Cocaine Litterature part 1

Pusha T
Youngin' Don't Make My Sales Rise, I'll Shoot You Out Your Chuckers
Pusha Hear The Whispers Of All You Muthafuckers
Papa Said They're Free Of Thems Suckas,
Minus The Wicked Jumpers, Street Baller Like The Rucker
Skip To My Loo, If You Lookin For A Couple, Roosters In The Duffle
Keep The Hood Screamin', Cock-A-Doddle-Doo Fuckers
Coke By The Ton, Rap Niggas I'm The One
With Basic Rhyme Pattern, How The Fuck You Tryin' To Chatter
Basic Ass Rappers Got'em Runnin' For Their Life
I Philosopy's About Glocks And Keys
Niggas Call Me Young Black Socrates, West-Indies
Bitch Dropped Her Knees Quick...
(What) With Dreams Of Being A Rich-Man's-Bitch
Yo Sorry For Niggas Pull Triggers In Their Shit, Clique
So Many Bullets Changin'-My Shit, Call Me Lead Fist
... Shake The Diamonds Out My Wrist
----Momma i'm so sorry

I make big money, drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star
Virginia nights, sellin hard white
To sellin out shows, every gangsta love my flow
Still I creep low, thinking niggaz trying to harm me
Hoping my karma ain't coming back here to haunt me
Was it that nigga, I took his powder with a smile
Praying to Lord, the gun ain't pop and hit the child, shit
I pilt niggaz girls back like Alphahydroxie
Spent money like Happy Days, I'm the real Fonzy
Top off the coupe, thats how JFK got shot B,
Can't let niggaz roll up beside me, and 2Pac me
Holla if you hear me, tears flowing sincerely
Check up on my block, weekly, my health yearly
Somethings wrong with me, niggaz don't get along with me
Got a 4-4, hope ya body got strong kidneys..oh!
----Nightmares

I listen to the beat, and the rhyme is wrote
See, I was 16, eyes full of hope
Bagging up grams at the higher dough
The news called it crack, I called it Diet Coke (Ohhh!)
At the same time, hiding from mama, dodging the drama
Fuckin plenty bitches while ducking the baby mama
I found poetry, excuse me, +Floetry+
"Say yes!" niggaz hear the "Eghck!" and they know its me
Make 'em sick to their stomach how they s'posta be
Sippin on a 50 foot yacht, nigga, motion free
Ocean in my backyard where its s'posta be
Funny how my neighbors don't think its where I'm s'posta be
They think I'm cuter in jail
But the only time I'm boxed in is when the roofs on the SL
And that even come off, so that would mean I'm visiting
New world, I hope y'all listening, envisioning!
---- Hello new world

En bonus, le nouveau Fam-Lay avec P et les deux frangins, du super super lourd!

Famlay feat. Pharrel & Clipse - No time for No's