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"Ridin' wit' My Dawgs"
(Chorus)
When the shit pop and it's on whether right or wrong
Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs
If we did broke 'bout to ball or neither or at all
Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs
If it's gettin' real in the field and I get a call
Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs
If they need me for anything, anything at all
Man, I'm gon' be ridin' wit' my dawgs, ridin' wit' my dawgs
(Verse 1)
Loyalty don' spoiled me it created royalty
'Cause everyone that throw them Cs are kings of their own to me
All the cats who roll with T love Top like a brother
You'd think our blood is in each other and we shared a mother
For them I'd kill a mothafucka rob or get in trouble
With no questions on the double for my dawgs I'm down to rumble
It's us in a huddle callin' plays makin' shots with aims at the top
Getting' paid makin' guap
I laughed with these niggas I cried with these niggas
If I mash with these killas I'mma die or be injured
This life that entered there's no exit path
We either soar flying fast or burn up in the crash
We the last dynasty CMG we like the Mings
The only thing we not Chinese just niggas in designer jeans
Bruh, you can't define my team nope not at all
Well maybe you can call us small 'cause only few are involved
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
CMG shotcaller and my gang is gettin' smaller
'Cause it gets harder and hard to trust niggas when my guard up
I guess I'm getting smarter 'cause in the words of my father
I'm too trusting to bother to see that my friends were robbers
Getting jacked behind my back by cats that were in my pack
Never woulda seen the facts 'til I caught them in the act
So them niggas got the axe cut off with no contact
Now I'm down to few rounds like a short boxing match
I try to keep it there steer my circle clear of squares
I be prepared to cut off dudes who prove they scheming here
My team is clear of any rats and snakes cats who fake
Tryna wait to break in my safe
Naw, they get erased before they even get a chance to
Steal it's eye for an eye hand for a hand too
See I'mma ride for my crew that's what a man do
I just have no tolerance for those who prove they untrue
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
Blood pacts in my contract you affiliated on contact
CMG like Illuminati except it's mostly all blacks
Secret society? Nah, man, we beyond that
We like the U.S. government we run shit and have ya'll taxed
Fall back you ain't like us we bomb back if you strike us
Fake niggas despise us real niggas idolize us
Man, I'm not surprised much when haters say I'm bourgeoise
Damn right I'm choosey with which road dawgs I'll be moving
My niggas trust what I'm doing 'cause the captain's showing and proving
And I break bread with my goonies like Jesus in every movie
They buss at us and we shootin' try to stop us we keep troopin'
And a small group is a raw group so there's no need for recruiting
We good, man, get it understood, fam, not from the hood, man
But my code is strong as wood stands
And this is CMG we not no rock band so there's no egos with my people
That means we'll never disband
(Chorus)
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"Payin' Dues"
(Verse 1)
Getting money's a process you gotta progress for profits
Long roads bring long dough nothing overnight's honest
Sellin' nicks out projects studying for college or recording in closets
All beginnings are modest
Look at Jay, look at Nas, look at B.I.G., look at Pac
Nobody in that squad got a handout from God
Just niggas on they job got lucky got money
Had a Suge or a Puffy or a Dame or a nothing
If that shows you something it should be get yo' grind on
Fake it to make you'll forever where rhinestones
Mama would tell me the easy way out won't see on that route
Yeah Ms. Ellen made my mind strong
I got my eyes on the heavens and the Jordan sevens
The reverends promise good times like Florida Evans
But why should I die to get my piece of the pie?
You want me paying just tithes but surprise
(Chorus)
Man, I do what I do when I want to how I choose
That's how hustlers move when we out here paying dues
In this world, cash rules many want riches too
It goes to the few who really pay their dues
So I'm true to my crew and the game I'm into
Now when you see me roll through say he paid his dues
(Verse 2)
Yeah, the flow that switches keep who listening paying 'ttention
That's a trick you're given when you get in my position
But really I'm no different though you hear my style inventin'
We had the same beginnings all as babies booger picking'
Booty diggin', lint flickin', dirt lickin' toddlers
Playin' mobsters, indians, cops, or robbers
As we grew up some became lawyers, doctors,
Rappers, scholars and it's all because of dollars
Haha it's funny no really it's funny how we're now getting this money
We were just watching Bugs Bunny
Now we're making major moves after paying all those dues
Guess we don't have to snooze to see dreams come true
Fuck rappin' the blues when all the beats are this smooth
And any freak that I choose is down to get on her twos
I've worked hard this true but I got more to prove
Fuck if I'm on mixtape forty-two I'm telling you
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
The grind is never ending ain't no restin'
If sleeping came in second I'd stay up twenty-four-seven
With people ain't no telling but money don't be pretending
You know just what you're getting when your Benjis isn't bending
I'm only gellin' with hustlers and ex-felons who be expelling real lessons
'Bout the trap from their melons
They paid their dues and in return them crackas gave a sentence
In cells for repentance that only make them more menace
That may be where I'm heading the price of getting lettuce
My one fear then is seeing mama tear shedding
I pray that all these blessings keep on coming without question
'Cause my name is steady spreading and I need them at this second
I promise when I get on I'll correct all my wriz-ongs
Can't say I'll put kids on but I'll try like a third charm
And I owe nobody noth-an such my third arm
I paid my dues and you can do the same too
(Chorus)
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"Pass the Mic" Ft. Photokidd, Brance B., Playa P, King Twanie, N.O.T.Y., Chris-Style, Sektor, & Bunnie
(Top Billion)
Top Billion. CipherMusicGroup. Northside.
Well let me kick things off I be the CMG boss
I win at all costs I can't even spell loss
Shotcaller and a baller I should be Chris Bosh
'Cause can't a nigga hang with me like the man on the cross
Big money what I talk if you're deaf then walk
Ain't a six figure start I'm out your ballpark
Man, if rap's art then I'm fucking Picasso
I thought so if not though I'm Basquiat-Top, bro
Garden District been my hood since I was snot nose
So Northside surprised I'm not blamed for the potholes
From Monroe but my swag international it's factual
My CD's in each country's capital
I'm from the bottom where these niggas pop a cap in you
If they don't blast as you them crackas come and tackle you
Rap is what we have to do that's why I'm good at it
Not to boast or brag but, man, I put my hood on it
Haters, quit the foolishness you see my team winnin'
You mad that you're down bad in the ninth inning
Whatever if to ball's wrong I'mma keep sinning'
So I'mma pass the mic and pray to Lord I'm forgiven
(Photokidd)
Photokidd. Plan Too Music Group. AQ.
South side where I grew up, where niggas destined to screw up
Forced to make a name so that hood you reppin’ they knew us
Where friends would turn to enemies, they'd be the ones to damage you
Where kids be playing hopscotch and jacks on Gordon avenue
That same place where we kill a beat, that's where we started Plan Too
Some young niggas with dope lyrics, show the world what we can do
From the bottom up, so it's bottoms ups
Vodka shots, get a lot of cups
Sip it twice, take a lot of gulps
Get fucked up,
It's easy, I do this, Mr. young and talented
When moms moved me out the hood they said where they fuck the talent went
I'm right here, this mic here, will be the reason I make it out
And this real shit that I spit will be the same reason they take me out ahh
But I ain't changing
Gotta keep my head up, gotta maintain this
Success driven attitude, in the same lane as
A lot of these rappers before they became famous
I'm anxious, cuz I swear I gotta make it
These niggas fear reality, I ain't afraid to face it
The only thing I fear is the thought of being basic
Top said pass the mic, fuck, here somebody take it
(Brance B.)
Yaa Brance B. DMA Representer. Northwest!
Young’un on his grind, 15 but I'm here though
Shoutout to my single mom cuz she my biggest hero
I told her she could count on me so please just don't count me out
Lost my dad and now I am the man of the house
We broke and we need fixing, told my moms imma get it
Cuz I’m tired of countin’ pennies my potential has no limit
So I picked up that pen to rhyme, picked up that pen at 9
Backed us in this corner so we ain't got no choice but to grind
See I was used to slammin’ dominoes on the table
Moms moved us to the north and now I actually know my neighbors
Good kid turned bad she said I used to be sweet
Now I'm in that caddy rollin’ up sweets
Blowin’ swisha sweets, trying to reach the peak
Used to not care about sex now she sayin’ I'm a freak
Ha, I guess I changed for the better cuz you learn from your mistakes
And I don’t care whether you old or if you young, you could nod along with this
We all trying to be right so ain't nothing wrong with this
Married to the game you could be the best man
Trying to relay run my city pass the mic to the next man
(Playa P)
Playa P. A-Plus Entertainment. Westside, Nigga.
Everybody body in my city wanna rap, they on the same thing
Too much talent in the city, get on the same page
How the fuck we gon’ make it we can't maintain
Every man for himself, that’s a dead game
Everybody got a song that say the same thing
It’s the same fucking picture in the mainframe
You thought u put it out, but the flame is back
And if you didn't understand, well the gang is back
A plus entertainment ain’t no changing that
And everything I said before, this just changes that
Aye put me in the booth, I swear I’ll spit just facts
I ain't calling no names, but most of you rappers is wack
You should've stayed in school and kept it aimed at that
Most of u niggas house gangstas and your quality wack
Put my team in the game to put the city on the map
Let me take the hand off, fuck it I’ll run it back
I ain't never been a gangster I don't even waste no time on ’em
Westside how I ride the hood shine on ’em
I know they patiently waiting for me to sign over
My time is up homie gon’ take the mic over
(King Twanie)
YG Entertainment. K.T. East-up, Nigga.
Welcome to my section where niggas tote Smith-&-Wessons
And keep it cocked for protection and keep them pussies from plexin'
You get caught without a weapon in my section then it's over
Them gangstas play it cool and let the youngstas fuck you over
Ain't no limits to a soldier no street can stop a rider
Where I'm kids hectic them youngsters they be wildin'
From the home of the violence, bangin', and sellin' drugs
Most of my niggas I know dead or locked up
Feds they watch us I don't worry I be doin' me
Hate to see us shine so they stay in my community
Don't want me influencing little niggas that tussle
They'd rather see them bang and see them fight so they can cuff 'em
I'd rather see 'em sing and help 'em write so they can bubble
Try to maintain the struggle so it won't be no tougher
They suffer and turn to crime just to get some dough
And it be hard to teach 'em better that's the only thing they know
From the city of the Roe, hood of Booker T
New Homes the section, Beale it be the street
Never forget the East never forget the glory
So I'mma pass the mic so you can hear another story --- Gunna
(N.O.T.Y.)
N.O.T.Y. CipherMusicGroup. SO APE. West Side, Nigga.
You pass the mic, well nigga man I’ll past the dutchie
Drunk as fuck, puking up filling up on an ugly chubby
West side is on the left side where lames can’t touch me
That nigga think he all that, well yeah bitch I must be!
Get back skidddat my niggas ain’t with that
69 we flip that
My mind where the chips at
HUH and AQ is where we kick back you play wit
Our bread and cheese will grab the Big Mac
I’m from a side where niggas ride and never mix facts
You from a side where Mr. Belding always knickknacks
Patty wacked oh lord! She gave my dog a boner
K.D. he is on her, we flipped her then disowned her
But every hood got they troubles mine got they fault
From showing they ass and bragging ’bout the snitch they fought
From showing no love to those scrubs until they bought
And everybody stay afloat when we catch a drought
But it’s my hood and my hood I’ll never forget about
And at the Grammys you know two words I’ll be screaming out
West side grab my dick scream it with pride
I’mma hold it down on this side and pass it to the other guy.
(6th GRADE)
Sixth Grade. Plan T.O.O. Music Group. A.Q.
As the beat bangs bass just to break the system
Ignites the talent like a click from the breaker system
I'm from that place where kids have kids and they kids
Just ain't shit and they end up in the fuckin' system
Not to be harsh though Mom didn't believe in guns
She packed talent in my arsenal shit it's probable
That I'm possible to change the world but
Let me fill up my pockets first I'm a broke nigga ain't got shit
Gun shots from down the street you pray to God that you not hit
Granny couldn't take the news a nigga be so busy chasin' dreams
That I'll be late for school fuck it I don't need an education
Teachers ain't shit and vodka better my situation
Like the accumulation of maybe dollars and shit
Who the best? Don't even ask my team gotta be it
I mean just look at where we from
Lil' niggas with enough drive to make through the slums
Stop it you can't fuck with my southern logic
I'll sweep the floor with you ass then turn around and mop it
And that's without my line up but my time's up
Lemme pass the mic so you can hear the story of the next rhymer
(Chris-Style)
Chris Style. CMG, Invisible 5th. Live from the boondocks.
Epps is where I rep. It's the place that I was raised in
'Roe City transplant. The Haven's where I'm stayin'
The more I start to speak, the more that you're gonna see
This is the story of a warrior's origin on a beat
Me bein' me though, why shouldn't I use this verse to
Illustrate the truth that the hood is universal?
I kick that live spit everybody identifies with
That fight to survive, keep your eyes on the prize ish
Welfare, food stamps, single mom, five kids
Imaginary player cats, swearin' they're the flyest
The kid with mad game that had plans of bein' Jordan
'til his girl got pregnant, now his family's more important
But the pay he's gettin' from his 9-to-5 just ain't enough
Now he's grindin' on the side, and it provides him with a rush
He ain't tryin' to be in cuffs; know the times are gettin' tough
In time, he realizes he's a diamond in the rough
Peeped the lifestyle, and now he's dyin' to live it up
So he finally decides on writin' rhymes to get his bucks
We're the same at the core, regardless of where we at
So I’mma pass the mic for someone else to bless the track. Get'em!!!
(Sektor)
Sektor. Chi-Town to the Roe. Eastside Laborhood.
Westside, Chi Cook county 7/10/95
Niggas know how to survive the struggle
Had to hustle just to get by
17 years same hustle flippin’ dimes and prolly gettin’ high
Shit…the story of my life’s kinda boring but I guarantee
These lil whores gon’ adore me anyway
Cocaine white widow married to a train wreck
Sleepin’ on the rails, you even catchin’ trains yet
As I look around all I see is ole shit,
Small ass city prolly run into my ole bitch, oh shit
A bunch of young’uns on the corner sellin’ bags of marijuana
Pellets hit, blood donors
But don’t involve us in the drama, it’s the cops
2010 summertime lil homie got shot
Big homie got robbed, lil cuz got his ass whip
Inglewood doggin’ mess around get ya ass bit
I’m ridin’ round town lookin’ for a freak
On the East ya better know how to move ya feet
Rebel gang ,affiliated with royalty
Let me pass the mic, holla at me for sum more of me
(Bunnie)
Uhh, Bunnie, Does it for me. New Homes.
Now everybody here waking up with the same dream
I got a need to receive it, praying to maintain
I’m from the heart of the city the thought of it really
I’ve never had an idol nothing taught me to do me
So I follow myself like my shadow ain’t there
At the end of Booker T, call that the Madison square
Just cause I tally mark my right and get my points up
I was taught to strike and not to hike
I’m never giving up, will never have to forfeit my position I’m up in the chess
I’m on the move so you tell me what you think is next. Lucky guess...
Putting bombs out where the chumps be
Sticking with the lyrics why you think the nigga chose me?
You can’t think of me as one of you
I pull my business out right in front of you
Just add me to the count I’m one of the dudes
That makes ten of us on top of a few
I stay up in the Dio like a habit now
You claim I’m wack and I’m slackin’ but you up in the crowd
And if I think to pick a win that’s up to me to choose
Cause I don’t really have a care on how you suckas lose
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