a buncha’ woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- niggas
(Fufu!) You juss’ a woulda’- shoulda’- coulda’- nigga
Give a fuck ’bout what you woulda’- shoulda’- coulda-nigga

G Herbo – Designer (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
This Gucci, this Louie, these Fendi, these Robin, Givenchy, and Truey fits
That Prada, Versace, Bali, and Armani, what am I gon’ do wit it?
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
Ferragamo wit Gucci they all the designer, I don’t know the difference
I forgot what I spent on it
I’m from Chiraq, but my belt is from Italy
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million

[Verse 1]
All these 100’s thats on me ain’t close to that much
But it feel like a millionRidin around thru Chiraq and the bitch with me black
But her hair is Brazilian
Smoking loud, sippin Act, lil bro got the mac and lil bro on the attack
Better watch how you act cuz the mac’ll go BRATTT and they can’t bring you back
Now its after the fact
Put the mac in the trunk while we smoke and relax
While I thumb thru these racks
Man I just spent a stack on a belt and a hat
Never thought I’d see the day I go from State to State and I fuck all these hoes on my way
Never thought I’d be that nigga every time I step out I got all these hoes in my face
But fuck all these bitches
All I know is get these digits and flex
And stay real with my niggas
Kill for my niggas
Max been gettin money, but believe his finger still on the trigga
Gotta get this money cuz the opps ain’t dead yet
But they always gon be broke and bummy
And that ain’t nun funny
Thats why I keep this tech cuz niggas ain’t never gon get nothing from me
HANNN!

[Hook]
This Gucci, this Louie, these Fendi, these Robin, Givenchy, and Truey fits
That Prada, Versace, Bali, and Armani, what am I gon’ do wit it?
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
Ferragamo wit Gucci they all the designer, I don’t know the difference
I forgot what I spent on it
I’m from Chiraq, but my belt is from Italy
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million

[Verse 2]
Shooter shoutout to 30 and shoutout to Semi
Y’all can’t tell the difference
I see these lil niggas sneak dissin on twitter and shit
But I still ain’t gon mention them
Cuz my shorties
They itchin to pull on they block and just empty them 100’s and clips in em
I be all up the way in the states
So these local lil niggas don’t take much to get to them
I be all up in my city in Louie and Fendi just givin them all my benjamins
These niggas pretendin
They really ain’t gettin no money, they really ain’t with the shits
I be up on the block that’s named after Roc
Where Lil Mally tote 50 and 60 clips
Free my big broski Joc, when he touch on the block its a party
So line up a bitch for him
These niggas is bitches
They snakes and they fakes and they leechers
So I don’t got shit for them
They come up from the streets
But grew up to be Jakes and be preachers that give niggas sentences
So i be smokin reefer
Chillin
Sippin
Countin digits
Missin all of my niggas
While these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s keep addin in g’s til I count up a milli!!
HANNN!

[Hook]
This Gucci, this Louie, these Fendi, these Robin, Givenchy, and Truey fits
That Prada, Versace, Bali, and Armani, what am I gon’ do wit it?
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
Ferragamo wit Gucci they all the designer, I don’t know the difference
I forgot what I spent on it
I’m from Chiraq, but my belt is from Italy
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million
All these 100’s, these 50’s, these 20’s add up til I count me a million

G Herbo – Another Day (feat. King Louie) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro]
GANG!
Louie what’chu on bro?

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Another day, another body droppin’
If I go broke then I’mma rob somebody
A fragile body can’t survive a shotty
Pump a nigga, I’ll slump a nigga
And I been shot at by a bunch a niggas
But I’ll still never run from a nigga
Catch a nigga hollows flyin’ for dem niggas
50 hit every last one of niggas
Got some old heads that’ll slump a nigga
But you still can get killed by my younger niggas
My young niggas hungry, put ’em on a lick
And they’ll take every last thing from a nigga
I got hittas wit’ me rollin’ off a flat
Now it’s hittas in me, ridin’ wit’ this 30
I might high speed, so I think that I might go get me a Hemi
Lil bro gotta 30 now it’s me and 60
We ain’t goin’ in ’til them bitches empty
Mally tryna make his Glock go empty
Ridin’ on them oppers but they block so empty
Kobe make me wanna catch a body
Seeking for revenge, but that’s not forgiveness
My niggas ridin’ wit’ it, they on business
Shoot a brick a hunnid times, put that on Guiness
My hittas know they don’t condone the snitchin’
Fuck a trial, broski dome the witness!
Lookin’ for them niggas, why they keep sneak dissin’
See him in the field, up the nickel
Niggas act like they pretendin’
Bitch I’m in the field wit’ the steel
Niggas say they wanna kill me, act like they forgettin’
Lil bro keep a Glock wit’ 30 shots for any block
Wit’ red beams to help them pay attention

[Verse 2: King Louie]
Another day, another dollar for me
Wake up and get to the money
Money on me so that tool is on me
If I want him gone, I’ll put money on ’em
AKs wit’ them hunnids in ’em
Let ’em up, bring out the runner in ’em
Ion bop I do the money dance
Pack louder than an ambulance
I be goin’ dumb wit’ my big head friends
Them new hun duns make me feelin’ friends
I spend hella bands on my Robin jeans
Gotta get this green by any means
Cop killas in the magazines
From the block to the magazines
I’m Mike, yo bitch Billie Jean
Make her best friend lick her belly ring
My life like a Belly scene
Catch me flexin’ in that Pelle thing
Bitches want me like a wedding ring
No answer I just let it ring
No time to talk baby ‘tml’
And ion set up no voicemail
M.O.B. ’til I D-I-E
Wit’ a beam on tha heat, I could shoot a bee
Shoot a creep in the eye and tell ’em, "see"
I told yo dumbass not to fuck wit’ me
No love for a bitch I just fuck and leave
She just suckin’ dick, and she ugly
I’m sick of gettin’ bands I got counterflu
Killas a hit up a carnival
Get shot hella times like its lots of you
We DOA they can’t doctor you

G Herbo – Still Fucked Up (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro: Herb speaking]
Look… My squad!
Do this shit for my momma and my lil’ sister, man…
All my niggas man…
Everybody I lost…

[Verse 1]
Let me introduce myself
It’s G Herbo, I’m that youngin’
I be flexin’, I love stuntin’
Cause I grinded up from nothin’
I grew up in an apartment
Wit’ my grandma and my mother
And my sister and my auntie
So my cousins like my brothers
Used to stay up in that basement
It was dark just like the dungeon
Close my eyes, pretend I’m rich
Wit’ all the cars and all the money
Now I let my money talk
‘Til I decide to change the subject
Make my bitch order my food
Cause I ain’t tryna wait in public
Used to post up wit’ that tool
I got tired of goin’ to school
Cause that calculus and algebra
Wouldn’t buy my clothes and shoes
Wasn’t tryna wait to graduate
Yeah they said I was a fool
Now they screamin’ out my name
And they sayin’ that I’m the truth
Bitches suckin’ on demand
Take second looks like, "Is it you?"
Used to be broke, got off my ass
Got to some cash, wasn’t no excuse
Cause where I’m from, you dead broke
Or you just dead
1 of the 2
You better choose before the wrong one choose you
Nigga…

[Hook]
On the road doing shows, but it’s still fucked up
I’m gettin’ older Lord knows, that it’s still fucked up
Yeah everybody know my name, but it’s still fucked up
On the road to the fortune and the fame, but it’s still fucked up

[Verse 2]
Everyday I wake, say hey to my mother
Flame me a blunt up
Give a couple words to my sister
Bang wit’ my brothers
Young boy, I left the house
That block was my home
Couple homies, now they gone
Yeah, it feel like I’m alone
And I pray that I stay strong
So I gotta keep it right here
Grippin’ on this heat
I can’t sleep, it’s a nightmare
I know it’s gon’ get betta
So I gotta keep my head up
I’m just sprintin’ to this cheddar
And a switch up I will never
Gotta ride, I’ll die for my niggas
No homo, yeah I miss ’em
Couple fucked up in the system
Or got bucked up by that trigger
In the field
Where it’s real and you’ll get killed
Roc and Kobe was my niggas
How the fuck I’m gon’ forget ’em
In the streets I understand that it’s a chance
That they might get the upper-hand
But I’m like still them was my mans
We can’t go like that
Something gotta give
Cause every time tho we gon’ go right back
To sittin’, sheddin’ tears
That ain’t gon’ never bring my bro right back
Damn…

[Hook]
On the road doing shows, but it’s still fucked up
I’m gettin’ older Lord knows, that it’s still fucked up
Yeah everybody know my name, but it’s still fucked up
On the road to the fortune and the fame, but it’s still fucked up

G Herbo – Love 2 Stunt (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
Just a nigga off the block tryna chase them dollaz
You boys broke, I thank the lord I dont face them problems
Im at the table, full plate eating steak wit goblins
Walk in the shop counting them knots
Like "I’ll take the Robins"
Herbo just a young nigga
Love 2 Stunt nigga
I just wanna become rich
I hope it come quicker
And they hate that im up nigga
I ain’t dumb nigga
Thats why all of my young niggas got they guns wit em(2x)

[Verse 1]
Walk up in the shop on Stony, ill take the Robins
And I pray for any nigga that can’t wait to rob me
Cuz I got that 30 on me, I can’t wait to pop it
Fuck the Jakes, my money straight
Build a case and drop it
Lately I heard alotta niggas hate me, stop it
And lately niggas say they gonna erase me, stop it
And maybe im losing focus and my patience droppin
Or I just might not be on point, but I be taeski watchin
You can catch me in the field
Everyday we clockin
Money always to the right
Thats the .380 pocket
Run up, watch me blast off
Thats the .380 rocket
You’ve been welcomed to Chiraq
Even the baby sparkin
And its killed or be killed here
Even the babies heartless
When shit get real my niggas drill
Everyday we marchin
Everyday them hammers cock
Everyday they droppin
And niggas dead my broski Roc
So ain’t no way we stoppin
Its Rocblock til the deathbed
Saw a opp, let that Glock rock til his chest bled
You dont wanna catch a topshot unless you vesthead
Yea and I dont talk, ya mans only heard what the tech said
And his ass dead
Ridin thru the opps block
We just lookin for dreads
Wit them books in the chopshop
We just lookin for feds
We ain’t worryin bout no niggas
We cookin his head
.223’s burn his ass
We cook him with lead
Left the snakes in the grass
Took my niggas instead
Still Free to G. Gill while he up in the feds
T-Slim on his way, been upstate for them years
Real niggas from the go, man just hold up ya head
And Joc did a long time for the wrong crime
So broski this summer for you and its all mine
And broski we coming for you when its yo time
Just know I got something for you I need more time
Im on the grind like a heavyweight
They say if you dont grind, you dont shine
So I went to cop this bezel face
Reach for my bezel face, dont hesitate
I blow this metal 8, you levitate
Like you featherweight, im in a race

[Hook]
Just a nigga off the block tryna chase them dollaz
You boys broke, I thank the lord I dont face them problems
Im at the table, full plate eating steak wit goblins
Walk in the shop counting them knots
Like "I’ll take the Robins"
Herbo just a young nigga
Love 2 Stunt nigga
I just wanna become rich
I hope it come quicker
And they hate that im up nigga
I ain’t dumb nigga
Thats why all of my young niggas got they guns wit em(2x)

[Verse 2]
Herb straight from the slums where the gangstas at
Killas, robbas, junkies, and rapists at
Over East where some niggas never make it at
In the streets, fake niggas can’t relate to that
Essex block, murder scene nigga
Where it’s all about the green
You a trapper or a feen nigga
You can catch me with my team nigga
No Limit MB, smokin loud drinkin lean nigga
We take offense over here nigga
Either worry about ya mouth or better say what you mean nigga
30 in a ning-ding
Make a real scary scene, hollow tips, red beam nigga
Cash rule everything nigga
So I got choppers for the team
And the drama that it bring wit it
Yeah I pop alotta beans nigga
I dont ever wanna sleep cuz im up chasin dreams nigga
Gotta get this money, and these lil niggas funny
Cuz im always outside, how they "lookin" for me?
You can slide thru, tryna ride thru
We advise you, shells fly comin right behind you
We gon ride too
You can hide too
We gon find you
Homicide say I ain’t remind you
But we ain’t talkin to the jakes over here
If they grab you better not answer
What they asky you
Know that snitches get
These 40’s out the 50 clip
Flame up if you get the shit
Niggas gettin caught wit bricks nd shit
Sayin the jury dismissed the shit
Nah, you ain’t with the shit
Hand down to the snitchin shit
Ill never say a word
I ain’t good at makin sentences
While im tryna get rich and shit
Hallways full of piss
Where im from, come picture this

G Herbo – All My Niggaz (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
(RIP all my niggas man
Kobe, Vito, Chico, Fazo all my niggas man
Free all my niggas man
Free Jock, free lil boos, free crazy jays, free b gills man
Free all my niggas man, SQUAD)

[Verse 1]
Ball my niggas, seem like I lost all my niggas
RIP Lil Roc, Vito, Fazo can’t believe yall gone my nigga
And it’s real fucked up how it’s good one day next day go wrong my nigga
But I gotta stay strong my nigga
So I wrote this song my nigga
Remember all them nights we was out in that field, had to tote that chrome my nigga
Then it all went wrong, What the fuck Kobe why you couldn’t get a ride home my nigga
Why yo name in this song my nigga
But dont trip cuz it’s on my nigga
Put it on my soul you ain’t gon’ be the only one with a headstone my nigga
I lost a lot of my niggas
So you get dropped for my niggas
We got Glocks with hair triggas
Split a nigga wig when I tap the hair trigga
Hollows in the scene now the top of his head missing
Catch me in the field, gotta move with the steel
Till the day I get killed or the coppas come get me
Only 17, but them choppas hold 50
Yea them choppas hold 50
We’ll turn a nigga block to yo city
Seem like im the man
I be shopping, bitches saying "Lil Herb you on the top of yo city"

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

[Verse 2]
No Limit MB
Fazoland Roc Block We a hunned-fifty
Can’t a nigga flip me
Its a gun on every single nigga with me
Motherfuck a bitch nigga
I’m just tryna get rich then I’m tryna get richer
Worry about shit nigga
Cuz they pussy in this 40 cal make my dick bigger
Bet I won’t miss nigga
Green beam on a nigga make you take a sit nigga
And I don’t forget nigga
Remember he was talking slick now he don’t exist nigga
And all we do is switch nigga
Pass lil bro the semi, that’s a assist nigga
And yeah you a bitch nigga
Couple shots to the stomach now he walking shit nigga
Ima real ass nigga I need real cash
I need it real fast nigga
Bandz in the stash nigga
If he try to rob me he a stupid ass nigga
Spend it like my last nigga
Whole 5 nigga for you end up like the last nigga
And for Lil Roc i’ll spazz nigga
10 year niggas you can have my last nigga
See you muggin when i ride past nigga
You know this foreign got a lot of cash In it
Alot of guns in it too and a whole lotta savages
They’ll leave a nigga in the past nigga

[Bridge]
And I love my niggas
And all my niggas love me
So you will get killed for my niggas
And they’ll kill a nigga for me !

[Hook]
All my niggas on point
All my niggas gon’ shoot
All my niggas got money
Ain’t none of my niggas with you
Ima put all my niggas on
RIP all my niggas gone
All my niggas 150
Ain’t none of my niggas gon’ fold
All my niggas, all my niggas
For all my niggas, I love all my niggas
All my niggas, all my niggas
All my niggas, ball my niggas

SQUAD !

G Herbo – Ain’t For None (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Hook]
Only thing I fuckin care about is money and me
And I swear to god a bitch can’t get no money from me
And every nigga thats with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us cuz we ain’t for none
We ain’t for none fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for non fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none..

[Verse 1]
We ain’t for none
Lil bro blow heat for fun
Posted up with the L’s
Gotta whole lotta shells we’ll feed you some
And then the peoples come
Nigga I ain’t see none
We dont know no names
I ain’t see no gun
I can’t be build no case, I ain’t snitchin
I can see a nigga face that they bitches
I won’t look in thru ya eyes, you ain’t wit it
Thats the reason Ion pay em no attention
See this bezel on wrist, yea it glisten
If you reach ima have to do a sentence
Cuz my ear a couple g’s not to mention
It look like I took my neck to the dentist
All I think about is Jackson’s and Bentleys
All I think about is Franklins and Semis
And my car look like a teg with a hemi
And C Money got a tech with a 50
Now we ridin thru the opp shit
Red beams, Glock shit, hollows tryna drop shit
The police can’t stop shit
And lil bro gon drop a body
I ain’t even gon drop this .. GANG!

[Hook]
Only thing I fuckin care about is money and me
And I swear to god a bitch can’t get no money from me
And every nigga thats with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us cuz we ain’t for none
We ain’t for none fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for non fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none..

[Verse 2]
Only thing I care about:
Money, hoes, cars, clothes
Sike, that shit dont mean shit to me
And thats on Roc’s soul
Boy im in this shit wit my niggas
Give a fuck about shit, but my niggas
OG, Grandma, and my sister
And everybody that I lost to that trigga
Nigga I can’t die by that trigga
So I gotta stay behind that trigga
Lil Mally, he behind that trigga
Smith and Wesson designed that trigga!
And you know I gotta plan for my niggas
Damn right, I blow bands with my niggas
You can catch me all in Ninas
Gucci, Louie, Ferragamo I be swagged out nigga
Robin Jeans, I wear all that nigga
Still catch me in all black nigga
Run up on him with the mac
50 hollows go BRATT
Catch all that nigga
Now im on the 8 block and we posted
You know lil bro still got that toasta
Better ride thru wit ya flag out
Cuz we got the mags out
Dont get ya car flipped over

[Hook]
Only thing I fuckin care about is money and me
And I swear to god a bitch can’t get no money from me
And every nigga thats with me keep a gun
Bet not run up on us cuz we ain’t for none
We ain’t for none fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for non fuck nigga, we ain’t for none over here
We ain’t for none, we ain’t for none..

G Herbo – Write Your Name (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Verse 1]
To all my fallen squad
Write your name across the sky
While I flame one to the brain and gon’ get high
And regardless of the pain I ain’t gon’ cry
Cuz I can never let no fuck nigga see me stuck nigga
Hustle hard for them bucks nigga
Thats a must nigga
I done lost so many real niggas
I can’t trust niggas
So I keep my distance from niggas
Squad with me bet I won’t get touched nigga
Got shots for him, shots for him
Niggas sayin fuck Rocblock, send shots at them
10-0 on the scoreboard, sent shots again
Keep going nonstop til we drop lots of men
And I swear I lost so many of my guys
So im sippin Remy, smokin 50’s for my guys
Never let a nigga blow any of my guys
Ain’t nobody fuckin with NoLimit in my eyes
Missin my niggas
Kushy and liquor, 4’s of the lean
RIP Richie, hand me a swisha
Paint up a picture
Of me and the squad still on the block
Before it went wrong
And Kobe wasn’t gone and Joc was still home
Man, I remember
Now my heart is cold as December
Get money the only thing thats on my agenda
Cuz its too many gone, but im still livin on
Stayin strong, put my farewells in this song

[Bridge]
Squad
RIP my niggas man
Welcome to Fazoland the Mixtape
Ball like Im Kobe
RIP Vito, Chico, Fazo, Lil Roc
RIP Pistol P man
For all my niggas gone man
We just gonna write yall name across the sky man
RIP my squad

[Verse 2]
I’ll give up the money, fuck the fame, all the jewels
All the hoes, all the clothes and all the shoes
Just bring my niggas back
But I know I’ll never get em back
So if a pussy disrespect then he gettin wacked
And I hear niggas at my neck, I’m like "where they at?"
Cuz I be right there on the set with the biggest gat
Got so many niggas thats hatin, ion even know em
And so many fellings of hatred, I dont even show em
Can I just get some money? cuz I know niggas broke and bummy
They ain’t even funny
I know they prolly wanna rob me
They hate me prolly
But they only gonna make Mally come catch a body
They won’t get nothin from me
From the hellhole wheres its full of zombies
Where they catch the most bodies across the country
Where they took all of my homies from me
Man, RIP my homies, gotta get this money
SQUAD, RIP the L’s
Free the L’s why you niggas wanna be the L’s
No Limit MB, bitch we the L’s
RIP White Folks, I can’t see a L
Squad, and we gotta stay winnin
Rollin in 4’s with them semis and they tinted
Pull up on the oppas, pose’ to be there and they hidin’
Cuz they scored when we ain’t have them heaters
But they didn’t!
HANN!

G Herbo – All I Got (feat. Lil Bibby) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro]

[Hook: Lil Bibby]
Goin’ hard for my niggas that’s all I got
Man whatever mine is yours that’s all I got
And all I know is the hood that’s all I got
That’s on everything I love that’s all I got
No I don’t play about my mom she all I got
Yes I will kill you bout my brothers they all I got
No we don’t talk to undercovers that’s all I got
I’m either rappin’ or i’m trappin’ that’s all I got

[Verse 1: Lil Bibby]
Young nigga always on that gang bang shit
Bag it up, slang piff, different day same shit
This fame shit came quick, but I can’t switch
They try to come and change shit but I remain this
Real nigga from the start to the finish
All my whips are tinted, and all my niggas winnin’
Yeah, you could tell the difference, i’m the realest in it
Don’t make me call them killers get you gone in a minute
You know we keep that tool fam, please don’t front your move fam
How you on that news cam, you shoulda stayed in school fam
That 30 gets you two grams now, they dreamin’ bout a new Lam
And I, walk around with a few grand, everybody got 2 hands
She gon’ fuck cause she know we them niggas
Send a bitch to the store for some swishers
So fresh I just pose for the pictures
My niggas know I won’t fold on em, see the opps then roll on em
Judge offers you two years and you told on em?
Damn

[Hook]
Goin’ hard for my niggas that’s all I got
Man whatever mine is yours that’s all I got
And all I know is the hood that’s all I got
That’s on everything I love that’s all I got
No I don’t play about my mom she all I got
Yes I will kill you bout my brothers they all I got
No we don’t talk to undercovers that’s all I got
I’m either rappin’ or i’m trappin’ that’s all I got

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
No I won’t never leave my brothers they all I got
Shit’ll never be the same
Seen my 10 year nigga Kobe die right before my eyes
And I miss my bro so i’m rollin’ up swishers
And i’m pourin’ up a 4 right now
And you told me bro you gotta watch these niggas
They’re tryna come around you now
These niggas ain’t real, same niggas I was with in the field
Boy I treat em like family now
I don’t got no deal I don’t live in no house on the hill
Fuck nigga this all I got
And i’m still the same nigga got the gang with me
150 killers in the lane with me
In the same city Crazy James with me
Betta not run up on me he gon’ bang semis
Slay the game my man bitch I play to win
I won’t never change, all the change I spend
All I count is bands, tryna touch an M
When I touch an M, touch an M again
Niggas come around like some immigrants
Ain’t no new niggas don’t remember him
Who is you nigga you ain’t cool nigga
You ain’t shoot nigga, just a few niggas
Heard when you get money niggas change
I ran through a lot of that i’m still the same
And my niggas honor that
I know niggas when they left the hood
They ain’t bring a dollar back
I trust my niggas they know where my mama at
We brothers nigga
And don’t no money come above you nigga
I’ll never tell ill do a hunned nigga
Cause I love you nigga

[Hook]
Goin’ hard for my niggas that’s all I got
Man whatever mine is yours that’s all I got
And all I know is the hood that’s all I got
That’s on everything I love that’s all I got
No I don’t play about my mom she all I got
Yes I will kill you bout my brothers they all I got
No we don’t talk to undercovers that’s all I got
I’m either rappin’ or i’m trappin’ that’s all I got

G Herbo – Kill Shit (feat. Lil Bibby) (Bonus Track) (Welcome To Fazoland Album)

[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby]
Time to let these niggas know what it is in the streets
Aye Bibby, let’s kill shit broski. Whatchu wanna do?
It’s whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that shit
Ima come around and clean that shit up
Lets get it

[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide
When it’s drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I’m really wit’ it
I’ll drop his ass and then forget it
I’m the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
Lil Bibby on the track with me
One mistake and he clap fifty
When I hit the scene hoes go insane
Cause they know a nigga got them racks wit’ me
No velcro but the strap wit’ me
Let a nigga wanna act silly
I’mma let it off and then leave him there
Ride off and don’t even care
Bitch I cash out ’till I pass out
Got a couple trues I don’t even wear
In the game bitch I do my thang
Hoes scream my name I ain’t even there
Lil Herb boy I does this
Leave your bitch wetter than a pool pit
And I make bands like I make friends
Bought some ray-bans on some cool shit
But now it’s back to some killa shit
Got some wild hoes that’ll drill a bitch
Yea it’s no limit, thirty years runnin’
Thirty years gunnin’ and we still the shit
I never run cause I stay to fight
I’ll cook a nigga like steak and rice
And it’s hella real in the battlefield
Gangbang gotta pay the price
Hit a nigga with the forty fifth
Bet it make his ass do forty flips
M-O-B I don’t love a ho
Imma be this way ’til I’m forty six
Matter of fact ’til a nigga die
Smoke kush blunts ’til a nigga cry
And I never feed off another man
Cause I understand how a nigga lie
Never snitch on a nigga dry
Yeah that’s how a nigga die
Got a yellow bitch in the passenger
She gon’ suck and fuck if I get her high
If I do the dash then my whip will fly
Foreign shit what a nigga ride
I ain’t never snoozin’ let a nigga try
Got the nine ruger on a nigga side

[Verse 2: Lil Bibby]
Lil Bibby, no limit yea I’m all about that sack bitch
My young niggas they clap shit
Let the mac spit, we whack shit
Weezy in that cut
With that nina that’s that black bitch
Rico wanna’ get ’em, I’m like cuz’ man I got this
Shootin’ shit, Hittin’ shit
Four five extended clip, y’all be on that snitchin’ shit
And Y’all know what snitches get, No limit shit
We wit’ the shits, I’m focused on gettin’ rich
M-O-B forget a bitch, right after I hit the bitch
Like point me to the kitchen bitch, I be water whippin’ shit
Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit’ the fork
Straight drop no shorts
Shooters on and off the court, shoot a nigga off his porch
Turn a nigga to a corpse, yeah, I’m bout that
Rollin’ up that loud pack
Catch me lackin’? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that
And that’s real shit, got real hitters they kill shit
You fuck around hit the kill switch, these hollow tips you feel this
And I’m tryna get real rich
Cause my mama said I wouldn’t be shit
Nobody never gave me shit
Like "Bibby hop on this remix", that’s five hundred, no free shit
Cause I’m hot and I do this shit for my block
I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top
Bodies gon’ drop and we ain’t gon’ stop
R-I-P Roc
Catch a few ops, send a few shots, might hit a few blocks
Fuck a few thots, I need two mill might seem like a lot
But I spit straight drop so its really not
My team gon’ eat, R-I-P to police
Fake niggas don’t speak
Cop killers in the heat, catch me in the streets
Shout out to broski

Nogizaka46 – Ano Kyoushitsu (あの教室)

あれから始めて来たね
何年ぶりにチャイム聞いただろう?
懐かしい校庭は
思ってたより狭く思えた

自転車 二人乗り
ぐるぐる走りながら

好きだった人の名を
今になって言い合った
本当は知ってたよと
大声で叫んでいた
あの教室を見上げて

地元の商店街で
ばったり出会って通学路辿った
あの頃は毎日が
楽しいなんて気づかなかった

ペダルを漕ぎながら
時間を巻き戻した

お互い好きだった
過ぎた日々が切ないね
胸の奥 しまい込んだ
ときめきを思い出した
あの教室が眩しい

もしもなんて考えた
甘酸っぱい風が吹く
自転車の二人乗りも
少しだけキュンとしてる

好きだった人の名を
今になって言い合った
三階の校舎の端
ガラス窓が反射する
あの教室はもう帰れない

Jay-Z – Oh My God

Pops sped off, left mom with a bundle of
Joy of boys, smack dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision, but he would soon become a mogul but
First he brought that crack back like a yo-yo though
Don’t play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hating on me, its all good
I’m buying things like my shit don’t stink
Gucci links and Gucci gooses, watching too many movies
Bullet proof this,
Had some nerve like pulling toothes
When you 16, coming through roofless
Yea ya boy ruthless
Like ice cube was
Turn the whole city on I’m the new plug
So if this is ya first time hearing this
You about to experience
Someone so cold
A journey, seldom seamed the american dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe
They call me hov

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now I’m knee deep in the concrete
Like the streets made a quicksand that?s beyond deep
I got a chemical romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the devil please G.O.D.
Save me from the black parade, release me
My life like grand theft auto PSP
I’m in the Volvo, puffin on the lala
Ducking from the popo
Every time I drive by, say hi to the bad guy
All my mama friends be like,
Would you just look at him"
So sorry dear mama for your embarrassment
But give me a couple years pray ill never sin again
Got all these rapper dealers, trying to do me in
And all these little rappers don’t know how prepared for them I am (I am)
I’m feeling like the worlds against me, lord
Call me crazy but strangely I love the odds

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Calling out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shooting air balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes
I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger?, do you have any idea?
Sold out shows, albums his whole career
Jo-burg, Dublin, Tanzania
Lunch with Mandella, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to get water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y’all rapping, I’m reenacting
CNN, you see it’s accurate
ESPN, See me in action
Monday nights, when the half is
When you 10 years in, holla back then

They coming for me, wanna see me fall
They know my story, I been through it all
Nights I felt like dying, but I ain’t crying
What didn’t kill me, made me strong as I am
I am, I am
Oh my god, hov

Krokus – Dirty Dynamite

When I walk that lonely road
Feel the loving words she wrote
It breaks my heart it’s a crying shame
No one else but myself to blame

I want my girl yeah I want my love
I call my seven angels above
Bring me back the one I need
This fading taste of bittersweet

She’s a dirty dynamite
And I’m a crazy fool
We need salvation
Can’t play it cool

I love the way she walks
And I love the way she talks
Yes you can tell me what you want
Say you’re leaving honey don’t

Remember how I use to touch you hair
There was a golden magic there
Oh can you hear the distant call
Yes you and me we had it all

You’re dirty dynamite
And I sure need more
There ain’t no future
When you walk that door

She’s a dirty dynamite
And I’m a crazy fool
We need salvation
Can’t play it cool

You’re a dirty dynamite (dirty dynamite !)
And I sure you need more (yeah yeah yeah !)
There ain’t no future (dirty dynamite !)
When you walk that door (dirty dynamite !)

Stone Temple Pilots – Wicked Garden

Can you feel like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that’s the place to find ya
But I’m alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you

Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I’m gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?

Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground

Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that’s the place to find you
‘Cause I’m alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?

Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground

Pummiharmonia – Troija lyrics

Tää ohjastaa ku hevonen troijaa.
Ne jätti meiät oman onnen nojjaan.
Eikä nää tiet vie enää muuta ku koomaan,
Jengi alistumassa Tukholma-syndroomaan. (2x)

Mitä tapahtuu ku rahaa on niin
Paljon ettei se kiinnosta enää?
Sillon psykopaatin tarpeet herää.
Ei tarvi ovelia juonia,
Aletaan rahottaan sodankäynnin molempia puolia.
Ja taas muka muslimilla kilahti.
Herra presidentti, vertaappa Bostonia Irakiin.
Viattomat siviilit roviolla palaa.
Eikö ihmisarvo ollukkaan kaikilla sama?
Kuka haluaa lähteä sotimaan?
Aivopesuohjelman avohoitopotilaat.
Ei tarvi kauan motivoijaa hakea,
Kun koko Hollywood ihannoi sotaveteraaneja.
Ja kriittiset ihmiset hulluiksi maalaa.
Pimittää tietoja mitä kuuluisi saada.
Vuosisatoja kestänyt Rochildin ohjelma
Ei enää menee etteenpäin meiän sukupolvelta.

Tää ohjastaa ku hevonen troijaa.
Ne jätti meiät oman onnen nojjaan.
Eikä nää tiet vie enää muuta ku koomaan,
Jengi alistumassa Tukholm-syndroomaan. (2x)

Aseet ladattuna sohitaan, soditaan, sovitaan.
Tiilitornit kaatuu ku,
Palokerosiini rakenteet pettää.
Systeemi horjuu, kuka hyökkäykset
Torjuu, ku alkaa sadonkorjuu.
Psykopaatit ne ohjaa nää paatit,
Puoliautomaatit ampuu liikkuvat maalit.
Tekosyitä hallita kansaa ne luopi ansaa.
Eikä mieli huomaa ees, et päättähil on tavansa.
Luo’an harha, silmän kääntötemppu varma.
Kuka hoksaa kyyistä pois tippuvansa?
Pyramidihuijauksen anatomiaa ammun kovilla.
Huijaa omia, tehen tarinoista tosia.
Bostonissa paukkuu parit pommit matkalaukkuun.
Erikoisjoukot ne ottaa hommat haltuun.
Kusipäät kusettaa ja saapihan ne koittaa,
Ku kansa nousee vastaan katotaan kuka voittaa!

Tää ohjastaa ku hevonen troijaa.
Ne jätti meiät oman onnen nojjaan.
Eikä nää tiet vie enää muuta ku koomaan,
Jengi alistumassa Tukholma-syndroomaan. (2x)

Ku USA lähtee lähi-itään hommiin on
Lasten leikkii WTC:t ja Bostonin pommit.
Maailma sekoomassa tähtilipun tahtiin,
Kaksinaismoralismi tähtää naisiin ja lapsiin.
Demonisoitu rättipää on lentokonekaappari,
Dynamiitin takii Jenkkien luoma naamari.
Uutiset pelonsekasii klippejä,
Obama terrorisoi palopuheilla ittensä.
Verivirrat saa tonnin perään tonnii,
Ku päättäjät laittaa zombit tosimieten hommiin.
Ei riitä sanat, oi ajat, oi tavat,
Kun asebisnes maksaakin perheenisän jalat.
Korville sais hutkia, matkassa mutkia,
Afgaanille napalmii ja kuolleita kukkia,
Kuka jaksaa tutkia? Tottuus on pimiää.
Herra kersantti tää alokas ei muista nimiään!

Tää ohjastaa ku hevonen troijaa.
Ne jätti meiät oman onnen nojjaan.
Eikä nää tiet vie enää muuta ku koomaan,
Jengi alistumassa Tukholma-syndroomaan. (2x)

Hirsipuulta kirkuu sama vanha virsi.
Pirtit palaa, kuule päästä kamalasta irti.
Irvikuvat kirpoo ku tarttuu kirveen hamarasta.
Maan kamarasta nousee rakastava sirppi.
Kaikki kapitalismin paha jo tiedetään.
Metkut on samat, pidennettyi hautajaisii vietetään.
Korporaatiot vuolee luonnonvarat puoleen.
Kultaharkot juuttuu kohta poikittain suoleen.
Mehiläiset kuolee, muttei syytä huoleen.
Kävelevät jättimyllyt GMO-hunajaa nuolee.
Katson kansojen kohtaloa ja se on kohta edes.
Monikansalliset yritykset omistaa pohjaveden.
Salaliittoja kai vaan vai onkse leikkiä sokeaa?
Valta vetää puoleen, valtaa sen reittejä koetaan.
Valheella taottu salpa, teippiä hopeaa.
Maltaita maksanu matto katoo alta nopeaa.

Sparklehorse – It’s Not So Hard lyrics

To wake
Not swallowed by willows
Half eaten by widows
A new day’s begun
Smile
‘Cos nothing here matters
The spiders get fatter
Explode into the sun

Oh c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
It’s not so hard
Oh c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard
It’s not so hard

To trap
The dead dogs of summer
Assaulting your slumber
Stay drunk evermore
Rise
Your jewellery will scatter
On deserts and saturns
The rings are on fire
Oh c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
It’s not so hard
C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
It’s not so hard
Oh c’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
It’s not so hard
C’mon c’mon c’mon c’mon
It’s not so hard
It? S not so hard
It? S not so hard
It? S not so hard

William Mcdowell – You Are God Alone lyrics

[Verse 1: x2]
You’re not a God created by human hands
You’re not a God dependent on any mortal man
You’re not a God in need of
Anything we can give
By Your plan, that’s just the way it is

[Chorus:]
You are God alone, from before time began
You were on Your throne, You are God alone.
And right now, in the good times and bad
You are on Your throne, You are God alone.

[Verse 2:]
You’re the only God whose power none can contend
You’re the only God whose name and
Praise will never end
You’re the only God who’s worthy
Of everything we can give
You are God, that’s just the way it is

[Chorus]

[Bridge:]
You’re unchangeable
Unshakable
Unstoppable
That’s who you are

High School Musical – Can I Have This Dance lyrics

Gabriella:
Take my hand, take a breath
Pull me close and take one step
Keep your eyes locked on mine
And let the music be your guide

Troy and Gabriella:
Won’t you promise me?
(Now won’t you promise me?)
(That you’ll never forget)
We’ll keep dancing
(To keep dancing)
Wherever we go next

It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding
Someone like you
It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling
The way we do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance?
(Can I have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?

Troy:
Take my hand, I’ll take the lead
And every turn will be safe with me
Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall
You know I’ll catch you through it all

Both:
And you can’t keep us apart
(Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart)
‘Cause my heart is wherever you are

It’s like catching lightening, the chances of finding
Someone like you
It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling
The way we do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance?
(Can I have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?

Gabriella:
Oh, no mountain’s too high and no ocean’s too wide
‘Cause together or not, our dance won’t stop
Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for
You know I believe that we were meant to be! Oh!

Both:
It’s like catching lightening, the chances of finding
Someone like you
It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling
The way we do

And with every step together
We just keep on getting better
So can I have this dance?
(Can I have this dance?)
Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?
Can I have this dance?

Slade – Thanks For The Memory lyrics

Cuma westas chickadee
Have a housemaid on your knee
Eat an apple ev’ry day
An onion keeps ev’ryone away
Have an athlete on your feet
Have some lovesmell on your shee
Eat an apple ev’ry day
The doctor has got to keep away
He’ll tell you
Thanks for the mem’ry
Thanks for it all
Wham bam
Thank you malm
Thanks for the ball.

Have a burgular alarm
Have a milkmaid on your farm
Can you raise a ballyhoo
If only there’s nothing else to do.
Have some butter with your fly
They sald bananas could get you high
Eat an apple ev’ry day
The doctor has got to earn his pay
He’ll tell you
.. .
Como estas chickadee
Tap the water on your knee
Eat an apple ev’ry day
The doctor has got to keep away

He’ll tell you
.. .

Rbd – Nuestro Amor lyrics

[Dulce]
Es tan magico como todo paso
Nuestro amor
Nuestro dulce amor

[Christopher]
Es tan facil que ya nada me sorprende
En nuestro amor
Este increible amor

[Poncho & Maite]
Todo fue como en un sueno
En nuestro amor todo va sucediendo

[All]
Y es asi
Asi es
Y no hay nada que hacerle

Y es asi
Asi es
Es asi como sucede
Este amor

[Poncho]
Es tan sencillo que no se como explicar
Nuestro amor
Nuestro dulce amor

[Anahí]
Y no se cuanto tiempo dure el amor
Pero hoy no hay nada mejor

[Maite & Poncho]
Todo fue como en un sueno
En nuestro amor todo va sucediendo

[All]
Y es asi
Asi es
Y no hay nada que hacerle

Y es asi
Asi es
Es asi como sucede
Este amor

Y es asi
Asi es
Y no hay nada que hacerle ([Anahí] Nada que hacerle)
Y es asi
Asi es
Es asi como sucede ([Anahí] Como sucede)
Este amor
Asi es
Y no hay nada que hacerle ([Anahí] Nada que hacerle)
Y es asi
Asi es
Es asi como sucede ([Anahí] Como sucede)
Este amor