J Hus – Love, Peace and Prosperity Lyrics

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[Chorus]
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity
JAE5

[Verse 1]
You know me, I’m the alpha
Call up my nigga like, “Yo bruddah, how fa’?”
I greet you with my right hand ’cause that’s my culture
Run from rali, duck from rolla
Put the shotty underneath the sofa
How you so close yet so far?
I can see more, I’m gettin’ older
Since I was young, I been a loner
I’m switchin’ gears, the man been sleepin’ for years, they in a coma
Smell the aroma, stoner
Pass me the mash, make it bring it to the owner
Pass me the cash, I need all the payola
It ain’t over ’til I say it’s over
I cut through, Sun Tzu not Casanova
But you gave me your heart, you a organ donor
You say you nuh like it but you love it, don’t you?
Your momma told you stay far, why you comin’ closer?

[Chorus]
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity

[Verse 2]
You say you don’t like but you love it, don’t it?
You feel the energy, when you come around it
Gyal love me and they screamin’, they shout it
I’m on this ting and they know I’m about it
I always got the best product on the market
Your forehead had the bullseye and a target
I save a couple bells, but I still rass it
I can’t put all my eggs in one basket
I wake up and I lock and load it
Even when I didn’t do it, they say I’m a culprit
Even when I don’t try, they say that I’m so lit
I was lookin’ at your block and ah come and ah soak it
Come home I put pinger on the shelf
All the sexy ladies, do it yourself
All these likkle niggas chattin’ out their mouth
I just say a likkle prayer when I leave my house

[Chorus]
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity
Love, peace and prosperity
God grant us the longevity
I live a street life and I sing a melody
They wan’ see me go mad and lose my sanity

Atwood – Pastime Lyrics (feat. Jay Squared)

In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh

In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh

In my pastime
I do what the f**k that i want to
I don’t have to come and confront you
I do what the sun do
I just operate like ubuntu
Tell all of the homies they can came thru
Haters seem to love dude
They don’t see my angle they too obtuse
I be rollin up to em like f**k you
I don’t f**k with none you
I was bookin wars like I’m Sun Tzu
We be bookin tours in a month soon
Come through

I don’t give a f**k about what you sayin
You slide in my DMs thinkin you got game
All of these rappers i swear they just playin
But once i get started I’ll run the campaign
I just be swervin em day in day out
Like you best watch your mouth get the f**k out my face
All of these haters i swear they my bitches
My bitch get offended said don’t f**k with they

And i don’t know nothin bout none you f**kers
We had fire sex i guess I’m burnin rubber
Where the tires at i ain’t tired of f**kin
This a pit stop
Lady knew what time it was because she checked my wrist watch
Wanted somethin funny boy just watch
Cuz once Ding start dissin it’s a sitcom
Rappers always flip flop
But they can’t stand on me
Goin bar for bar they got none
They can’t handle me
A ban on me but i got that fresh
These boys playin like they wavin tecs
So now I’m waivin texts
See f**k boys gon say they best
And ima go do my job and then slay they shit
And make that check
Call me young space cadet
I’m outta this world
Wonder where yall faces at
You probably down in the dumps where you staying at
You hatin ass
You shook bruh you made me spaz
In my pastime

I do what the f**k that i want to
I don’t have to come and confront you
I do what the sun do
I just operate like ubuntu
Tell all of the homies they can came thru
Haters seem to love dude
They don’t see my angle they too obtuse
I be rollin up to em like f**k you
I don’t f**k with none you
I was bookin wars like I’m Sun Tzu
We be bookin tours in a month soon
Come through

In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh

In my pastime
I was gettin blowed off the indo
I was gettin throwed with my kinfolk
Yuh
In my pastime
I had fell in love with a nympho
I was gettin money just to get more
Yuh
In my pastime
I was in tune with my spirits
I was writing whole bunch of lyrics
Ugh
In my pastime
I be gettin so f**kin lit up
You could see the glow from my figure
Ugh

Alpha to Omega
All my brothers got Offended
Apologies & Opinions
Some days I don’t know the difference
I have to let time get in the middle of it
And sort it out
Forfeit now
If you on a different route
I got a mac that’ll make you homies chicken out
Hit the dishes now
All of my ex’s from East or West
Of the city and either got breasts or a butt
Intellect, been a threat
Oysters, you need a vest
Bucharest, dinners for Dotty and Curt
And Brandy Damu Alera Whippin’
Why you all up in my business
Sly Cooper on a mission
Bitch i’m really in them trenches
Anchor sinking gotta lift it up
Pistol grip pump on my GTA shit
D to the H
On some OTJ shit
Deep and we mobbing
You dropping all charges
If my niggas starting to make formation
I done seen a lotta shit
All falling
On a lotta shit
Papa tick tock ya
I live for wrist watches
You left with no options
For me and my posse
Golden compadres
And riders
It’s crazy I took a liking to Gold
And ironically I ran into samsa
Got outta limbo, from running with limbo
And Atwood, the homies I got ’em
Ya don’t try to stop ’em
Just watch this
Golden and homies will prosper
On mama
Even if we under profit
And If you feel like that emotion is felt
It’s crazy that atlas helped findin myself

Meyhem Lauren & DJ Muggs – Redrum

Fuck these niggas

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 1]
Fuck these bitch niggas, some gotta die, it’s all basic
One shot’ll take a man out, it’s not wasted
Niggas act crazy, and niggas gotta go
Shoot ’em in the face, leaves ’em six feet below
I’m all about [?], I go to war to keep my peace
Why the fuck you think I keep my piece
Don’t ever take kindness for weakness
This Mac-10’ll show you just how cold the streets is
Fuck a red, catch a holo-tip heart attack
Let the chrome turn you right into an artifact
Fake use to [?] moves and move cowardly
Now you got your life taken by reality

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 2]
Play the shadows like Bartolome Moya
If I kill, case closed, no need for a lawyer
I look in your eyes and see lavender
I don’t give a fuck about the depth of a scavenger
Kill ’em, leave they head slumped on the wheel
Throw some work in the car and make it look like a deal
Cameras make it harder to kill
So when you pointin’ your steel make sure you guardin’ your grill
Uh, fuck ’em, buck ’em, buck ’em, send ’em home
Shoot these niggas up and lay ’em down with the chrome
And they say life’s priceless, but your life’s worthless
This nigga gotta go big, go home with the surface
I’ll kill ’em

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

[Verse 3]
18,000 count cotton, you soft
Niggas be actin’ mad live ’til they got knocked off
Uh, takes a rifle to stop your life cycle
Death isn’t jail, your friends cannot write you
Ain’t no fuckin’ tellin’ what the guns do
But you know my niggas study Sun Tzu
I’ll leave you with your [?] and your dome
But take your Jordans off so we can put a tag on your toe, bitch

[Chorus]
Yo, take the trash out, take the mask out
Take the gloves out, fuck it, take the snubs out
Niggas act crazy and we kill ’em
Son, they gotta pay the funeral home to bill ’em

Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks – Ryu X Ken

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Chapters of the same road, just a different page
We moving off the same high, smoking different haze
Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave
It’s all about this money, dog, we in a new fade
I’ma die where I stand, I’m a different type of guy
Birds in the air, I’m a different type of fly
Where I’m from, niggas like to judge based off your supply
And they scared to show you love till they feel you ’bout to die

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Bye to the corner, you know I love tours
Bye to that bitch ’cause you know I hate whores
New women, new states, money coming different ways
Yankee pendant on the chain, you wasn’t there, you can’t relate
I remember, won’t forget, it was year 0-12
Shows OT, still got it wholesale
Man, we had the city jumping like Supreme Clientele
New New York niggas, B, we like the Holy Grail
Chitty chat, fuck the chitty chat, fuck that
I ain’t trying to bring the city back… Why Bamz?
We the ones with the massive plan
Why these fronting niggas pose in pictures for the ‘Gram?
They pussy? Don’t forget we was there from the gate, though
I sold coke right before I went to Santos
And sold out, so let’s talk about alumni
Acid on my tongue, I was dead high

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Chapters of the same road, just a different page
We moving off the same high, smoking different haze
Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave
It’s all about this money, dog, we in a new fade
I’ma die where I stand, I’m a different type of guy
Birds in the air, I’m a different type of fly
Where I’m from, niggas like to judge based off your supply
And they scared to show you love till they feel you ’bout to die

[Verse 2: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
When the Fair and the Tan link up, they can’t deny it
Pockets looking slim like they on a liquid diet
And I know it ain’t right for me to swear to God
But I swear to God, I’m the best with it, dog
Man, you know we got the recipe, dog
Shit was written in stone, we on our own, we defying the odds
And I know it ain’t right for me to talk shit about them
But I swear, shit hurting me, dog
Tan flag, with the gold around my neck
Everybody show respect when I come thru, chiefing on the set
I done came thru for [?], I done came thru to humble
I done came thru to come thru
I came in like a dad, I’ma son you
When I draw no R, fuck a Sun Tzu
Me and mines got love for you
You my blood, I take a slug for you, talk to ’em, nigga

[Hook: Bodega Bamz & Remy Banks]
Chapters of the same road, just a different page
We moving off the same high, smoking different haze
Either go to jail or we gotta face the grave
It’s all about this money, dog, we in a new fade
I’ma die where I stand, I’m a different type of guy
Birds in the air, I’m a different type of fly
Where I’m from, niggas like to judge based off your supply
And they scared to show you love till they feel you ’bout to die