TNMCRP 1032- Can I Talk My Shit? By Nikko Jones

Nikko Jones

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“Can I Talk My Shit?”

[intro]

Can I Talk My Shit?

and can I talk my shit?

and can I talk my shit?

don’t you agree?

we’re major

[verse 1]

Mar shit (heartless)/

I’m retarded/

but god damn i work hard bitch/ (out of this world)

uh Cardi with the flow/ big C’s ocean’s 11/

yeah ocean’s 12/ ocean’s 13/

word first we scheme/

to get this bread up/ get this butter/

get niggas fed up/

(yeah) sick of this cheddar girl i call em girls seasick/

uh Qweezii baby skrrr is cool as degree sticks/ (yeah)

easy wit it/ (yeah) they cheesy wit it/

uh QB (sick)/ uh cuhz Qweezii did it/

yeah Big Lobo/ uh the nigga mogul/

yeah yeah it’s a gogo/ bring it back bitch like yoyos (aye)/

I gets the dough dough uh/

I gets the dough dough uh/

hold up hold up/

you niggaz homo/

facts baby/ uh this crack baby/

uh i’m killmatic/ uh you feel that fabric/

I’m still an addict (aye)/

high off my supply, why? (why?)/

it’s just that vibe (aye)/

Qweezii baby/ Qweezy Qweezy baby/ see as lately/

he been g.o.a.t./ Imma bastard/

you cannot relate to me/

climax factor/ i spot up and then aye a 3/

I’m feel’n Steph curry/

aye aye aye/ most definitely number 30/

aye aye aye/ I’m produce’n wonders/

aye aye aye/ no wonder they wish to murk me/

uh wiz flow/

uh yeah niggas know/

uh these other niggas/ get’n old/

[hook]

& Can I Talk my Shit?

& Can I Talk my Shit?

& Can I Talk my Shit?

don’t you agree?

back up in this motherfucker, we major

& Can I Talk my Shit?

& Can I Talk my Shit?

& Can I Talk my Shit?

don’t you agree… we’re major

[verse 2]

look what we did/

tear in my eye/ (legendary)

Qweezy baby; nowhere to hide/

lay down the tracks/ you can lay in that/

and play dead/ play in traffic/

you can hate on that/ (you hate it)

dead the beat like a nigga had beef with it/

basically kill yaself (yea)/ feel’n myself/

ya bitch is too/ (FU2)

Qweezii; is that get’n through?/

winning streak but i’m on some Big L shit/ (ooww ooww)

classy wavy on some Biggavelli ish/ (ooww ooww)

(biggavell shit) maybe they’re just mad/

maybe we’re just glad/

radio head, (got that) stereo craft/

where’s the cash, gimme the loot (gimme the loot)/

death row (that’s me) let em semi’s shoot/

semi’s uz ghost town!/ when he boos; I kill em wit those rounds/ (ghost town)

and what goes around; comes back again/

Qweezii baby, guess who’s back again/

blacker than, my heart nigga/

cold heart (my) friends became ghost in the dark nigga/

heart nigga/ that’s what you lack/

cold & ruthless/

I don’t give (whoah) 2 shits/ (i don’t give a fuxk)

wut i’m supposed to do bitch?/

(I do what I’m posed to do)/

and I do just what I’m supposed to yuh this/

[hook]

[outro]

gone, gone

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TNMCRP 1031 – Bad Stigma By Nikko Jones

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Nikko Jones

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“Bad Stigma”

breathe easy/ we need this 3peat/

you see he’s Qweezii/

we repeat/ then tell them see me/

you can not see me/

than 4peat, we need that more heat/

I got that more heat/

she amors me/ don’t mi amor me/

I got that gorgeous beat/

I beat that; beat up beat that/

you cannot beat that/

you need class, you need that couth/

couth I ain’t never needed that/

I keeps it classy/ never the less/

I guess that we’se back/

I guess…/

yeah I guess that he’s mad/

cuz guess what, she’s act-/

-ing an ass on my dick/

& every fuck’n fuck’n song is sick/

they prolly read this in my palms ya bish/

the calmest kid, kid goat/ (drop’n bombs)

drop’n drop’n Obama bitch/

I got the calmest wit/

to match the flames/ and I

just pick up the torch cus that’s my aim/

I got that dash know- name/

just spell’n it different; (k-n-o) whew

w’s, yeah I’m tell’n you it’s different/

I got that, swag for days/ I had to pray fo/

I got that whew, master- slave/ I had to slave/

I got that, whew/ have to say it, that greatest of all time/

& I ain’t just say’n the shit, and it’s all the time nigga/

(I got that title)

[hook]

Bad Stigma

Bad Stigma

yeah Bad Stigma

To think same nigga that went to the same school as Michael Jordan/

nowadays on the mic man he’s Michael B Jordan

That’s bad stigma/

I mastered flow/ you half ass though/

That’s bad stigma/

I mastered flow/

Bad Stigma,

stigma stigma, stigma stigma

Bad Stigma,

stigma stigma, stigma stigma

Bad Stigma,

stigma stigma, stigma stigma

Bad Stigma,

stigma stigma, stigma nigga

I’m a

[verse 2]

bad boy killer, reincarnated/

imma fireman, could give a fuck if your heart hate it/

imma son of a gun/ God’s son/

so it’s only right, that I got some/

I got a shit list/ I ain’t God no forgiveness/

it’s 646, yeah St Nick that sick shit/

tsk tsk, your not on my level/

I got that, (whew) hotter than hot; hot as a teakettle/

I do it too/

MVP of my squad, MVP/

that’s me myself and I and I and he’s me/

niggas is bug’n out on these tracks, you fucked now/

Dick dastardly the flow, speed race’n the fuck’n drought/ pussy

Reign on it/ takeover/

Qweezii baby, the don fuck J Hova/

range rovers, that new car smell/

same odor as the shits/

yeah I’m the shits baby yeah/

and I’m legit baby/ Qweezii fuck’n baby/

matta fact fuck that, don’t say the baby/

see the formulas genius/

Qweezii was born genius/

and Ima just keep go’n in/

and that’s just the norm, I mean it nigga yeah

[outro]

bad stigma/

I mastered flow/ you half ass though/

bad stigma/

I mastered flow/ you half ass though/

bad stigma/

I mastered flow/ you half ass though/

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TNMCRP 1030 Royalty By Nikko Jones

Nikko Jones

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“Royalty”

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[verse 1]

it’s like a trial/ (right right)

go to school get your 9 to 5 yo/

has some spending money to get your high oh/

I’m lipo, this shit phat/

(facts, facts) kick it uh facts/

your shits tact/ of course now this shit is phat/

and this is lipo; call me slim shady/

slim Qweezy it’s get’n crayz/

see bimbos used to play me/

and now they get, get’n Hailey/

saying hey to me, we run’n game/

caballos, it’s such a shame/

we run’n game, and I will not lose your such a lame (horse)/

playing horse shit/ & hey I’m New ported shit!/

the most high I’m contagious and important bitch/

of course it is/ you’s a bitch, I’m more like Guns & Roses/

(2-1-2) I’m more like dums dums oh shit/

CC me and yo hoe bitch/

she need me, the whole dick/

she need me the whole dick/

said she need me the hoe is thick/

said she please me like oh shit/

andale andale/

porfavor ma’mi please/ yeah some would say some would say/

[hook]

but I could see your halo/

she know me as rude boy, she know me as rude/

I could see your halo/

she know me as rude boy, she know me as rude/

I could see your…/

[verse 2]

hey, low-key/ aye queasy, aye OG/

the baby whoah is me/

call me baby face killer/

and call me 80,8’s killer/

& call me rabies aye whoah iller/

call me myxomatosis/ i could prolly kill me b rabbit/

see its a goat/ yeah he’s a savage/

yeah me & boat/ that little salvage/

that means I’m coast/

you could feel it sail bitch/

that means I’m coast (beast)/

you could feel it sales, bitch/

I’m an uptown representer/

I’m fuck’n down, wet your mentor/

cuze she’s a bitch/ even if she’s a he & shit (woo)/

imma boss bitch I’m bossy/

get on ya knees, get off me/

off them beats, I kill them drums/

off them beats bitch you salty/ that’s Lawry/

I know you mad, know you chory/

know my shit is Polish, & polished/

my shit is gory/ and what’s the word, Qweezy guns/

I kill shit it’s easy son/

I keep the funds, I double that/

after the title, drug lord of rap/

so fuck raptures I’m a Tidal/

that means I’m wave boy/

Qweezy bomb on a bitch/ nigga, I’m made boy/

[hook 2]

and what’s the word what’s the word

tell me what’s the word

she know me as wave boy

and what’s the word what’s the word

tell me what’s the word

she know me as wave boy

[outro]

Keezeey told me get em, so I got them/

otha than that; the Red Hood nigga I’m Gotham/

& I’m not gone stop, pop pop pop’n and niggas drop’n

you look at me all crooked nigga, nigga whats pop’n../

better yet/

what’s crack’n/ whats crack’n cuhz

whats crack’n cuhz what’s crack’n cuhz whats crack’n cuhz

I got that bomb ass wave, I got that calm that’s in a cage/

I got ya moms got ya moms got ya moms feel’n a way/

I’m ruthless mothafucka/

stupid mothafucka/

I got that bomb ass wave, i got that calm that’s in a cage/

I got ya moms got ya moms got ya moms feel’n a way/

I’m ruthless mothafucka

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TNM CRP 1029 6lack Roses by Nikko Jones

 

NIkko Jones

Monster LLC

 

“6lack Roses”

[hook]

so from here on everythIng Qweezii drop Is fIre

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

so from here on everything Qweezii drop Is fire

[verse 1]

finna go beat hop’n/ beat It up like B. Hopkins/ uh

money In the bank, cash It In like we shop’n/ uh

get on the beat then I stomp It out/

then after that man I come to your house/

I heard you got a bad hoe/ Imma cum on her blouse/

no respect, I don’t want none of that shit now/

I want the girls the money the power, don’t fuck’n say shit/

yeah I’d beat that ass, don’t fuck’n say shit/

remember when Ave Campbell thought I be friendly on the beat/ (I remember)

then I unloaded, had them semis on reach/

a Top Dog/

started from the bottom/ they bottom feeders/

matta fact man they bottoms, they divas/

somebody told me keep the change/

shit I peep the game/

but I ain’t no one you dealt with Imma keep the flames/

and keep the game, momentum/

and seize the game bitch/ (Imma seize the game bitch)

It’s Qweezy baby/

the greatest you maggot he’s fuck’n crazy/

matta fact, max b yeah hes fuck’n wavy/

seasick, and a nigga sees It/ yeah

Harlem Child motherfuck’a yea

[hook]

(Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses)

sometimes you gotta let It out ya know

they try to have you feel’n some type of way

have you In your feelings and shit ya know

but you a grown man

bitch shit

but I feel like..

[verse 2]

I feel like man why they even fuck’n wait me to slip/

and all day I gotta play that like I play that shit/

I’m hate’n that shit/

to be honest man I hate that shit/

but nowadayz; nowadays/

that’s a hater ya bish/

they basic as shit/

me myself and I B Day Day that shit/ (I cater to It)

but I hold It down for my sanity cuze they they that shit/ (yeah I cater to It)

my only goal Is to be your fuck’n favorite/

my nature Is of the witty/

Imma slave for this/

I cave for this/

I stomp the yard I melee It/

I filet It/ I whip It out yeah hate that shit/

I put It down like 86 yeah I rabies It/

myxomatosis nigga ladies shit/

I eat that shit say hate that/

yeah eat that shit/

I went to court the other day and I beat that shit/ (they hate that)

see I, hop out the bed then I stunt on them haters/

Big Pun, yeah I punish the haters/

they want me to trip and fall, bust my ass/

but fuck that/

and I don’t even black on tracks bitch/

bitch I black and blues It/

something that sexually appease you, that taboo shit/ (yeah)

[hook]

(Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses

Black Roses)

then they wanna go around

they wanna walk around

give a nigga

gay ass silent treatments and shit

faggot shit

but you know what

[verse 3]

I don’t care how you motherfuck’n feel nigga/

like straight up, might even fuck’n kill a nigga/

I don’t even give a fuck If you feel a nigga/

fuck that, I’d fuck’n kill a nigga/

I gotta do It, gotta do It my mind Is ruthless/

I’m ill nigga/ Hilfiger, that kI’llmatIc/

that ill static/ that uh that static shock/

black superhero shit, that’s a shock/

take the fuck’n safety off and spray nigga/

head shots to the dome, decay a nigga/

so take this clip and spray nigga/

they better off dead, decayed nigga/

pop’n all that shit now they got noth’n to say nigga/

I’m pray’n for niggas, hope y’all pray’n for me/

I’m a motherfuck’n bad man players C-/

to the I-r-c-l-e/

sheesh tell me I’m wealthy/

I’m hell b/

to the e-n-t/

It’s Qweezii Carter nigga/

It’s Qweezy Carter/

It’s Qweezii Carter nigga/

It’s Qweezy Carter/

Qweezii Carter motherfucka, yeah

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TNMCRP-1025 If We Fight By Nikko Jones

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Writer: Nikko Jones

Owner of : Monster LLC

Title: If We Fight

[verse 1]

Yuh, yeah if we fight/ we could really relate, war/

Sometimes is necessary, what the silly debates for/

These apes roar, (the crowd scream)/

They ape shit/ (they ape shit)

Call me a Carter (President Carter)/ you ain’t shit/

I paint shit/

Call me an artist/ A Boogie/ it’s all regarded/

Top 5, 6 to the 2-3/

Un-saint like (not like Drew Brees)/ more like Lebron flow/

I’m like a bomb though (true)/ your like a bronze hoe/

That’s word to my momz hoe/ word to my moms though/

Qweezy baby (Lobo, Lobo)/ he won’t fall off/

Stone Cold (Stone Cold)/ y’all niggas all soft/

I got the ball *cough cough*/ (swish swish)

Guess Im’ma goat nigga/ a little boat nigga (swish swish)/

Whatever floats ya boat nigga/

That’s coast to coast nigga/

An oaths an oath nigga/

Steam roll’n (Lobo, Lobo)/

(All my friends are dead flow) a roast, i roast nigga/

[hook]

Vibe, so FROM HERE ON EVERYTHING QWEEZII DROP IS FIRE/

Focusing on my empire so FROM HERE ON EVERYTHING QWEEZII DROP IS FIRE/

[verse 2]

Get’n right/ (get’n right)

Get’n by/ (get’n by)

Niggas trife/ (niggas trife)

Get em’ pies (clowns)/

Give em high/ give em lows/

Sit them high/ hit them low/

Give em goals/ its pick & roll/

Niggas know/ its pick & roll/

Niggas know/ its given gold/

Give em mold/ tell them break it/

After that, yuh tell them remake it/

Yeah & that’s how you sell it to them/

Sell it, then fake it/ until you make it/

Till then, tell them to hate it/ (love me or hate me)

Uh call them fake, bitch/ everything in between/

Call me up late (lit)/

Everything ain’t what it seems/

But this ain’t what it seems its crack shit, (Qweezy) bubblin raw/ (imagine me)

Qweezii is a magician, magic i could turn Autumn to Fall/

Call’n the ball/ Q Qweezy ode to the blue/

Caw to the awe/ like Nick Foles mosh pits and all/

I do it/

[outro]

Last verse was before the award shows/ (and then what)

I started pennin Forbes up in my journals/ (and then what)

Record flows/ that scream out Forbes flow/ yeah

Then ask me what i do it for/ i do it for NY hoe/

Record flows that is cold is sickly/ (of course yo)(

New York coast with the flows, forgive me/ west side

I’m kill’n shit, little grim/

i’m kill’n shit, Qweezy szn nigga/

Lobo..

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TNM CRP 1024 XXX- By : Nikko Jones

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Writer: Nikko Jones

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TITLE: XXX

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death comes in 3’s/

Junior passed, guess who wept me/

live everyday like my last like/

like like like up next is me/

triple x rest in peace/

i better leave a strong legacy/

cuz God knows ahead of me/

the Don, they’ll try to behead me, silence me/

use violence even but me, me/

I’ll use love, true thug/ (cuz love hurts)

amused bust, right out the chamber with my lines/

with my rhymes/ (white lines)

take em back to an easier time/

fo’ i’d even try to rhyme/

like mimes/ there’s no words spoken/

curse is broken/

long as i break it, my word spoken/

first chokin, now he’s so dam poised/

the man, boy can’t boy me/

nah, i’m the man boy/

man boy, this shit is just gettin hectic/

i don’t get it, you get it you get it get it?/

i gotta take it/

take ya to a time where i was not as hated/

aye bish i got this spaceship/

come cruise with me/

i’m too litty/ some do get me/

but i don’t try to be got/

police cops, be beatin the blocks/

and i don’t know/ (shit i don’t know how i feel bout the fucken pigs nigga)

man they cold when they pull through/

broke a skull too/ pitbull too/

he was a big dog/

i do it for the kids dog/ don’t kid dog/

look what you did; shi shit i’m the shit mah/

skid skrr i’m the wiz with the words/

thats apeshit/ atheist, yeah you dish it i serve/ skrr

basic? bitch i’m yay with the shits/ yuh i’m qweezus

goatee raps/ now that’s how goats react/ (yeah)

aye, my oath black/ yeah you know that, Kodak/ aye

(snap) cold as shit like polar to caps/ (picture perfect)

(i said umm) cold as shit like polar to caps/ (thats picture perfect)

holdin that, mac 10, blackin/

hit em up flow rat a tat a tat tat M’s/

that’s him/ Eminem like back then/

or fuck it past to the tense, M’s M’s/ like M&M’s/

that engine rap. that rin rin/

then again. is that in him? him?/

i been a gentlemen/ been an element/

been a felon gentz/ been in my element/

fuck yeah so imma represent/ (i represent)

heaven sent nigga 09/ (i represent)

cosign nigga hold them signs/ (& flip it)

like a drug, nigga know what’s mine? (it’s this shit)

and i already know what the business/

friend or foe get ya wrist slit/

yuh I’m Freddy whoah with the shits bitch/

reaper flow, get it? slit slit/ and skrrr

sleepin though/ sleeps the cousin of death my nigga sleep tho/

i flip this shit like a brick shot by Shaq nigga free throw/ (that’s kilos btw)

imma slim nigga call me slim crazy/ nigga i been crazy/

i try to preach fuck that negative shit, but then again/

(this what they made me)/ fuck them niggas they been hate me/

nigga they been lazy/ (seasick)

nigga I been wavy, easy it’s/

the return of the heir/

in a league of my own/

they still try to play me/

ain’t got no keys of their own/

yuh it’s never that crack shit/

rest easy x/

just know that they ain’t that shit/

and mad niggas pissed/

mad niggas was pissed

rest easy nigga

you know they say death comes in 3’s and all

but fuck that

nigga we miss you

word, 3 x’s

3 x’s

3 x’s

3 x’s

XXX

and a special RIP to Junior

a moment of silence

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TNMCRP-1023 99 Problems In Miami ( Tribute to Jay Z) By Lady Rayne McCloud

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Writer: Lady Rayne McCloud

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Tittle: 99 Problems In Miami

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VERSE

I got beef with niggas who just want control

Same niggas screaming money over hoes

Criticize me for being angry

I fuck wit ya’ll stupid what type of facts is those

If you grew up seeing niggas slap’n hoes

You’d learn quick to snap click and clap back bro

I’m like ya’ll can kiss my whole ass hole

I ain’t scared and I ain’t calming down no mo

I got beef with niggas who just love love the show

I’m Like have ya fit I don’t give a shit so

Body boy try’n play me fast

Mad cause I won’t give him no ass for cash

Fuckas

I don’t know what you take me as

but understand the intelligence the lady has

I secure my own riches Nigga I ain’t dumb

I got 99 problems and you won’t be one

HOOK

Gotta bitch ass nigga that you need to son?

I got 99 problems and that won’t be one. hit me

VERSE

The year is 94 and Miami is raw

Bitch nigga behind me like he’s the law

I got two choices ya’ll

Move to mars

or put the chopper out the window and blast at his car

And I ain’t try’n to run from this niggas chase

Plus I’m fight’n for my life so it worth the case

The phone rings before I start to unload

I hear

“Bitch do you know what I’m chasing you for”

Cause you a nut and you mad I don’t want you no more

I’m not mind reader nigga I don’t know

Wanna keep talking shit or should I guess some mo

“Bitch pull ova the car

You can’t leave me

You need me you know I’mma star”

Who you call’n a bitch I ain’t pulling over shit

“Don’t make me have to kill ya ass Chick”

Well the pistol is clacked and the choppers in the back

Sorry son, you gone need an army for that

“When you start talking like that,

Ya think ya hard or something

Some kinda gangsta or something

Well I’m not Capone but I know a little bit

Enough to know I’m not gone let you kill me, Shit

Blasted on that ass conversation was done

I got 98 cause he got one’d

REPEAT HOOK

VERSE

Once upon a time long in the past

A dick like yourself tried to play me fast

This is not a dick in the sense of having some balls

But a dick having no common sense trying me ya’ll

I tried to be a lady and talk to him soft

Reason with him but some niggas egoic’ and lost

You know the kind

Legend in they own mind

Can’t walk the walk but talking all the time

See he go get to rapping

And I’mma start snapping

He gone frog jump and I’mma start clapping

And there I go back to being Mexican

Hiding in them dirty hotels again

I’m wrong because I’m female and I’m African

So they gone call me “angry black woman” again

And I ain’t taking shit so I’m single again

All because a nigga had to ego trip

Acting like I’mma hoe and he’s some kinda pimp

I got a little boy I don’t need no son

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain’t one.

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