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This is a new joint titled "I’m On 2.0" by rapper Trae Tha Truth and his friends, Big K.R.I.T., Jadakiss, J.Cole, Kendrick Lamar, B.o.B, Tyga, Gudda Gudda, Bun B and Mark Morrison. The earlier version of the song features MDMA, Lupe Fiasco, Big Boi, Wale and Wiz Khalifa. "I’m On 2.0" samples Mark Morrison’s, "I’m On".

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Trae Tha Truth I’m On 2.0 Lyrics :-

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[Mark Morrison - Chorus:]
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that I’ll be back
Return of the mack (x3)
You know that I’ll be back

[Big K.R.I.T]
Today is the day I get out on my feet
Remove them chains, they shackled on me
Press my luck, stop f-cking with them hoe in the club
Cause the same motherf-ckers are the ones that got me stuck
Tryna use me up ’til my tank on E
Then leave me stranded, scrambling in these streets
For a dollar a day until my pockets is straight
Soon as you move out the hood them n-ggas holla ya fake
Make ‘em swallow the base from the sugar
I’d rather be a dead man than a n-gga
I’d rather roam chrome rims than swisha
I gotta make moves, I can’t hang with ya
They used to be the fly sh-t back in ’95
But now I want a crib and a car I can drive
And ain’t nobody out there help me cause I’m grown
Gotta leave them childish games alone
N-gga I’m on

[Trae Tha Truth:]
I’m in the hood still praying for a piece of fate
I know he on his way I’m hoping he don’t make it late
I’m up the bat, I just hope I make it to the plate
I’m Babe Truth you can tell ‘em I’m one of the greats
Used to shoot for the stars now my aim lie
I’m the truth n-gga something that you ?
A thousand watts aint a thing that I can’t shine
It aint a wrist or a chain that I can rock
Tell ‘em I’m on something like city lights
I used to be out they sights, tinted like city nights
Now a n-gga be city to city on plenty flights
You can tell ‘em I put on for my city in plenty fights
Tell ‘em I aint gon lose they heated like I’m a ?
I’m bout to throw ‘em in this drop with no ceilings
So I can fail ‘em?
Pull up on the bike same colour as the Phantom
And jump out on haters just to tell ‘em I couldn’t stand ‘em

[Jadakiss:]
I’m on top of my game yo, the OG
Grand daddy kush, cocaine flow
I’m about that Cash not that Tango
Head shots, dump a whole clip in ya Kangol
Claim to be a real n-gga we know you aint though
I be in the hood, all the places you can’t go
Visuals, you can see the pictures I paint yo
Residuals, I just put it all in the bank yo, it’s pitiful
Hoes only after your bankroll
Stay off the phone, watch out for the plain clothes
Yeah I rep my set, I aint in the gang though
I protect my neck I carry the thing yo
I’m on the same sh-t that the boss is on
Do it for those in the feds, up north or gone
I’m on a winning streak. I done got my losses on
It’s ironic cause even when I’m off I’m on
Yeha I’m on

[Mark Morrison:]
I’m on
I’m on
I’m on

[J. Cole:]
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Eternally grateful for the support
Made the cover of The Source
Flashback to the ports the city of no remorse
Where they shooting back and forth like they playing horse
May the force be with you, bullet hit you
You bleed and I bleed with you
Mama please when you greave damn I greave with you
This a preview I see you in the summer
My new sh-t dumber, I’m on

[Kendrick Lamar:]
Life at the bottom is devastating
You’re hardly ever debated
The party is obligated
By suckers that wanna be you
And never live with in matrix
And never ever related to struggle and dedication
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Your hustle is nominated
Anonymous then you faded
The promises that a victory lap you surely awaited
They vomited everytime that a rapper’s annihilated
Just wish them happy belated
F-ck you I made it, I’m on

[B.o.B:]
Tokyo, Amsterdam, Denver to LA
Minutes turn to hours and hours to pay
The days turn to nights but the nights never change
It’s funny how “time is money” used to be a turn of phrase
But now it’s company policy
I’m no spokesperson, no tricks, no gimmicks, no coercing?
And they say Bob man it’s good to have you back
But I say, I’ve been here, where the f-ck have yall been at?

[Tyga:]
Thinking how Pac lived at 22 thats ’93
I was four now I’m 22 on tour
One two shots of my life, barely hold on
But I’m drawn to this feeling of adrenaline
With mic’s on, lights on, And they gon’ applaud
Young n-gga, Versace, young n-gga they never seen before
And they gon watch me, wanna copy sh-t that I got on
I’m too fly, I aint got a flaw
Tell the law we above the law
God bless Amen, every lost soul
And the group so good went solo
Globe trotting, now I’m blowing up like an afro
n-gga thought you knew what I do
Rolling through ya area, double RR coupe
Penthouse level, now we only party on the roof
b-tch I’m a rebel so I move how I wanna move
Last King YMCMB

[Gudda Gudda:]
Used to run around the hood picking honeys up
Now I’m doing shows around the world picking money up
Used to be slept on like a pillow
Went from trapping in a rental to rapping on instrumentals
Now its money in my mental
And women get sentimental huh
It’s cause the flow is sweet as a pack of skittles nah
Yellow, gold, yellow diamonds in the middle nah
Stand up n-gga, I was never known to sit down

[Bun B:]
When the world spins around and around on its axis
? flip from town to town with the package
Stuffing bills and pounds and browns in a mattress
Sending clowns underground for practice
The fact is everybody wanna be the king with the crown
But never in the battle when the drama goes down
Easy to be the boss from behind the wall
But be gon see who really goes down when it’s time to brawl
Cause you gotta be careful of the image you portraying
You gotta show love to where you from all day
And when the going gets rough
Dont get to going from the ?
Put it down for your people
Know the land know what I’m saying

[Mark Morrison:]
I’m on
I’m On

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Lil Wayne - It's Young Money | Lyrics & Video

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Lil Wayne lets loose this new song titled "It's Young Money" featuring Gudda Gudda. Still fresh out of the oven. There is not much news about this track. But it is for sure, something worth to listen to. Lil Wayne's upcoming ninth studio album 'Tha Carter IV' was originally intended to be released on May 16, 2011; however, it has been pushed back to June 21, 2011.

Ladies and gentlemen! Here we present Lil Wayne - It's Young Money. It's Young Money lyric performed by Lil Wayne also available below.



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Lil Wayne It's Young Money Lyrics :-

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[Gudda Gudda:]
I gets it in all day
In the studio all work, no play
I could pay a visit to your block broad day
f-ck what ya'll say I spit raw hard yay
Millz twisting up the sticky not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac truck
Sluts with us, fake tits and they asses fat
Gudda ain't ya average cat, I'm something like a savage gat
Came up in the jungle and adjusted to this habitat
I'm sick of n-ggas garbage raps
I ain't bout to battle rap
Grab the gat, hit em in his chest make a cabbage patch
I'm after that chedder cheese n-gga
Where the emp3musicdownload.blogspot.com cabbage at?
Gudda Gudda motherf-cker there'll be nothin' after that
I'm bout to go HAM on this motherf-cking track
In fact I'm better than a lot of n-ggas better get yo raps intact
See me on that big screen and think sh-ts sweet
Diarrhea music when I let this hot sh-t leak
Uhh, take heed and listen when a real n-gga speak
Or slide down a razor blade up sh-ts creek, n-gga

[Gudda Gudda:]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh-t
Don't Bullsh-t me

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullsh-t sleep
It's Young Money

(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne:]
I'm talking big money b-tch
Hammer stay cocked like Alfred the Hitch
Take money like a pimp make money like a mint?
Gettin money is the only time life make sense
People like me, but people like spiders
And spiders eat flies and you know what flies eat
And kids are the only ones that really blush
I'm real as f-ck
I pull that thing and hit em up
That bullet travel hit a gut
Then hit ya fitted up
Hit ya whole city up
Hit ya while ya laying down
Shots leave ya sittin up
Run in the bathroom on ya girl and get a titty f-ck
Right after I buss a nut I buss the gun get rid of her
Ya bunch of p-ssy's having a pity party
My guns look like they in kindergarten
I'm the dirtiest seed in any garden
Got more stripes on my sleeve than any sergeant
The paralysed feel me, the blind see me
And the deaf can hear me
And the smart fear me
Wh-which side you on?
Hi-highway to heaven, I would drive you home
Uhh

[Gudda Gudda:]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh-t
Don't Bullsh-t me

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullsh-t sleep
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We make money
Biatch

[Lil Wayne:]
Eagle street where them twenty's go for 25
B-tch I'm a boss I got ya hoe in my assembly line
Here's Weezy F and the F is for Finish line
I saved us from hip hop genocide
Medication in my cup because my flow sick
Got a syringe in my draws, call it dope dick
And my girls say you n-ggas can't f-ck with me
Check my footsteps look like there was couple me's
We ain't promised tomorrow but I feel immortal
Bullets beat yo ass up like Miguel Cotto
I'm the real Zorro, Rest in peace Torro
And when I die, bury me in all Polo
Kanyeezy's on my feet with two pony tails
B-tch I'm hotter than going to hell
Oh well and the money is my only mail
And I'm the God sippin' syrup out the Holy Grail
Oh well
And you ain't on sh-t, n-gga you ain't on sh-t
It's Young Mula baby lose ya mind on every song b-tch
I'm in that cherry tone six
I'm with a cherry tone b-tch
And she got very strong lips
She got baritone lips so I tell her carry on b-tch
And when you in my home b-tch
You are coming out of your house of Dereon sh-t
Twitter Wayne at the top of every song list
I'm spittin like a long kiss
Live from the throne b-tch

[Chorus]

[Gudda Gudda:]
Uhh, I'm screaming MOB
Money Over Bullsh-t
Don't Bullsh-t me

[Lil Wayne:]
Hello World it's Little full clip me
Got that wake yo ass up can't let the bullsh-t sleep
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We take money
It's Young Money
(It's Young Money)

It's Young Money
We make money
Biatch

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Here is a nice smooth record by rapper, Lil Wayne titled "That's What They Call" just hit the blogosphere. The song features Gudda Gudda. Not really sure where it will finally end up. But it is for sure something worth listening to. Weezy is expected to come out with his latest album, 'Tha Carter IV' on May 16, 2011.

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Lil Wayne That's What They Call Lyrics :-



Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad b-tch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don’t love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching
Pass a b-tch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to Vegas
We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April
I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy
I’m a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy
Spill the champagne on them p-ssies
Yeah, same sh-t different rest room
Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
Now they saying “just me Tune!”

[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
b-tch dog muthaf-cker, you’s a Pomeranian
They say f-ck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
in my momma name…guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I’m smoked out, I’m by myself
Bithc, I’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It’s Young Money or it’s take money
Long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma emp3musicdownload.blogspot.com pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga I’m at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that sh-t that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a b-tch over, dump his ass in a reservour
Real n-gga repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man

[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it’s all the same
The game aint never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high b-tch, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga
And I don’t spit no more I drool like a retarded man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Dont you hold a grudge cause your b-tch chose me, I’m sorry man
Young n-gga with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin’ man
I’m Gudda Gudda b-tch, thats what they call me man

[Hook]



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