TNMCRP-1025 If We Fight By Nikko Jones

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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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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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[intro]

You never loved me

You be bug’n at me

I’m try’na keep it a buck fiddy

Yeah I’m try’na keep shit sucker-free

I’m try’na keep shit fuck’n fleek

(fleek) fleek fleek

I never went to school

Even when I went to school

I wanna tell you, you been a fool

(yeah)

It’s the hard knock life for us, sell out

Picture us in the hallways cops & icebergs yell out niggaz

Yeah that’s what we would yell out yell out

(where I’m from: ST NICK ST NICK) feel me now

[verse 1]

Triple x

Issa flex

Gettin flex on yo block

That’s Marcy, issa threat

Sweat the stove top

Is so hot

Issa vex (rah) this stove top

Is so hot

Fresh out the bakery agh the oh agh

The od-uh

Issa scent rah the flows hot

New car smell it’s like a fuck’n rah

You cartel

You hard as hell

That’s what she told me, you “Carvel”

“You ice cream, you “Carvel”

Yeah be nice to me

These icy streets ain’t icy as me

You got an icy streak

Like I might be the beast

“I might be deceased”, is what you should say

I R&B Suge aye

I should pray

RIP the beat, Red Hood Ye

The hood aye?

Marvin Gaye flows

It’s straight tho

You hate those

I ape flows

Yeah hate those

I’m grateful

I take pull,I gravitate, I’m ace yo

I’m aye-aye-aye Wolf

Im’ma ape on the beats

An ape I break beats

So take heed

I break beats

You place me

Yeah an eighth for me, is dai- to the ly

I get the eighth a kilo, make sums C-notes

I get raised cause we know

(dundundun)

Yeah the bench is pressed

“I’m in it” flex

I give the pen to rest

Then pen to death

I give it a fin, a depth

I’m in it, yes/ in shark water, yuh feelin like deep

In dark waters/ in the 4th quarter that’s heart

Dark quarters (that’s dark quarters)

I show no mercy homie

Ya’ll have to merk me homie

That’s on my word jabroni

Ain’t scratch the surface homie

I’m Michael Jordan on the mic, I do that

Hyrule that

For the high the high high school cats

[hook 1]

So when did you first wanted to rap?

When i first wanted to rap?

I didn’t/ i just i wrote poetry and figured i was good at it

Ya know

I guess when i figured that.. ya know?

[verse 2]

The dag asshole/ rap’s so phat should call me fatso

Or crack snow/ crack crack crack crack shit Castro

Shady baby, I’m militant (my rap flows)

Crazy, ladies I’m feel’n em (kill’n it)

Crack a skull I’m really bashful (bashful)

Rest in peace/ i heard death comes in 3’s

Qweezy baby i’m kill’n shit specialty

So sick, I’m feel’n it; yuh expect the heat

Yuh fireman/ yeah light up famz aye

Misguided lamb aye/ on-sight my mans spray

I take 2 glocks  run the streets bae I’m 2pac

Too hot I heat these streets

Bae it’s too hot

Supa hot on the block

Dude you iceman

I’m big C for Comfort Zone, I’d shoot your right hand

Cause he a lil man

I ain’t no lil man (lil nigga)

The fuck you callin senile?

Nigga (lil nigga)

[hook 2]

(2-sev 2-sev 2-sev)

On the contrary your quite young

Yeah i’m 27

I see…. umm does that scare you?

[verse 3]

Remember me? yuh cold as December flu’s

September too cause i’m cool as November oooo

My temper ooze out I channel; like a vender do

Yuh I pitch game, I pitch sales I pitch well

I shut em out I pitch cane, I get bail

Stupor swag the fuck you gonna do with that

Yeah you know the forte

New York, New York Forbes aye

I’m more Ye yo than Ne-Yo

That’s word to Pac / unorthodox

Finna be ummm Forbes list watch

I keep my distance I need that listen

Rinrin, key to the ignition

I’m potent, yikes (ghost) poltergeist

Yuh I’m supposed to fright yuh I’m supposed to

Overpriced, well bitch this cost me a lot (lot)

Icy chains, well bitch the boss I’m the Roc (no JAY Z)

I said no JAY Z/ issa wave bey

I get the wave issa me I get it aye, qweez

I get ya angry at me I kick it aye, weave (22’s)

I bob & weaves it (22’s 2’s) Im’ma Prodigy bitch

I got that Qweezii shit that Mobb Deep shit

That Mobb Deep bitch yuh I gotta eat shit

Chop it up E. (sheepish woes)

I eat sleep broccoli yuh I smoke it too (yuh)

I’m so deluxe you/ not so much

I got it uh; cobra clutch/

Oh the nerves I know swerve (skrr skrr)

Turn up, I turn her on

I skrr it momz I race cars

I turn her on (I turn her on)

Her favorite song

[hook 3]

(my favorite bars)

So i take it you’ve heard Love is Everything?

Yeah without man there is no Qweez

It’s a love hate thing (love hate thing)

OK

Uh how would you describe your music?

[verse 4]

Man this is weed rolled tucked

This is Ebro bruh this is hot 97

The block and the Times, one second

Yuh one weapon mic

I’m un-threatened we’re unlike

I’m un-liked it’s all good

Cause kiss’n people’’s ass is just so unlike you

I call it Suge death row

Qweezy baby, you never know

Method flow i’m on some protect ya fuck’n neck shit

Inspectah deck shit yuh expect it bless shit

Don’t try the man yuh I’m fire man yuh

Spiderman yuh I climb up vans yuh

I shoot the lights out

Hide til it’s bright out

I knock ya lights out

Who wants to fight now

Don’t get iced now yeah this is nonstop

Yuh this is nonstop

The block is hot nigguh, yuh

[outro]

Monster fuck these nigguhs up

(2sev….)

That’s all for now.. no more questions

That’s enough for now

Fuck out my face

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[intro]

And its, it’s the Qweezii experience 2

Its, it’s the Qweezii experience 2

And watch them drop the beat

And watch them drop the beat

And watch them drop the beat

And watch them drop the beat

It’s, it’s the Qweezii experience 2

[verse 1]

New York bitch/ sorta rich according to this

Forbes list I’m finna be on, fast forwarded shit yuh

Cordial shit but I’m immortal with this yuh

Call the scrimmage, ain’t small forward with this (that’s big gains)

Yuh big slices

No limit (no limit)

I’m so in it, G Eazy I’m so scrimmage

I’m so a menace

They know I meant it

Aye

No proof uh, I’m so relentless

I’m so apprenticed

Yeah

I’m dream chasing

That means we racing?

Yuh, I’m cream make’n

I’m cremate’n, (cremate’n) bitch niggas

Get richer, and slit niggas (I’m Freddy Krueger)

I’m lit niggas

Shit figures

Ya get’n bigger

They get’n old they get’n bitter

Bitch be humble

That means Bey

Bitch don’t be mumble (mumble rappers)

Niggas delusional

Suck my cock

Qweezy baby, fuck the boc (fuck the roc)

Fuck the roc

Golden chains

Get it snatched

(go inane)go insane (go inane)

No ones lame

Who you fool’n Im’ma genius

This blue is too in

Call me truant (call me a nuisance)

Call me a nuisance

Im’ma monster, that’s what I do

I’ve been

Qweezii szn…

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[intro]

Sick thoughts… you know like,

Yo if I even died tomorrow would you even care to feel?

(Care to feel) yeah would you even care to feel?

Nah what I mean, cause I got sick thoughts

(You’d probably careless) right? huh?

[verse 1]

Bad hoes, strip’n naked pass go, this the greatest

Yeah monopoly money

you better get on top of that honey

I got the, block hot it’s the Roc Roc

New Roc’s rock chop up hot beats

Like a nigga got a ki (grrrragh)

Prodigy

Like I was half of Mobb Deep (whew)

Taki, like I was how Selena got the streets

(Taki, Taki)

Cocky, yeah a nigga from New York (I’m from New York)cocky

Now these niggas do reports (they do reports)

Yeah who knew the port would turn me to this glue you snort

I skrr off like Camel nigga, you newport (you newports)

Lamborghini’s, ferrari’s we want it all

1 for my old man 1 for me, I won’t stunt at all skrr skrr

(shit) I just wanna be humble RIP my nigga Mac Mil

Nigga passed away with no kid shit gave me a chill (I had a chill)

And it was bad feel me mad illy

Swear that had killed me

R.I.P. my nigga X

I got enemies, that wished I was next

Sick thoughts

[hook]

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Shit I just wanna be humble

I’m tryna get my mind right

Sick thoughts

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Who got the block hot got the block hot (turn it up turn it up)

Sick thoughts (turn up turn up)

Yeah yeah yeah

[verse 2]

Yuh I tell her to poke it out

I’m rub’n her no lotion now

She feel like an ocean now

Seasick yuh I’m open oww

She ride the surfboard

I’m provide’n a full course (vitamin D)

She ride it, cow girl she look like a whole snack

(mirror) she knows that know that

I told her no hold’n back

Yeah that’s that Wayne Wonder (QWEEZii Wonder)

No let’n Go, she came sunk’ed her

Yuh I tongued her battleship

She lungin, on (that dick) “that’s it”

Yuh Imma sick fuck

Imma squirrel issa quick nut

Yuh I’m mixed up like mixed nuts, she taste me (she said i’m tasty)

Yuh Imma sick fuck yuh I’m sick but, she tasty (shit she tasty)

Yeah shit she tasty too

I tell her shit taste the juice

Yeah it’s the wave what it do

Bish you could get it with braces too

I get you basic dudes

But me, shit i just wanna be humble

I was told not to think the same as everyone else

Cause shit that’s just gonna be mumble

And who would want that

I wouldn’t want that

Shit you want that?

I told you from the jump dad

All these sick thoughts, ain’t no come’n back

[hook]

[verse 3]

Can a man live?

I’m try’na give my mom’ma grand-kids

That’s on my mans live

Everyday as if it’s my last (you already)

So take that

I’ll make it back

If I waste a stack

Cause I’m so focused I does this I does vros

yeah it’s the return of the fireman

(turn up) the fire damn

They told me to put it out

I’m crooked, I’m hood oww

I got that that that

That lightning flame

That frightening thang’ (simma simma)

That trifling aim

Friendly fire, yuh light up gang

I’m quite insane

Friendly fire yuh light up gang

& if not that, yuh quite inane (whew)

I got a uh uh; fire frame

Issa vibe these flames

(simma simma) the mic’s my name

Tyson, Jordan yuh lights out gang

I got a uh uh frightening aim

Yuh I’m Steph Curry

I was told not to think the same as everyone else

Cause shit that’s just gonna be mumble (and who would want that?)

Yall need a story

Straight up ya’ll straight bore me

Needless to say ya’ll bore me

It goes without say’n ya’ll straight bore me

It goes without say’n

[hook]

[outro]

Sick Thoughts

(Project Fallen Leaves)

QWEEZii Experience

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TNMCRP-1019-HEART by Nikko Jones

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“HEART”

[verse 1]

Yuh that’s what the heart gets, when you play the mind of the heartless

Qweezy baby, but best believe that’s he’s guarded

And imma black out how i’m posed to that’s regardless

But thats retarded

You gone tell me

We 1 & we hell to the b

To the e-n-t

& we indeed/ like it’s our job or somethin’

But niggas is mob you front’n

Ain’t no love in the city

St Nick yo fuck it no pity

I get mugged the city, is mean

Ain’t nothin sweet/ bad hoes out here (they) gang, stunt’n on me

But it ain’t nothin to me

Im’ma punt it play D

That’s that bullshit/ that got me on my bully “i hope she pulls it”

Kim the beat/ remember me?

That’s no-name dead but not forgotten essentially

You sent for me?

Yuh then know my aim

Kill everything i’m so ashamed

I’m so inane

(Go) i’m insane/

You’se N’sync, you know lame

I mean, unless you JT

Other than that you’se a faggot best Swayze

I must be

Musty

Stone cold fuck with me

I buc at these weirdos I’m nuts fear nobody

Radio head aka stereo

(like woes)

[hook 1]

And my heart hurt so…

In my feelings

First they love me then they hate me then they love me again..

They love me again

You know? (ya sabes)

Now shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Now shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms shake that ass

Shake shake shake shake shake like pom poms

Like go go go go go

[verse 2]

West Coast (West Coast)

Let em know (let em know)

If you love her (if you love her)

Let her go (let her go)

Better roll (better roll)

high beams (high beams)

Flash the lights on em, uh visine

(visine)

My team (my team)

Me myself and I

3’s a company

well i’m a selfish guy

I want all the blame, call it flash’n lights

(I want all the smoke)

If it’s all the same, u-haul pass the mic

Swag bitch, shoot’n stars

Life’s a bitch, you’se too hard

Get’n high (get’n high)

Sit’n low (sit’n low)

Go’n apes, golden state

Pick & roll

And i’m Steph with mines/ KD yuh tell the ref it’s mine/

Like woes, I’m MVP

Like whoa I’m MVP

And indeed, I’m on one envy me

And when he speaks

That’s 3rd person

Cuse i’m a psycho (i’m a psycho) the worse, personally

I beat up the track like I black’s & blues it

And eat it all up (black) black, that’s ruthless

Taboo shit

(Agh) I do it

That crude shit

That raw baby (yeah)

Like la ella le gusta la gasolina

[hook 2]

La ella le gusta la gasolina

La ella le gusta la gasolina

La ella le gusta la gasolina

Drop it

La ella le gusta la gasolina

La ella le gusta la gasolina

Go go go go

Now drop it drop it drop it

Twerk twerk twerk

Go baby go baby

Go go go go go

[bridge]

Go baby

I know he’s crazy

But stick with him it’s only wavy

It’s only A-Z yeah why you bitch’n?

It’s only life this is my vision baby

[outro]

Let the beat rock

I see you bite’n your lips

Don’t make me come over there

Let the beat rock

& Can I Talk my Shit?

Yeah let me talk my shit?

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