Above The Clouds HD

It's been a long time, get re-acquainted with the world famous You know how on point my aim is Long range sniper's, clash of the titan's, chrome pipen' In this 300 like Leonidas Snub in the bubblegoose, riding down the interstate Where fiends put them needles in they arm and let 'em penetrate Leanin' sideways with my fitted straight The 27's on point, the paint job a New York minute late Check my Audemar, no cloud's in my stones Project's ringin', standin' by the corner store Two Glocks on me, BANG BANG if you wanna war That was '05, now we ballin' on this tour Screamin' out "Thug Life", pourin' Belve on ya whore Money I'm involved with it, wake up and ball with it Kobe/Gasol with it, uncut raw with it Chop bricks take trips ot Before I had a goatee, I used to bag the Oz (Yeah, fish-scale nigga, What up Ghost!?) Then stash 'em by the oak tree, move it by the coke leaf Drama let the llama Knick niggas like Charles Oakley Nigga don't insult me, I banana boat B.R.C.K.S.'s And stuff 'em in the Lexus I'm sitting fat like Precious, Christ up on the necklace And I keep them clips on a dresser Yes sir, I'm bout to ball, Louis bag the fuckin' mall Bitches, money and fast cars, nigga I want it all (Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all) Nascar Game, why the fuck would I stall!? I'm the franchise nigga, Chris fucking Paul! Empty out the cannon hit ya bitch, you the truck and all Withdrawal 200 thousand, and then FUCK it off! King of the hill, gotta dime bitch cuttin' raw She bagged the last nick', I unzip, she suck it soft Black Superman, yeah, I'm above the law I put this hollowtip a quarter inch above ya jaw Eat out a FUCKIN' straw! Blindfold your bitch toss her in the trunk After the first 48 that bitch smellin' like a skunk It's a wrap, I rap, when I wrap the punk Throw me in the gang module and tell 'em wrap the bunks The breakfast club nigga, no Captain Crunch This for my dog nigga's that eat cat's for lunch I'm hungry like I ain't trapped in month's So nigga act and stunt, my Glock pack a punch Or I can Heckler-Koch, and seal your pine box Leave your head wrapped for months, while I pass the blunt To my niggas, we all Roc'd out, what's up Jigga? Sometimes I be in BK, with Fab' on the freeway Lincoln Continental and I copped it off a eBay I pop cham. like it's my b-day, horse power Under my hood like it's an olympic relay My flow right on time, no delay I raise a million dollars, send it off to Chile (Word to my red cross, I don't fuck with the Red Cross) I'm All-Madden nigga, EA, I'm in VA Money talks with Dre and Pharrell on 3-Way Them 28's, that's my DJ, they spinning shit When I took trips OT, I never rented shit I just drop then cop, and then I tinted shit Diddy and Mike Epps, I'm All About The Benjamins In it for the benefits, I'll be down in Ten to 6 Tell 'em get me a Porterhouse and some eggs-Benedict Damn that was good, but I'm still hungry And I'm living it, I be out in Venice, shit They say Weezy-Jordan, nigga I'm on my Pippen shit They say Drake-Lebron, I'm on my Moe Williams shit If T.I.P. is Kobe then fuck it, I'm Derek Fisher, shit! Long as I'm in the starting five, I'm a get it in Cause I promised the city of Compton, I would get it in! I was OutKast'd... Andre Benjamin Now I slide through with my Dominican woman friend (She like puttin' No Ceilings in, yeah) Giuseppe Heels, expensive wines, Perri seal It ain't tricking, I just spend money on cheap thrills Big Phantom's, sweet wheels Back seat like a club, make them bitches eat pills Take Patrone shots to the purse with chrome Glocks Jay Electronica, this a dome shot So I had to steal it, nigga I had the kill it! I was the turtle in the race, I made the rabbit feel it! (Yeah, keep runnin' nigga) Housing by the subway, feel it through the projects Come through the Murcialago, a foreign object Number one prospect, the day that I was drafted Aftermath-matic unleashed a fuckin' bastard! Don't respect none of you niggas, get in the casket! Talking ratchets, never touched a fuckin' automatic Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic 88 bars and runnin', throw it with my other classics (Drama you should've warned these niggas, I'm bout to kill 'em) Yeah, trash bag it, this is crack And I know you been fiendin' for this, come get your packs I do it for the music nigga, fuck the Plaques Ain't on no beef shit, but it's still FUCK the rats! And when I'm in New York, I set a bunch of traps Put the cheese where they can see it, and if you stunt, you clapped Catch 'em in the club, that's when I stomp 'em flat Nigga get up after that, go get a fucking bat (I tell you bout these fucking rats!) They either snitch or bend over to catch No matter how you look at it, I hate fucking rats! Get my bottle of Ciroc and I twist the cap Sit back watch the NBA play-offs and roll a bat Yeah, real fat, yeah, all I do is stack bread In the hood on the wall like a fucking Phathead Two nines on your back, Warren Sapp, yeah! This my block and you niggas can't trap here Unless you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped, yeah I'm killing niggas, I should have a hundred tat tears Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers It's gon' be a cold summer, come through like burr! The red Phantom bullshittin, the 25, Steve Kerr The beat insane, Just Blaze in this mothafucka The cars outside, the 'K is in this mothafucka I should let off a couple strays in this mothafucka Fuck that, I'm tryna get laid in this mothafucka (Yo, tell your friends to get with my friends... Yeah) Meet me in the parking lot, license plate Aftermath Screamin' out "Fuck 50", wouldn't snitch for half his cash If he wasn't such a bitch, nobody would've had to blast They stood us down in Jacksonville, don't make me have to wrap ya Jag' Cause I rather be in Saint Tropez, unpackin bags With bitches that speak French, how you say: "catch a cab" I don't trip Euros, I don't trip Pounds I bowlin' ball bitches, till I knock 'em all down (Like the '93 Pac, I Get Around) Duffles by the staircase, crack by the backdoor Navigate my way through the South, I used to trap ho All the way through Queensbidge moving packs yo Might've lost a couple friends, but I got my gat though Blast fo', my Rap foes could never stop my cash flow Had a Nike box of hundreds, when I was in that RAV4 But now I pull up in that truck with the crash board With the mag low, give you everythin you ask for Sometimes, I can be a fucking asshole In the bank with my mask on, look at this nigga A-R Don't take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cash drawer We on a suicide mission, but we don't give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck I'm in a strip club with a Glock, nigga what!? Gimme your bitch, she got a cuter face and bigger butt I ain't gon' do shit but pour champagne on her Hit it from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her (Don't put that back on, too many cum stains on it) Run a train on her, call Cartoon Have 'em tattoo my name on her, Star Trak too You know what? Fuck it, Aftermath too Put a little smoke around it then take it home and pound it Helicopter outside, nigga I'm surrounded Had a spot in the Jungles till the fuckin Fed's found it Momma, your son got a public announcement I got 5 million in the walls and the couches (Don't even think about it... We got cameras, dogs and guns) Ask Pe-Pe, he was there, he can vouch it Throw it in the trashcan on some Oscar The Grouch shit A bunch of green popped out, time to re-route shit Settle down in Mississippi, gotta down South click And my niggas like, "we ain't know all about this" And any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin' mouth fixed You get 25, he get his fuckin' throat slit Cut 'em like Filet Mignon and throw em off a boat, bitch! Feed 'em to the sharks then dock the yacht Oil in the water, damn the ocean so thick Time to finish off his niggas on some trench coat shit It's a drug war, real life, Grand Theft Catch you in the streets fuck you up and hit ya man next Come through on some retarded shit, just sprayin' techs Where my dogs at? tell 'em I'm crazier then DMX Lazier then Chinese eyes, when I'm puffin that Blueberry, I ain't talking where the muffins' at (Roll up the sour diesel if you want nigga) I split open the dutch, then I'm stuffin' that You should get a flight to California, come fuck with that That's all you, go ahead, hop in the truck with that Take it down in Cashville and hit Young Buck with that Don't bring nothin' back, Border Patrol cuffin that I ain't trying see the pen, and have to get my knuckles wrapped I wake up real early, keep lunchin fags This shit easy, you Rap niggas my punchin bags (I got some combinations nigga, Pacquio shit) Talkin 'bout you poppin tags, talkin 'bout u poppin Cris' Where u get it poppin at? Nigga u ain't poppin shit But a X pill, as I turn the Lex' wheels I got a mean Phantom, very upset grill Tell'em why you mad son, that nigga pulled a fast one You know who you are, when I see you that's ya ass son But I'm in the club, throwin' shots like my last gun It's 2o'clock, YURR, gotta make a cash run (Yo, go get the truck from around the corner, tell Wack I'll meet 'em outside) Into the 7-11 bout to blast one This nigga A-R will not keep his fuckin' mask on Deal with it when we get to the crib You niggas is wildin'! Wait till we get to the crib And split this fuckin' money up Hit the block and dummy up Shave the onion, slice it down the middle, that's a tummy tuck That's how we do it in Compton, FUCK the Police! Defend my hood like an NHL goalie (Sometimes it's cold on these mothafuckin' streets nigga) Iced out Rollie And I still remember everythin' that Dre told me Red Polo fleece, sippin on that O.E Never been to jail cause I never had a cold D Do it just like the O.G.'s Cut the Impala in half, insert the gold D's Then bounce this mothafucka till it got a slow leak Flatbed pick it up and you know me I'm goin with the car, all night, no sleep (Gotta get this mothafucker back on the strip) Next day we in the red Phantom, 4 deep Kids runnin up to the car, block off the whole street It's the ice cream man like the Ol' P Cali like the Lion's o-line, it's where the holes(hoes) be BC runnin shit like a nose bleed Don't get it confused or screwed like Codine More swag then the niggas from the show-me That's ya bitch I'm bout to Mac her like Goldie (Shit, together we can rule the world baby) Blacked out Cartier, Four Season's caviar Spray a lil Diddy on it, that'll get their panties off Nigga see me in the lobby lookin like "damn he soft" Catch me outside where I can let this cannon off Soo to the Woo, bet I let this cannon off And put everything in the clip right where u standin, dog Ride off in a Mazi' like can I ball? For the bucks, I'm tryna get it like Brandon dog (Young Money clearly NBA rookie of the year) I'm still standin tall wish the Twin Towers was Take innocent lives, that's the type of shit a coward does I'm just reminiscin', smokin' on the sour, blood Take a couple more hits and pass the shit around the bus U can't tell me shit I done seen a thousand drugs Hundred rounds in ten drums, that's a thousand slugs One day I flipped the kitchen table, found a bug Kept lookin', found another one, right around the subs (Ayyo, Fed's can u hear me? God damn) I was takin a shit, then I seen one by the tub Feedin' my fish, there's a wire right by the rug Dumb mothafuckers this is not where they buy the drugs That's Salami in the kitchen that we fryin up The world full of bitches, all the niggas dyin' up They strechin' niggas out for crack, all the fiends tryin dust We got some mean smokers for the sack they tie u up Quarter sack and get the pound, brick burn the house down (The connect ain't gon' think that shit is funny) The fuck these niggas laughin at? Run up, u got some cash in that? Knock on ya momma's door, ya head sittin' in a bassinette While I'm on a G4, smokin' up half the jet All season in New York, smokin' up half the Jets 246 bars ain't broke half a sweat Just got half a mil', gave the hood half the check And I done shot it out with probly over half the 'jects Sometimes just for the love, the other half, respect (That's that HOOD shit, I'm livin' GOOD bitch!) Out of my mind like breakin' off half an X Movin through Hollywood faster than a bag a Meth Yup, nigga's better watch they step 'Less they in a fraternity, but that ain't concernin' me Let's get back on this ape shit, back to the basics Cold words, flip birds in the kitchen with cake mix Yeah, Betty Crocker that, then hit the block with that Cut off khakis, house shoes and a stockin' cap (Hit the Swapmeet... Get me some white T's, red-tip socks) My flow a 38. don't make me have to cock it back Shoot it like Olajuwon and bring the old Rocket's back Two holes in ya face where ya sockets at Bring the whole hood out and show 'em how to drop a rat They got them brand new Porsche's out, I'm coppin that V12 under the hood, ain't no stock in that Panoramic sunroof, me and this chick watchin glass My hood is like cameras in the bumper, watch ya ass (Get ya ass smoked around these parts, youngin') What the fuck u thought? Ride up bangin Too Short Smoke u like a Newport, nigga this ain't New York I be in the jungle with lions or in the zoo lost Or with my wolves that's dyin' to get they tools off City Of Angels, be careful who you cross Niggas'll run in Mr.Chow's and take them fuckin' jewels off Rappin' all that goon shit, we all know that u soft A baby's ass in the Martha Stewart face cloth (Or a box of cotton, stay pushed 'til your rotten) So, nigga you stay on your Rap shit, while I stay on my trap shit My, bust a gat shit, Busta hit me like: "u wrote 400 that quick? " Naw, 282 and that's just cause the track sick 120 more, welcome to the liquor store Same one that frog sent me, lil' nigga get the raw And I did it, Cedar Block, I'm with it Who you think got all these niggas in them Cincinnati fitted's? (Yeah, took America and Ken Griffey'd that) 7-5-8's, throw on my crown, throw on my khakis Then brush the Nike's down Jump in the 'Lac and push to Nike town Where Them Space Jam's? I need 'em right NOW! Jordan sweatsuit on, OH Let's Do It! Go Wocka Flocka on them nigga's in these new kicks You know how that go, new kick's, new whip Blue 6, loc'in on the set like a new Crip (That line was so crazy I had to say that shit, Blood) Interior coke white, smooth like Cool Whip Sold the shit to Rick Ross, 80 thou', a cool flip Then I got that vibrant thing, my lil' Q-tip That Maserati a problem, especially with the dual shift 0 to 60, and WHOO! It's like a mule kick I swear to God like the preacher in the pool pit Speakin of pools, mine heated, come through bitch Long as it's La Perla, I don't care who you come through with (Canadian, Spanish, French, nigga whatever!) Minage in the deep end, head on the back end I wanna fuck the Asian bitch, next time leave your fat friend Why the fuck y'all in the Honda all packed in? Headed to Inglewood, say wassup to Mack 10 Say wassup to Glock 9, I'm back on you nigga's heads L.A. would be a ghost-town if I wanted nigga's dead Run with my Goon Squad cause more than half you nigga's Fed's It's either that, you ATF or one of 50's friend's (I see the wires hangin' out you nigga's Levi's) Well fuck it though cause the nigga did let me in But he ain't wanna see the Game in HD on ESPN I think the boy's John-in', we was the best of friends Then shit flipped, went to his holmes like I was Mexican We all know the rest, put the burner to his chest Hit him with "300 Bars" and let the streets do the rest Yes! Terror is over you can eat now, Jayceon(Jason) killed Freddy The WHOLE world can SLEEP now! (Dream-snatcher, that's ME now) Take your money lay yo' bitch ass on the beach now I can see it, a G-Unit beach towel Another man on it, ya'll 'bout to tan on it? Send some lil' goons by to kick some fuckin' sand on it We ain't watchin', go 'head nigga, jam on it Damn homie in high school you was the man homie You was lucky in Manhattan, the clip jammed But come to Cali you a moose in some quicksand (Sink nigga, like a fuckin' boat with bullet-holes in it) Buttersoft Banks, you a bitch man Me and you was cool 'til 50 unscrewed your kickstand And Yayo, turn in your senior citizen wristband Slap the shit out you for @LilHenchman And just like the old days, I play the bench man Dre play the big hand, I'm cool with the 6th man Never selfish nigga, I'm eatin shellfish nigga My legacy will never die, the black Elvis nigga (Come check me out in Graceland nigga, pull the guitar out and e'rrything) Glock by my pelvis, clip by the waistline On the block like Chris Bosh, shoot it from the baseline We at the 350 mark, it's break time (Ayyo, go get the L out the car man... Naw, this Purple Haze nigga, I'm 'bout to roll this shit up Get high nigga, finish this mothafuckin' "400 Barz" Naw, my key's right there... By that, by that, Cocunut Ciroc... Yeah, Let's Go Yo, and tell The Runners I'm hungry man Get me some Frech Toast, Bacon and shit) Run up on you with 50 bean's and 50 chef's Niggas thinkin' it's a game, tryna push "select" Call a time out, like I'm OUT! All these soft ass Rappers fakin' the crime route Niggas got real quiet now that Shyne out Don't make me smuggle 'em outta Belize and pull them 9's out Niggas scared now, my Goon Squad here now We turnin' on the headlights and runnin over deer's now (Yeah... All up in the wood's, what's good!?) And I'm the only one you Rap niggas should fear now You see a G-Unit poster, you better tear it down I'm talkin' to you mothafucker, so turn around The beef forever lives, never ever put ya burner down I beat the shit out these niggas, they Tina Turner now Stripped of their manhood, ass naked like they Shermin' out While I peel the top on the block and just burn it out Hit the strip club with my niggas and just turn it OUT! (Ayyo, that's Jeezy mothafuckin' Lambo'? Shit cold nigga) They got free hot wings, they bringin full serving's out It's all good, we straight, time to perm' it out Katt Williams, run up in ya house, tie you up And make you watch while we run through your spouse Rip off her fuckin' blouse! Tiger Woods been in this? No thank you, pass that bitch to Menace Get what I came for, stuff it inside the Range doors 380 bars and get ready for the main course (Yo, gimme a couple of them napkins, a salad fork... I'm starvin' nigga!) June 15th, one of us gotta change course But not the one that spit 400, blunt'd and ain't hoarse 8 plaques on the wall, hang yours Before you get one, I'll probly have 8 more It never been about the money with me Just been about tryna get my nigga somethin' to eat Take 'em on a couple of tours, get 'em somethin' to beat Never satisfied, that's why we keep the gun's on his feet (Yeah... All I know is block's, Glock's and Ciroc... Let's Get It!) Who got a blunt I can chief? Nigga's runnin around like Indians But near not one of'em chief Killa California, I'm just one of the beasts Take a fuckin' blood bath and bathe myself with the beef(UHH!) It's the home stretch but I ain't even home yet Only thing can stop me, is ME, I'm my own threat Eatin' Lobster's, writin' Al Capone checks I still ain't on the level of N.O.R.E. or Capone yet (Nigga's gon' learn, respect the veteran's... Nigga, apologize to Cube) But after this year, and after this here Niggas won't see the throne for another 6 years P.S. mothafucker, ain't no bitch here! I'm goin' out the same way I came in, 5th gear I see the finish line, SHIT YEAH! (It's time to celebrate, Kanary bring that Cris' here Sticks tell Crack bring the car around the back) 400 and 6 bars... BITCH, it's a WRAP!