Fred Money cooked up a New Album titled "New Money," Available right now on ALL PLATFORMS featuring JR Writer , Dave East , Vado , Drag-On , Hell Rell & Cassidy.
Here is a New Song & accompanying music video for “Live From The Vault” off the New Project.
01. Warm Winter 02. Speshal Ft. Stove God Cooks 03. Two 23’s Ft. Conway the Machine 04. Loverboy Interlude 05. Back to Shore Ft. Wiz Khalifa & ElCamino 06. Target Practice Ft. Jim Jones 07. Band of Brothers Ft. Benny The Butcher & Ransom 08. Sal’s Pizza 09. Mint Green Ft. Curren$y 10. Sharlene
Elite emcee 38 Spesh and super producer have collaborated for an upcoming album titled "Beyond Belief." The 2nd single, "Band of Brothers," features Ransom and Benny the Butcher.
Elite emcee 38 Spesh and super producer have collaborated for an upcoming album titled "Beyond Belief." The lead single, "Speshal," features Stove God Cooks.
Fred Money and JR Writer have cooked up an EP titled "Family Ties," which drops Spring 2022. The lead single and accompanying music video, "Unthinkable" features Dave East.
Jay Worthy x Harry Fraud - Good Lookin' Ft. Kamaiyah (New Official Audio)
"You Take the Credit, We'll Keep the Check" is the name of the forthcoming album from frequent collaborators Jay Worthy and super producer Harry Fraud." The duo recruited Kamaiyah for the project's 2nd single, "Good Lookin."
"You Take the Credit, We'll Keep the Check" is the name of the forthcoming album from frequent collaborators Jay Worthy and super producer Harry Fraud." The duo recruited Conway the Machine and Big Body Bes for the project's lead single, "Helicopter Homicide."
From the first time I heard AZ spit on Nas' 1994 classic song "Life's a Bitch," I knew he was something special. Now here we are 29 years later, 8 solo albums deep and 1 group album with The Firm, Sosa has stood the test of time and has earned the right to be called a legend.
With that in mind, On Q Visuals continues his "Feed the Culture" series by blessing hip hop fans with a dope lyric video for "Time to Answer" off of AZ's latest album, "Doe or Die II."
[Intro: AZ] Yeah This is it right here This defines me Turn my mic up Let's do it, let's do it
[Verse 1: AZ] Spirit of Marcus Garvey Farad Muhammad, Medgar Evars and Bob Marley, I'm God-Body The scripture says Allah's inside me Show love, I was hugged by the arms of Gandhi Gave me my strength You could tell somebody raised me with sense We all need somethin' to help us through our daily events Bear with me; the toughest niggas tear quickly No lie, pops still cry and he near fifty Freedom or death, I give niggas a reason to sweat, there's no test Verbally it's like I'm seen as the best, who wanna try me?
[Sample Hook] Yeahhhhhhh, yeah-e-yeah I'm back!
[Verse 2: AZ] Sent to express grace Separate the weaker niggas is the less weight Fuck how y'all feel, y'all cowards now fuckin' with real I return like McGrady got caught with a pill, let's get it poppin' I move like a nigga coppin' I know the stress from the streets when I was diddy-boppin' Playin' the corners, face-to-face with the faces of mourners It's hard to trace the informers until it's too late Jake rest on my corners The focus is back, I play a part in this culture of rap Bought some whips so I relate on how these vultures attack Flippin' and runnin', double-park, rippin' up summons How many niggas hittin' twin sisters and flippin' they cousins? Call it finesse, the game — give it all I posses Nothin' changed, I'mma ball to the death
[Sample Hook (El Shaber)] Yeahhhhhhh (Right) Yeah-e-yeah (Show these cats how we do this here, nigga) I'm back!
[Verse 3: El Shaber] I'm like a, rose in the desert but how can one grow without rain? How can one experience happiness without pain? And how could I fall to the violence of hell and still remain sane? And how could I still remain on top of my game? When both the black and the white devils seek the power to rebel Seek to defy my radiance, I shift gears to another level I'm focused, but it's like I'm playin a cold hand of spades I got a lot of hearts, but these fools tryin to cut me and I'm tired of these jokers Vengeance is mine, I plague the whole planet with locusts I survived the mayhem, my advantage I've been the brokest I wasn't drugged and inhaled by all the smokers Then I became the love absorbed by all the cultures I can't trust women because my heart was scorned It's hard to trust yo' comrades, when yo' heart was torn One-nine-seven-oh the God was born
Back in 2009 Lloyd Banks released the song "Me And My Strap" featuring the late, great Nipsey Hussle. This is off of Lloyd's "4-30-09 (Happy Birthday)" mixtape.
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack I need it like that I need it like that On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track Just me and my strap Just me and my strap
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] No sleep no reply, look a coward in his eyes Unnecessary lies, just how a nigga fry Respect to the sky, Gotti power 'til I die If I'm at a house party, shotty probably on the side Smoke, poly, then I slide Goin' whoop wolly on the ride Southside, home of the pride, where did you ride? Guide, I want my mama house same size Obama house Madonna house, Fendi rugs, Louis sink, and Prada couch Small money make tall money, every dollar counts Tall money means more money, bring the diamonds out Who you think you is? 'Cause I know who you are We know where you be, you will be in D-E-E-P Shit happens when you yip yappin' I got both Blood and Crip backing Don't get your shit smacked I got a stupid buzz and a wardrobe I only like to use for clubs Day and night I'm used to hugs
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack I need it like that I need it like that On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track Just me and my strap Just me and my strap
[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Listen, look, pistol grip pump on my lap at all times I got to many enemies for you to ask why My city is a warzone and there's two sides So where I come from, niggas murder to survive Look, my purpose is to ride Above you fake faggot motherfuckers I despise 745 when I ride by, yeah, my bitch fly Smokers in the sky, why ask why My Glock provide hollow tips for the homicide My block alive, Frankenstein, I'm a problem child Somebody tell 'em crack mailers makes mamas cry This MAC 11 crack selling, check my Slauson style I stay fly 'cause I ain't focused on falling down I'm ballin' now, so all my ex-bitches calling now I fuck and clown, kick 'em out and make a song about it You talkin' 'bout that drama, boy, I'm all about it Me and my pistol press a issue, we the squad about it
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack I need it like that I need it like that On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track Just me and my strap Just me and my strap
[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Niggas don't wanna see you paid Niggas rather see you broke Nigga rather be a hater Fitted more than a scope Lloyd got the game in choke Figure four, in a yoke Motherfucker, have a plan That's more important than hope What's more important than life? Better get you a gun, get you a knife 'Cause if they'll get you once, they'll get you twice Trife life, neighborhood stripes and white ice Nice flights, came a long way from mountain bikes Too many niggas in, server gets the message out Snitches burn bridges when the cops take the pressure out Real recognize that ain't real, what can I say? Like Pac, I'd rather be a N-I-G-G-A Getting twisted all day on that OG K No time to play, a nigga don't move, he don't get paid Hey, pass the zay, so I can get some groupie love Blow job and Gucci glove, orgy and a Gucci tub
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I don't need a homie, I can watch my own back Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Riding with her on my lap 'cause niggas don't know how to act Just me and my strap Just me and my strap Sour Diesel by the pound and money coming by the stack I need it like that I need it like that On point 'cause niggas hate it when your shit is on track Just me and my strap Just me and my strap
1. Side B 2. Love Don't Live Here 3. Random 4 Life 4. 3 Nights 5. Blind Spot 6. Calm Down Ft. Chase Fetti 7. My Way 8. Loca 2.5 Ft. Asia Graves 9. Abnormal 10. Out Of Sight
Cruch Calhoun drops off his new album, "Loco 2 (Side B)."
The 10-track project features Chase Fetti and Asia Graves
Available on all streaming platforms:
Tracklist
1. Side B 2. Love Don't Live Here 3. Random 4 Life 4. 3 Nights 5. Blind Spot 6. Calm Down Ft. Chase Fetti 7. My Way 8. Loca 2.5 Ft. Asia Graves 9. Abnormal 10. Out Of Sight
[Hook] Please, whenever you see me out, you see me up clean Rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at sixteen Murdered over nothing, don't let nothing come between Anything I stand for, my kingdom, my team Hating breaking them up, but it don't break me Bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be Niggas sell dreams, ain't always how it seems Whichever way it leans, money by any means
[Verse 1] You're stuck in the same spot, you bank stopped Man, I'm eating like a fat nigga, your weight dropped All my weed do different things, space pot Show the respect you get at kings, or take shots Thank god for the liquor store, a fifth or more I'm a different kind of nigga boy, forget the law All they want to do search the truck, and rip the floor Find something worth pinning on me, submit the raw This is 2k wordplay, the harsh realities Of where me and my son stay, the technicalities Will bring him back one day, there's fatalities So don't move the dumb way, cars clapped Man I come from where it's hard at Society made my heart black, arms spat I ain't your guardian god, you can starve, black I think their watching, phone wiring, and calls tapped Watch how you talk back
[Hook] Please, whenever you see me out, you see me up clean Rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at sixteen Murdered over nothing, don't let nothing come between Anything I stand for, my kingdom, my team Hating breaking them up, but it don't break me Bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be Niggas sell dreams, ain't always how it seems Whichever way it leans, money by any means
[Verse 2] This is not hip-hop, this is hypnosis Of course, it's New York's bosses, gold crosses Don't cross us, punk summersault corpses Martini bombs through your office, uh Ain't nobody stopping me, the hate ain't enough My flow is one big gun waiting to bust They don't bring shit in the game, they take it from us I got millionaire neighbours still making a fuss I can't even give a beat down, they want cheese now Therefore I gotta keep my lawyer on speed dial Top speedometers, my shit'll hit two hundred Titanium lama you can get it if you want it I can feel it in my stomach, I got an extra sense And I've been benefiting from it, my flow is off the bench Wrote my whole album blunted, don't get confronted I'm a natural-born baller, if I showed up I stunted
[Hook] Please, whenever you see me out, you see me up clean Rollin niggas, niggas go to sleep at sixteen Murdered over nothing, don't let nothing come between Anything I stand for, my kingdom, my team Hating breaking them up, but it don't break me Bang for a bang, whatever its gon' be Niggas sell dreams, ain't always how it seems Whichever way it leans, money by any means
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