The Doppelgangaz – If It Wasn’t For The Cloak (Dopp Hopp Album)

[Verse 1: Matter ov Fact]
A pair of shorts and grey Uggs
Down in Queensland snacking on some Moreton bay bugs yum
Permanently sport a Ye shrug
Sipping moonshine pour your ass a quart and say chug, ay
Usually stay smug
But today I think I might just go support a stray pug yea
Shorty with the big jugs
Said Matter ov Fact come give me a hug you big lug yo
A nigga valentine prone
Got shorties steady showing me they’re palatine bones agh
Keep it clandestine Joan
Nobody got to know we had the grandest time known
And she got the hardware
With the pube patch
Thicker than some St. Bernard hair fuck it
All my niggas got thousand yard stares out here
Tryna get a matching house and yard chairs

[Hook]
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been gone on a killing spree
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been jumped off the Tappan Zee
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been a threat to both you and me
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
Yo one more time if it wasn’t for the cloak

[Verse 2: EP]
Gangaz really out here, moving on excursions
Never not without beer, shawties ain’t no virgins
Living life without fear, ‘cus thats just a diversion
Money and the trout near so keep it on your persons
Whether she jerk Gherkins, shaped like a triangle or a pear
She’s well aware a Ganga lit off the angel’s share
Can be a real pain in the rear
Abstain from the brain but slain the derriere
Intriguing as it may be
A Ganga misinformed, sworn she had a butt baby
Played me, now your four tents missing
With the stored cents for your poor dentition Agh
Had too much rust at the prelim, trying to get a win
But much to his chagrin
Got two phones with dual sim
On a whim, sip a Moscow Mule but use gin

[Hook]
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been gone on a killing spree
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been jumped off the Tappan Zee
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
I swear a Ganga would’ve been a threat to both you and me
And if it wasn’t for the cloak
Yo one more time if it wasn’t for the cloak

Jimmy Prime – Moscow Mule (Bleeding Bull Album)

[Intro]
What about, what about you?
Ooh ooh
You, ooh, ay
Prime forever
Yeah

[Verse 1]
You know I’m tryna get that coochie yah
You know I love the way it’s Gucci yah
But I ain’t tryna be too pushy, no
Just tell me when it’s Gucci, when it’s good to go
Where you going lil mama?
I’m tryna pull up with you
Let’s hit up Neimans
I’m down to fuck up the store with you
I got a fetish for stunning women in denim
She a one on one she like the number eleven
She got on Burberry that make me wanna rip it off
I’m sipping lean it help me balance out the addy
She on the purp she like to mix it with the xannies
I got the bars I let her pop ’em like they candies
You can never see me with no randies
I break bread with my brothers that’s a family
Prime forever you know we like Roc-A-Fella
It’s Jimmaveli, yeah tell me who do it better
Codeine dripping on my Christian Dior
I’m just tryna get my foot through the door
I know they watch ’cause the Rolex watches
The foreign cars and the Audemar boxes

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about, what about you?

[Verse 2]
Hit up Harlem pull up on the stoops
Hit up Cali feelin’ like I’m Snoop
Drop the roof on the coupé whoop de whoop
Go MIA and I feel like Uncle Lou
I’m in a blue Mercedes rolling down a dirt road
Headed to a place you’ve never seen
Ain’t nothing wrong with that strong ace and medicine
Let’s get it popping your number one option
Jimmy the bull, I’m bleeding
Pour up a four like the seasons
I’m ’bout to freeze it, yeah
I bet that please her
Let her taste the sauce a little just to tease her

[Hook]
But I just poured the red in the soda
I don’t know why they pulled me over
I think they hate me ’cause the color of my skin
She wanna fuck me ’cause the places that I’ve been
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about you?
Forty acres and a Moscow Mule
I’m living good nigga what about what about you?

Oo, oo
You, you, yeah

Rick Ross – Powers That Be (feat. Nas) (Rather You Than Me Album)

"The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not!
There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness
And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth
You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness
Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’
No, he ain’t go that far
Said ‘I didn’t do it, ‘ hired Johnnie Cochran, but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’"
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said "fuck school!"
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having, to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I may have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy
At hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile
Some things your eyes won’t see (Uh, yeah)
But when it’s out of your control (Uh, yeah)
Then it’s the powers that be, be (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Uh, yeah)
He he he he he, la la la la la la (Yeah, yeah)
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la

RICK ROSS – Powers That Be lyrics

“The Lord as my witness, Lord as my witness, there’s not! There’s not a better MC than Rick motherfuckin’ Ross, Lord as my witness. And when a nigga says Lord as my witness a nigga tellin’ the truth. You don’t lie after you say Lord as my witness. Did you ever hear OJ say ‘Lord as my witness?’ No, he ain’t go that far. Said ‘I didn’t do it’ but he ain’t never say ‘Lord as my witness.’”

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

Went to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, wait up, hold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
Kiss my daughter on the cheek and I’m strapped as we speak
Dirty money get bloody, you still see the gun wounds
But what’s funny are the ones that we put the guns to
Fuck ’em all, kill or be killed, it’s still a thug rule
Back of class, high on grass, ’til I said “fuck school!”
What’s meant to be is meant to be, I rather you than me
Die with pride, forty shells on the murder scene
Rolls Royce leather stitching in the steering wheel
Ninth album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I still be dealing dope
Probably would if you’re talking like fifty or more

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

So creative, co-creator, family the motivator
Project buildings, lot of feeling, karma my codefendant
Pot to piss in, not a ribbon, never forgot a Christmas
Father figure not around, that’s such a major difference
I would play with all my homies’ gifts
I understood I didn’t wanna trip
The lack of didn’t tap my confidence
Matter fact that’s how I mastered a couple things
Went from not having to sheer opulence
Maybach with the drapes like an apartment in it
Whole hood know it, only one that’s white on white
Name ringing like DJ Clue on a Friday night
Just got some real estate out in Dubai
Nation of Islam, they say I might have a few ties
Talking tall brothers with the dark shades
Shed light, bringing niggas out the dark age
Sitting in the court with a sharp fade
Having sentimental thoughts about this Caucasian
Six million in the hole, still feeling short-changed
Reprimanded by someone who’s snorting cocaine
Frank Hampton was an angel, may his name ring
Crackers wanna kill me for the same thing
Ain’t no financial aid out in Notre Dame
Activist sipping Actavis, tryna pour away

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

You know how it is
New levels, new devils
The cheddar breed jealousy, at hella speed but it’s whatever
Mercedes driver
85’er, enlightener, collapsable sun visor
The half moon identifies
The son of God, son of man
Son of Sam, young with the blam
Stick or get stuck, get killed to get buck
A blessing of luck
I love all, test me, trust not
Above all but young niggas address me as such
Like Hannibal Barker, running through Carthage
Pan of our watches, conquer the nonsense, conquering lion
Armée var, Son, God combined in one
Most prolific, you off point
Like the coke addicted lawyer, Klienfeldt’s gun
Tell the waiter bring over that Moscow Mule
Tell them haters get over it, Nas still rules
To money makers and niggas who murk you out
And beat the death penalty on reversal trial
Niggas versatile

Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Some things your eyes won’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be
He he he he he, la la la la la la
He he he he he, la la la la la la
Some things your eyes can’t see
But when it’s out of your control
Then it’s the powers that be, be