Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Lyrics To the Song “Dubb N Dell” By Point One Written by Justin D. Myers from The album Single Jango and Datpiff.com Written In Jail/Prison 2005-2008

Lyrics To the Song “Dubb N Dell” By Point One Written by Justin D. Myers  from The album Single    Jango and Datpiff.com   
Written In Jail/Prison 2005-2008


“conceiving mental pictures of pimpin
bitches dimensions exquisite
division percentage
 her bodys contingent so listn
 for fiction consistent
the system to make her pivot
 my penis a piston persistent relentless too finish
inhibit her mynd
with quick swiftness
contemplation
controlling her actions
in fashions so drastic in flagrant passion
perceptions are second conception”

“physical reality
 a casualty of battery
 rhythmic tones of flattery
 Proceeding all shes handin me
preparing customary lessons
adden to the essence
standing in my presence
 acknowledge second guessin     but left it
Reason was shes so luxshorious
and even though im furious
 her visual makes curious
needs and thoughts of various
sexual positions
 strategize the issues
 aromatic tissue
aroma liffs you right after it hits you
Procuring items that'll fit you used never too restrict
as i stair into your retina study deeply to predict your world.......”


              -------End-------

Lyrick’s To the Song “Aftertreat” By Point One Off The Album (Single)…written by Justin D. Myers

  Lyrick’s To the Song “Aftertreat” By Point One Off The Album (Single)…



“I start at Point One
Throwin Tre’ Dubb’s Up
Purple haze stash
Got alize’  In the  cup
Leg’s spread on the pool table
Me in the middle
I got my Mic In my palm
Digital Instrumental

Keep pushin out tracks
Call me Amtrak, Man
First class, cuz the money come from ascap fam
It’s wasted if its not less then
A gram in a sweet,
That Girls Crazy Want a hit
She’s a quarter horse freak
   
             ---Come On---”

Feds Lookin for my grip
Gotta Price on my head
Pistol Gripped in my palm
Cuz they want me dead
Say Im making too much
Pleasure Loot Untaxed
Got The Streets Blocked off
And there running in fast,

A-T-F on they shirt
Drug task force Comin’
Incense---Lick ya Lip’s
When you come –say whats up
Drove Off call me block buster
But calm down,
Com Take E—Bay Don’t Leave names
South cali bound!!!”

---“Medical Blunts Mixed with Kief Hash
Hot Tub’s Pushin’ 90 Degrees”

“Ohh yeah be the first tyme you heard it
Capone Dub E—N—T
Said yeah I own It
People Hat Point One’s Got the badest Bitch
J Dubb Hit the block
With the tightest spliff”

             “ ---Light It Up---“

“See The Poe
Seen me smoke my Bitch
Damn Nothin
Give a damn
Bout A Police Switch

I got Pain nigga in my heart to see
And Its deep
With the tears fallen down my cheek
      At 20 years old

Heavy Weight Clientele
Come around
Come and get four keys –Me!!
Im Bout Them O—GEE’S
Mo Hit’s
Mo Bomb weed
Cali Green—Seven Leaves—No seed’s
On The streets
Chevy Tone, Damn, Rope and round beats”

“---California Two strike felon-Kentucky state Ballen---“

“Feeling Lyke Slip n slide and I stay on the grynd
Hard Tymes Whyle Im Locked down
Stay on my mynd
Lyric’s acapella so I stay
Stay on the beat
 And if a job don’t work Im a stay on the street

Turn a Gram to a P
And Pound To a Key
Real Hustla’s Them Niggas serve dirt to eat”

                            ---“Damn”----(How’s a nigga serve dirt to eat--? Lyke this)

“I feel the same playa made Me
Way back up
Lookin’ Down at ya Fuck’s
Sippin Yac in a cup
Blue Dot in a blunt
Burnin’ Benjamen’s Up
Middle Finger to the police, Hands on my nutts”

--“That Girls Hotter then Louisiana Hot Sauce
Take her Pants off an get ya rocks on
I aint gonna bother you baby
Cuz hoe, because you mine
And we can both stay in the studio
And Stay on the grynd

---“You can Look in my face,
Sorry but I see Your Feelings Player
All The scars and Pain
You need to put Motha Fuckas To Sleep”----

“Baby If you needed Too---Could serve It
That ass---- Im a Playa Girl
Give me all Dat Cash
An welcome to the entertainment industry
Manicures, Pedicures,
And all the finest Indo weed

Nothin’ Less than an ounce
Cuz  Its how we roll
Put your ass in a Jetta
With some clean ass clothes

All you need to know is all you need to know
Drop it low
And get this paper for me Ho
Lets Go!

Lets stack that green fo’sho
Window Tippin’
I be on a mission
Bitches start strippin’

Make Moves Big Pimpin’
300 for an hour
And I be the new Addition

Cold hold it down
Gold Pyrex Point’s
Put the phone rang slow Open Pop that cuz!

You can bang too lose
Club Girls and all that shit
Still refuse to lose…. “





                                           ------End-------

Lyrics to the song “Candy Car” By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers From The album Single Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song “Candy Car” By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers From The album Single      Jango and Datpiff.com

Verse 1 and Chorus written by Selina N. Quiroga


Verse 1 of Point One-Start @ 36-37 sec

“I said Ooo, Baby
Now how you do that there
As I look Into Your Eyes
This a playa Right C’hear
The Moons Glair , has me fiendin’
So lets go this evening
And we can take off for a weekend
Then We can do some un speaking
Plus---

This Teachin’, You Learnin’
Maken’ We earnin’
Loven So Touchin
Fuckin, Plus Rubbin’
S’all a Nigga Does
So Its all A killa’s Wantin’

Im a Hustler, with a preference to mac hoes
My Passion for Bank roll
The Life that the game Chose
Been  Sown up-

Then Ever since a nigga was young old
Den Grown up
Was brought through the hood
By these duck hoes
Who stressed Dubb
Im Point One
Cadilac ryder, until the death blood
To leave you in a burgundy body bag
Wit your neck gone
Your toung sown up
And your girl on the block
Kiss me,
Come here for a second
All because of your talk
She aint listen,
But she rock’s what I walk
Then every word the speaker box Spits
She moves her hip’s
And she calls it a hit”


Selina Q--- Start @ 1:26
Verse 2(chorus/bridge/hook)

Verse 2 of Point One start at 1:51

“Now baby Just Listen
And there aint no need for kissen
All      these suckas
You can miss um
Im cooked fresh, out the kitchen
In a T-Top Lac
Spinnin spree’s on back
My windows are tented , deep black
So lyke a cat don’t pass
In a plad brimmed cap
Gucci—sippin on yac
I pass the blunt to the left hand side
Cha’ lyke that
Take a deep puff
I see I got the right one
An we can go and eat some
Let me see your toung
So you can tast this

And as the candy Paint drips,
Im a pimp and hears my gift
My out sides candy plus my insides cotton

So when the kid’s see us roll up
They sweet tooth’s buzzin
My point one’s to hustle
So I shoot a little something

And there aint no need for frontin
I bread the game, so I Love it
From every call on my phone
To the marrow, in my bone
Add the grey hairs on my head
From all the broads that I broke
And all the coke, that I sold---“

Verse 2-Chourus  of selina q start 2:41 end 3:08



                    -------End-------

Lyrics to the song Key two the city By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers From The album Single Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song Key two the city By Point One Written By Justin D. Myers  From The album Single       Jango and Datpiff.com



Track Intro- written by Sean N. –start 0:09-0:34

“So What ya want
What are your need’s
I got the key’s, to suffice
All the dreams in your sleep
Tell your passionately, waking up
Go to feigning for some D
Come on an grow over hear
Unlock the door to your cream”

“Never said cash rules
Any around me
Besides the fiend’s
When in cee’s
Weighing candy on them beams”

“Walk through the padlocked streets
Press the code in, Hear the beep
It’s mine
The ceremonies sweet
Filled with dime’s
Drinking wine
Cristal, champagne by the bottle  
Throw It up, by the case
Full Throttle to  the bar
Take a
Blunt to the face”

“Peach is the tast
Key on display
Lift up the bridge
Walk through the inn,
To ,   tare up the place
Got the gee’s on the floor
Point’s stepping to the beat
Mayor for the city
Middle Fing’a
Towards The Police”

(Chourus)

“I got the Key two the City
And a Quarter Ounce Of Purp
Masters Locks, Dead Bolts
Fortress Open Up The Door”

“--Buiss-Ness –To Tend
As the Swisher Burn’s”

“Light It up, take a puff  
City Halls Special Balls”

                   “---And a Quarter Ounce a purp.
Key Two The City---“
                   “---And a Quarter Ounce a purp.”
                 
                   “ --And a Quarter Ounce a purp.
I Got The Key Two The City”
                   “ And a Quarter Ounce a Purp”


--Verse 2-

“You’ll see me put my blood  n sweet
Into this pimpin’
I make Magic
Any thing needed will happen
Just come ask it-“

“Seen the drought,
Made  the rain fall down
Push The clouds away
To let the sun Come out”

“What you got!
  So look baby,
What you need
I aint one of then average niggaz
That you know
On the street”

“Im a Prince
Fall asleep
On these  Cartier sheets
Full Length California King
Ill Turn You Into A queen”

“I eat The best!!
Weather Its women or orange ruffian
Candy paint G-M’s , Start up
By
Push buttons”

     “Penthouse on the hill
Got Mirrors  on the ceiling
In a gated community
Next door to where the sea be.”

“Fine Dime’s,    Quarter Horse
Stallions Im ‘Bout Um
Pole dancer
Playalistics
Sippin wine out the bottle”

“Full throttle
    With out these tears--
 you aint got her .
you can see the real in me
my eyes got no bottom-“


(2nd Chorus)

“Got  the Key two the city
And a quarter ounce of purp
Masters Locked,
Dead bolted
Fortress open up the door”

“Buiss-ness to tend
As the swisher steady burns
Light it up
Take a puff
City Halls,
Special Ball   ,”

                      “Key Two The City
                              And a quarter ounce  of purp
                       Key Two The City
                              And a quarter ounce of purp
                       Key Two The City
                              And a quarter Ounce of purp”

“Buiss-ness
Too tend as the swisher steady burns”


Verse 3

Ill be there when you need me
Just call on me and youll see me
Im never too sleazy
I make this shit look easy—
Im grimy in them streets
You cant handle me cuz im greasy
My lifes too crazy
Im too hot for tv”

“The penitentiary’s calling me
The calls arnt accepted
Ive been bitten 3  tymes
Now the signs aren’t detected”

“The rabies or the tetanus’s
Better call on detectives
But if they come too Point’s
Better Go Get Protection”

“I’ve Taught ’n you the Game
But you didn’t read the lesson
You don’t remember much
And you ask to many question’s”

“It hinders me to think
 That you’re the one for this profession
This jobs over your head
You ain’t prepaired for this section”

-Bridge-

                   “ And a quarter ounce a  purp”
                    “And a quarter ounce a purp”                           
                   “And a quarter ounce a purp”

               “I got the Key Two The City—
                      And a quarter ounce a purp”

“Light it up, Take a puff
City Hall, Special Ball
     Buiss—ness—too- tend
As the swisher steady burns
Master’s locked, Dead Bolt
Fortress open up your door
And a quarter ounce a purp
I got, the key, too the city”

“Light it up, Take a puff
City Hall, Special Ball
     Buiss—ness—too- tend
As the swisher steady burns
Master’s locked, Dead Bolt
Fortress open up your door
And a quarter ounce a purp
I got, the key, too the city”
   --End--

Lyrics to the song In my trials by point One written by Justin D. Myers From the album Single Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song In my trials by point One written by Justin D. Myers From the album Single        Jango and Datpiff.com

Verse 1/ Chorus/ written By Selina Q start at 0:21  end @ 1:22

Verse 1 of Point One Freestyle- Written by Justin D. Myers

“I Seen A girl Come,
From the bottom to the top

She had nothing,
And she don’ , near win a slot”

             “Damn”

“lyke a quarter Million Bucks
Didn’t know what she had in the world
And lost it all

From the top of the world
She was in the clouds
G—4 Jets,
Everything
Sittin on candy Paint

And she----


                   Loved it----
  

                                       Loved it----
       

                                                        Loved it ----


What can a nigga say
    Its just a noth’a niggas way


                         Freestyle for that-,--

                                                  Duce-,-
                                
                                                                        -Dime-,--“


Verse 2/bridge of/by Selina Q start 1:52

Point One start ‘s with Selina Q @ 2:10


                                        “ Ay---“
                          “Ay—“
                                       “ Ay—“
                                 
                                                “ Ay---“, .” Ay---“

                                                                     “Ay---“
                
                                                                          “ Ay ---“
                             “Ay---“

“Speak too me Lord-----”
                                           “Ay---“
                             
                                                       “Ay---“

                                                                    “Ay---“

                                           “Ay---“
                                  
                                                         “Ay”

                                          
                 “Speak to me please”

                                   “Speak to Me lord------“
                                                    
                                                    “Speak to me”


Verse 2 of point one start@ 2:29

“As I smoke a blunt
And I roll another up
I think about this girl
Sittin there with no cares

      But
            Shit!!

Everything she had
Wasn’t there
Her family----------everything

An its gone---
                 An shes scared--



                           Its hard out there for her---


She don’t know what to do---


                    She’s looking around she-----


--No( tear)

Man she thinks like shes kinda screwed
And she don’t know where to turn too”


                          “But--,-“

“She’s got a couple people
Who really care---

But she really doesn’t understand
That them people there-----

And God’s one of um!!!--,-


     Prey--- ,
                   Shes Preying to God—

                       Please Help me Cuzin---

But it aint that easy—
   Change ya life man
This games too sleazy---

And Im trying not to cuss
The world messed me up!!

And this weed in my hand-----

           Feels lyke a bullet to the head
                        And that’s s’real
                Stuff—make—people(---)

 Hold the track for me ,
                                         You know I(----)


Selina Q Starts the chorus/bridge @3:17  in between the words to – and- the head


      Yeah!!-,!


   (-End-)
                      




Lyrics to the song Ryde(the cadilac anthem)by Point One from the album Single written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song Ryde(the cadilac anthem)by Point One from the album Single written By Justin D. Myers    Jango and Datpiff.com



(chorus)

“It’s just me and my Cadillac
Candy painted coup
Rydin up side streets as were lookin for some loot
Sittin on chrome swanga’s pearl escents’ pitch black
Best partner on the globe
International
My Cadillac,”

            “Ooo’ it’s my Cadillac”
           “Yes, it’s my Cadillac”
          “Limo tent with leather seating”

           “Ooo , I love my Cadillac”
           “I know you see my Cadillac”
           “Me with my girls in back”
           “Besides all that ~ it’s just me in my Cadillac”

(Verse 1)
“Only partner~ won’t pick a side and die with me,
Trust me with his lyfe, do some tyme, and ryde with me,
Cover up all my tears when im sad , then cry with me
Shorties, you, ~ are the one that takes hard and makes easy,
Posted outside the club lookin up at gods evening
Scent smellin of th cushi aroma that im breathing
Speaking melo~matic melodies surrounding my feelings
From the jazz instrumental my mental your bleading
“yous a classy bitch”  !  “ yeah I said it shorty”
Crush velvet mink interior, your  air is blowing
Matching cardiair vine cap, where my head is goin
Ryding all through the dusk tell the dawn to see morning’

Won’t never love a girl, less she’s clean as Pirelli’s
Makin a sound lyke a lions roar, straight out a chevy
Twerk is~~ way to heavy
Only woman that ill trick on ~ only if I could get you pregnant
You’d be the best one
Broad don’t mynd picking whores up
Man her games tight
Bottom bitch is ready to pimp, then slide all night
Pack a pistol in her trunk
Cumber bun under tucked
Only one I couldn’t leave”
                        “That’s my Cadillac”




           (Bridge)

“Cadillac rollen~ pistol gripped tucked”
“Countin stacks I mash~ with my foot on the gass”
“triple gold spinnin~ three 60 on I-10”
“candy paint drippin ~ leave a trail for the pigs”
“smoking-rollen-sexen hoes ~ livin the lyfe”
“ryden~ drop top devil’s seven nines in three wheels”
“Put that ass in the air~ let it shake like a gee baby”
“No shit~ just persuade~ you can tease lady”
“Gang bang on your thick ass”
“I’m a straight up player”
“And I never hesitate~ to mash”


(Verse 2)
“I wake up every morning, steady thinking of my circumstances,
One ounce ~ two girls~ gets heavy how the world is turning,
I use to sell dope~ and ended up~ renting hookers’
The fiends are all the same ~ but only one drug can get cooked up,
I’ve got whores on track~ pushing they ass to the white trick,
For all the years they fucked us ~ now there getting screwed by black pimps,

           “I get up everymorning and I pimp these hookers”
           “I look over everymorning and I see my hookers”
            “Come on!!!”

         “I ~ aint never been that nigga who care “
          “You only mad at me ~ cuz you aint no play,a “


(Chorus)
“It’s just me and my Cadillac
Candy painted coup
Rydin up side streets as were lookin for some loot
Sittin on crome swanga’s pearl esscents pitch black
Best partner on the globe
International
My Cadillac,”


    “Ooo’ it’s my Cadillac”
           “Yes, it’s my Cadillac”
          “Limo tent with leather seating”

           “Ooo , I love my Cadillac”
           “I know you see my Cadillac”
           “Me with my girls in back”
           “Besides all that ~ it’s just me in my Cadillac”



                “In my Cadillac”
             
                
             “Candy painted coup~ swingin down side streets as s’where lookin for some loot”


                   “O~ it’s my Cadillac, candy painted coup”

                 “limo tent with leather seating”
                  “Oo~ I lovemy Cadillac”

Lyrics To The Song (Status)—Freestyle by Point One From the Album Single written by Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics To The Song (Status)—Freestyle   by Point One From the Album Single written by Justin D. Myers   Jango and Datpiff.com

-Intro-

“Come on man,-
                        You been round—
                                        Too damn long
For all this bullshit—
                   All this shit you got going through your head ----


---Now this tru-----“

      “Yo”
                        “I said!”




--Freestyle-Verse1

“1 for the Money
Point One be the name
In the game,im in it for all the change”

                    “Stack it Playa”

“whats you really name
Im in them,
Two tone gaters
Fucken wit a cadilac
And bitches wana blaze it”

“Come on suck a dick for it—
Pretty eyes,
                 Baby girl—
You know you want me up in them thighs
And im lyke—“

“you wana realize the shit I done taught
The shit ya done bought----“


                                              “Now open up”

(pause)


“I don’t really give a damn
Im the gram
Point One-----
Kiss ya titties
And ya nipples, and ya navel, and ya toes
And ya ass---bath watter
Drink it ,cuz im nasty ho!!!
I don’t give a fuck---“


“Yeah girl,---”

                         “Yeah girl---You know”


            

“One for the money------- bitch-“

“One for the coop—
   I don’t give a fuck
In them high stiletto boots
And you can get on the pole
And dance for the loot---“

                                               
                                                                     “—Im Cool-“
                          
                                                            “-You too---“

                                                                         “Im down - too ryde—
                                                                                                             ----Too—-“


“in tell you wana stop—
  ---and im a push you up---“

“But Im a keep you underneath the wing-
Cuz Im always ya look out
And I don’t give a fuck how—
You think the game done taught cha’
Or how the game done raised ya
Or what that nigga bought  cha’”

“I put faggot’s in coffins’
And don’t give a damn
They don’t know who the gram
They aint from my land”

“Im way up in the sky
And I aint talkin’ ‘bout high
Even though I Perm Blunt’s of the skunk
Perple haze,in them eyes”

“Dat-

        You—be—lyke—red—to you--------

C—D—I—G—O---M—O—Poo”

“arnt you Fuck ass niggaz-

Gay ass niggaz

Half black
Make ya whole Pussy quiver

This whole shit,--
Aint shit,--
An game be blurry

I say shit dumb
Cuz the shits lyke blurry

Im just gon’,put it in
An break the shit
And then release it
Delete it,
And then say you motha fuckas
Cant even see it!!!”

“Bitch Please this aint nothin’
Im grabben on an ass cheek
And the shits,
                      5’5 with brown eyes
Big ass titties,
  And knows how to suck a good dick
Deep throat---
And im talking bout the whole eight inch”
(pause) 

“How it feel to ya?”
(pause)

“She said it feels good,
But she kind a mic. Shy
So she don’t wanta hear ya
Hear ya voice—

Said ya might a heard it before
But im a keep it low---
(pause)
She said she thirty six
‘em a lot a mirrors up in this bitch

G’ya wana take a pick --
Sowme this weed up when we down
N smoke it up
Real niggaz give a fuck
Toke it up-“


“Whats you smoke, nigg---A”

“I only smoke blunts”

“Im talking ‘bout-
Optimo, swisher sweets n dutch

And if you don’t got a B
Broke n open -------- hear
 Release the gats
And tell the gram
I aint rollin’ it

At least Im being choosy
You an
All ya motha fuckaz
Who be thinking
That you bangen blue or red or whatever
Ya head, you can ryde with me
Cuz im down for whatever
Im from
Motha fuckin streets

And I shit on the police”

--“They don’t know me”--
---“motha fucka,- yeah they know me”
“and yeah they can blow me
Talking ‘bout all of them motha fuckaz”


                     (break)

                                       “Oooooooooooooooooo!!”

“Yeah they hot too…----
Talking ‘bout them police
In the--- in the motha fuckin clothes n shit
Female police—looking good—walk up to the car
Lyke bitch--------  you blond with long ass hair
Lyke I aint gonna  fuck ya!!!?”

Verse 2

“Now bend over baby---
over  your car
and let everybody see
that you a star.
I put the hand cuffs on you
You can put um on my one arm
I got to make sure I can get the key
And ring the A-larm--------“

“Its---- get---ing
Hot in hear
Make yo pussy wet
An listen to the shit I spit
Yeah---
If you want me, --to turn it up
baby girl you better touch-these nigga nut’s

                                                       ----nutts---

                                                                         ---nutts----”

               (outro)
“Bitch!!”-----------“(something low-im a keep recording though)”

“Point One/J-Dubb/Capone Dub E-N-T
Capone Dub E-N-T/J-Dubb/Point One”                    
“In ya face”” Bad , Bitch ,Is , calling”
  (End)



   
                 

Lyrics to the song “get my money right” by Point One from the album single written by Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com

Lyrics to the song “get my money right” by Point One from the album single written by Justin D. Myers   Jango and Datpiff.com


--Chorus 1—


        “Now It’s---
                           One for the paper—
Shit!!
                           Duce for the hoes--
                           Three for the Lexus’s- sittin on 24’s----
                           Four for the Cadillac’s
                           Wood grippin lambo doors
Smoke out of the moon roof
Whyle were blowin Gucci dough-ja

We countin ones—
Steady we adden fives
Stackin up all our dimes
Slappen hoes with them dubb’s
Banking up all our grants
Shorty went –drop her pants
Suit case full a Benjamin’s
Not knowing bout all that---

(Verse 1 by young c)

---Chorus 2----

“Now It’s---
                           One for the paper—
Shit!!
                           Duce for the hoes--
                           Three for the Lexus’s- sittin on 24’s----
                           Four for the Cadillac’s
                           Wood grippin lambo doors
Smoke out of the moon roof
Whyle were blowin Gucci dough-ja

We countin ones—
Steady we adden fives
Stackin up all our dimes
Slappen hoes with them dubb’s
Banking up all our grants
Shorty went –drop her pants
Suit case full a Benjamin’s
Not knowing bout all that---“


                                                           “UGHHH!!!”Vocal dub

Verse 2, -verse 1 of Point One

“I see you stacking Ho
So give me all a that
Yep---
And  whyle your at it
Let your draws down in my Cadillac
(Bitch)
Steady we adden up fives
So hand over every damn dime
Everythings bout to be mine
Gucci timb’s  and lambo rydes
Blowi’n  doja  through the moonroof
Lexus pullen all ya girls
Choppers spinnin 24’s
Pop the trunk my speakers roar
Open up the door(bitch)so I slide up in your chick”
One’s—
            Fives---
                       ----Tens----
                                    Twunty’s--------
                                                       Fiftys----
                  Slappin hundreds on ya bitch”


--Chorus 3---

                         

“Now It’s---
                           One for the paper—
Shit!!
                           Duce for the hoes--
                           Three for the Lexus’s- sittin on 24’s----
                           Four for the Cadillac’s
                           Wood grippin lambo doors
Smoke out of the moon roof
Whyle were blowin Gucci dough-ja

We countin ones—
Steady we adden fives
Stackin up all our dimes
Slappen hoes with them dubb’s
Banking up all our grants
Shorty went –drop her pants
Suit case full a Benjamin’s
Not knowing bout all that---“


                                                          ( “UGHHH!!!”Vocal dub X2)

 -End-

Lyrics to the song(unt)dedication to the whites who jumped me for being black from the album single by Point One written By Justin D. Myers Jango and Datpiff.com


 Lyrics to the song(unt)dedication to the whites who jumped me for being black   from the album single by Point One written By Justin D. Myers     Jango and Datpiff.com

(track intro)
“This  one goes out to all the racists
Im meaning to be fucked up
And yeah its true
But if you one of them whites
That aint racist
This don’t concern you
-------so don’t listin to it”

---chorus 1----
“These crackers hate niggaz butt ’le fuck a black bitch
Dumb tricks
Give me your money
fuckin wit a black pimp-

White fucks don’t say shit
When a niggaz in the room
But they want to act hard
When surrounded by they crew
My presidents black
And my Cadillac’s blue
If you fuck with this nigga
Youll be leaking out maroon
Lyke you had me in Kentucky
In that cell
Remember that
Motha fucka fuck yall
Fag crackers hate that “

---verse 1----

“The last of a diein’ breed
Aint no realer
Mix the liquor with the milk
To eat the lucky charm cereal

Hollow point’s pealing you
Teflon rippin through
Leave you when we finished dude
And kill the paramedics too…

Have your family crying
Cuz there aint nobody saving you
That’s what we call a man that’s luck is gone
And his tyme is due

I leave your man a jon doe
And put the body in the river
Duck tape in the truck
And plastic bags for his fingers

Ive got your mouth filled with seamen
So youll never care hes leaving
Never know that your dreamin
And you really heard him screamin”

( bridge)

“that was him,---
                           ---that was him----
The racist bitch,---
                           ---fuck the racist bitch----
Fuck the racist white motha fucka--------“

Ill kill you and let the si’ofu
Get your ass, clean your body so that murders unknown”

“Well now this niggaz back
You apologized I let you slide
On the flore
Remember that
Lyke when ya got me in the back

My presidents black
And my Cadillac’s blue
If you fuck with this nigga
youll be leaking out maroon “

“But they want to act hard
When surrounded by they crew
White fucks don’t say shit
When a nigga’s in the room

Dumb tricks give me your money
Fuckin wit’a black pimp
These crackers hate niggaz
But’ll fuck a black bitch!!!”




Verse 2—

  “Ive Got girls
But  I aint sharing
Inless you pay me
Man,
You don’t know me homie
And out loud you must be crazy!!!
First of all yous a trick
And my friends don’t pay for pussy
Im a combo number one--------Nigga What!!!
You want a cookie
I w’-air silk and gator playa
You w’-air goodwill with payless
My girls hand it over
And there the reason you cash your pay check
I ryde old school cadi’s
Whyle you moped for moe’ bread
You behind closed doors jackin off
whyle im getting mo head
five blocks off a the beach
in a hot tub by my  -dio’
playing pool with these strippers
you make dollar bills hit the flizzo’

I wake up everyday
to ham an egg’s on my skillet
you steady scrappin change
cuz last night you spent it
this life is me
its something that you couldn’t see
I know your stuck on tv
Dreamin of what you thinks a p

Well im profit
And you can call me the meaning of it
I see um and if I want it
Im the one that’s gonna fuck it”


(hook-bridge)

“I’ll murder um--------
                         Then put there body in the dirt”
     (“HaHa”)  Then Laugh ,
when they,
ryde in that hurst,
(“you know”)
Body bagged toe tagged in the morgue(“fo sho”)
Embalming fluid leaving they ass cold(“Oh No”)
Ashes to ashes and dusk to death
Ill murder um, then put they ass in the dirt
(“Ha Ha”) Then Laugh
When They Ryde In that hurst
Body bagged toe tagged in the morgue “
                  (“fo sho”)


--verse 3-----

“ fuck the judge the prosecutor and the D-A
The state  D-O-C and everybody in my way
The sheriff, the police,the F-b-i, an A-t-f
All the task force and everybody in my step

The government says there doing good----
Meanwhyle family’s are crying
Cuz of revocation of parole---
Startin wars they aint needen too-------
Whyle half the soldiers are killing kid’s
Whyle there sittin reading all there books in school-------

The judge is at home beating his wife
The prosecutors cheating on his bout every night
The sheriffs facing unlawfull transaction with a minor
 With the Police, F-B-I , and A-T-F
Pushing Out Powder

Then You got me--------
                            Im 22
Wont be out tell 26
And ive took cair of my girls
Since I was knee high to a trick

Ive never lay’d  hands on a women
That just aint Me!!!
But they release these people
Who hit everygirl they see…”
                                             (“Ughhh!!!”)

--chorus-----

“These crackers hate niggaz butt ’le fuck a black bitch
Dumb tricks
Give me your money
fuckin wit a black pimp-

White fucks don’t say shit
When a niggaz in the room
But they want to act hard
When surrounded by they crew
My presidents black
And my Cadillac’s blue
If you fuck with this nigga
Youll be leaking out maroon
Lyke you had me in Kentucky
On the floor
Remember that
you apologized
I let you slide
Well now this niggaz back”

(---exit----)

“This one’s for all the racists
Who say
That white skinny nigga
Lets get him
Yeah-------bet yall wana kill me for this huh…
Yeah-------bet yall will
                              Yall kill me for this”

                                                        “ M’fuck yall”

          ---end----