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They know, they know, they know

They know, they know, they know

They know, they know, they know

Yeah they know yeah

That the real is on the rise

Fuck them other guys

I even gave them a chance to decide

Now it's something they know

They know, they know, they know,

Yeah, I be yelling out, "Money over everything, money on my mind!"

Then she wanna ask when it got so empty

Tell her I apologize, happened over time

She says they missed the old Drake, girl don't tempt me

If they don't get it, they'll be over you

That new shit that you got is overdue

You better do what you supposed to do

I'm like "Why I gotta be all that?" but still I can't deny the fact that it's true

Listen to you expressing all them feelings

Soap opera rappers all these niggas sound like All My Children

And that's who you thinking is 'bout to come and make a killing

I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.

You know that they ain't even got it like that.

You gon' hype me up and make me catch a body like that

'Cause I live for this it isn't just a hobby like that.

When they get my shit and play it, I ain't even gotta say it, they know

I be yelling out, "Money over everything, money on my mind (mind, mind, mind)!"

Tell 'em I apologize it happened over time (time, time, time)

They know

105. Jay-Z & Kanye West -- Niggas in Paris (December 3, 2011)

We're gonna skate to one song and one song only.

(Ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me)

So I ball so hard muhfuckas wanna fine me

first niggas gotta find me

What's 50 grand to a muhfucka like me

Can you please remind me?

Ball so hard, this shit crazy

Y'all don't know that don't shit phase me

The Nets could go 0-82 and I look at you like this shit gravy

Ball so hard, this shit weird

We ain't even supposed to be here,

Ball so hard, since we here

It's only right that we be fair

Psycho, I'm liable to go Michael

Take your pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game 6

Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolleys that don't tick tock

Audemars that's losing time, hidden behind all these big rocks

Ball so hard, I'm shocked too,

I'm supposed to be locked up too

you escaped what I've escaped

You'd be in Paris getting fucked up too

Ball so hard, let's get faded, Le Meurice for like 6 days

Gold bottles, scold models, spillin' Ace on my sick J's

So ball so hard, bitch behave, just might let you meet Ye,

Chi towns D. Rose, I'm movin' the Nets to BK

She said Ye can we get married at the mall?

I said look you need to crawl 'fore you ball

Come and meet me in the bathroom stall

And show me why you deserve to have it all

Ball so hard

That shit cray (that shit cray), ain't it Jay?

Ball so hard

What she order (what she order), fish filet

Ball so hard

Your whip so cold (whip so cold), this old thing

Ball so hard

Act like you'll never be around motherfuckers like this again

Bougie girl, grab her hand

Fuck that bitch she don't wanna dance

Excuse my French but I'm in France (I'm just sayin')

Prince William's ain't do it right if you ask me

'Cause I was him I would have married Kate and Ashley

What's Gucci my nigga?

What's Louis my killa?

What's drugs my deala?

What's that jacket, Margiela?

Doctors say I'm the illest

'Cause I'm suffering from realness

Got my niggas in Paris

And they going gorillas, huh!

I don't even know what that means.

(No one knows what it means, but it's provocative)

No, it's not, it's gross

(It gets the people going!)

[Kanye West:]

You are now watching the throne

Don't let me get in my zone [3x]

These other niggas is lyin'

Actin' like the summer ain't mine

I got that hot bitch in my home

You know how many hot bitches I own?

Don't let me get in my zone [4x]

The stars is in the building

They hands is to the ceiling

I know I'm bout to kill it

How you know, I got that feeling

You are now watching the throne

Don't let me into my zone [2x]

I'm definitely in my zone

106. Drake (ft. Nicki Minaj) -- Make Me Proud (February 11, 2012)

[Drake:]

I like a woman with a future and a past

A little attitude problem all good it'll make the shit last

Don't make it too easy girl, don't take it too fast

Yeah, that's it, right there, that's it

Do it just like that

Only you could do it just like that

And I love it when your hair's still wet

'Cause you just took a shower

Running on a treadmill and only eating salad

Sounds so smart, like you graduated college

Like you went to Yale, but you probably went to Howard

Knowing you, weekend in Miami, tryna study by the pool

Couple things due, but you always get it done

Might have been a time when I loved her too

But you take that away, you always be the one

One, I wonder why the moon looks nice girl

Maybe it's just right for the night

You said niggas coming on too strong girl

They want you in their life as a wife

That's why you wanna have no sex

Why you wanna protest, why you wanna fight for your right

'Cause you don't love them boys

Pussy run everything, fuck that noise

I know things get hard

But girl you got it, girl you got it there you go

Can't you tell by how they looking at you everywhere you go

Wondering what's on your mind, it must be hard to be that fine,

When all these motherfuckers wanna waste your time

It's just amazing, girl, and all I can say is...

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so,

I'm so proud of you

Everything's adding up, you've been through hell and back

That's why you're bad as fuck and you...

[Nicki Minaj:]

B-b-b-bet I am

All of them bitches I'm badder than

Mansions in Malibu Babylon

But I never mention everything I dabble in

And I always ride slow when I'm straddlin'

And my shit's so wet you gotta paddle in

Gotta ro-ro-row, gotta row ya boat

It's Pink Friday records and OVO

Done did the pop tour, I'm the realest still,

The best legal team so the deals is ill

It's Mac, OPI and a fragrance too

Apparel, I'm dominating every avenue

Cobblestone, good view, little gravel too

Gotta pay for the entourage travel too

'Cause I'm fli-fli-fly, I'm flying high

Ain't got time to talk, just hi and bye bitch

But baby if you ask me to take a break

I'll give it all away, don't care what the people say

I'll be a million, billion, trillion miles away

He asked my sign, I said a Sag'

I'm a star, Sheriff badge,

What's the point? If I'm guardin'

Double D up hoes, Dolly Parton

[Drake:]

I know things get hard

But girl you got it, girl you got it there you go

Can't you tell by how they're looking at you everywhere you go

Wondering what's on your mind, it must be hard to be that fine, when all these motherfuckers wanna waste your time

It's just amazing, girl, and all I can say is...

And all I can say is

I'm so, I'm so, I'm so, I'm so,

I'm so proud of you

And all I can say is

107. Drake (ft. Lil Wayne) -- The Motto (February 18, 2012)

I'm the fucking man, you don't get it, do ya?

Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya

Go Uptown, New York City bitch

Some Spanish girls love me like I'm Aventura

Tell Uncle Luke I'm out in Miami too

Clubbing hard, fuckin' women ain't much to do

Wrist blang, got a condo up in Biscayne

Still getting brain from a thang, ain't shit changed

How you feel? How you feel? How you feel?

Twenty five sittin' on 25 mil uh

I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself

Rest in peace Mac Dre, I'mma do it for the Bay, okay

Getting paid well holla whenever that stop

My team good, we don't really need a mascot

Tell Tune, “Light one, pass it like a relay”

YMCMB you niggas more YMCA

Me, Freddie, Marley Marl at the cribbo

Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbs, shout to Gibo

We got Santa Margarita by the liter

She know even if I'm fucking with her, I don't really need her

Ah, that's how you feel man?

That's really how you feel?

Cause the pimpin' ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill

I mean maybe she won't

Then again maybe she will

I can almost guarantee she know the deal,

Real nigga what's up?

Now she want a photo

You already know though

You only live once ? that's the motto nigga YOLO

And we 'bout it every day, every day, every day

Like we sittin' on the bench, nigga we don't really play

Every day, every day, fuck what anybody say

Can't see 'em 'cause the money in the way

Real nigga what's up?

One time, fuck one time

I'm calling niggas out like the umpire

Seven grams in the blunt

Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt

It's Eastside, we in this bitch

Wish a nigga would like a tree in this bitch

And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch

That's my MO add a B to that shit

I'm fucked up, torn down

I'm twisted, door knob

Talk stupid, off with your head!

Nigga money talks and Mr Ed! YEAH!

I'm so Young Money got a drum on the gun

Energizer bunny

Funny how honey ain't sweet like sugar

Ain't shit sweet niggas on the street like hookers

I tongue kiss her other tongue

Skeet skeet skeet: water gun

Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt! Tunechi!

108. Kirko Bangz -- Drank in My Cup (May 26, 2012)

I done came down, hold up

Grip the grain, roll up

And your girlfriend want a nigga like me

'Cause I ain't tryna control her

She call me when she wants a change

Black diamond, my pinky ring

And she know you weak and we ain't the same

You hit the scene, I make the scene

I'm in her head like Maybelline

H-town so I made the lean

I'm in her soul, I make her scream

I don't ride the toll, don't pay the change

I'm EZ tag like Peter Pan

She want a man, don't need a man

I'm flying down your boulevard

She cooking dinner with your pans

Draped up, dripped out

Your bitch know what I'm talking 'bout

Pulls up, pull out

We get it poppin' in the parking lot

She like to do it with the lights on

Don't matter to me if it's dark or not

I'm G'd up, East up

Fossil pants, I'm hard as rock

Girl, I know how much you really want somebody

Want somebody that don't really need you

Girl, I know how much you really want somebody

Want somebody that ain't tryna keep

You heard what I said

That could put you to bed

That ain't tryna love you, baby

Just fuck you instead

And don't tell 'em nothing, baby

You know that I'm coming baby

Just hit up my phone

Whenever you need you some company

Got this drank in my cup

Oh yeah

I got this drank in my cup (this drank)

I got this drank in my cup (this drank)

Cup, cup

I done came down, came up

Slow pitch, change up

Same hood, same style

Same drink, same cup

She call me when she wanna fuck

I never call, she knows what's up

Same page, same book

Different song, same hook

Every time her nigga tripping

She on the phone with the same crook

And every time I pull up

She hit me with that same look

Lips biting, hips right

She left her man for that get right

I'm in the middle, like midnight

But only if you got that sit tight

Only if you got that wine fine

Only if you got that sip type

Only if you got that mind bomb

Only if you got that zip tight

Eat that shit like wonton

Joking baby, I'm pimp tight

I'm used to being that one and done

But girl you got that (g-get right)

Whenever you need you some company

Got this drank in my cup

H-town

Oh yeah

I got this drink in my cup

I got this drink in my cup (cup, cup, cup)

I came down, hold up hold up.

109. Cash Out -- Cashin' Out (June 23, 2012)

I'm ridin' `round with that nina

You know we smokin' on Keisha

Hey, hey, hey can I meet you hoe?

(Cool)

36 O's so I'm ridin' `round with that nina (I'm ridin' `round with that nina)

Ridin' with a hoe named Keisha, smokin' on Keisha (You know we smokin' on Keisha)

My diamonds talk for me, they say "Hi can I meet you hoe?" (Hey can I meet you hoe?)

She fly high, high in the sky, hoe I can't see you (Well I can't see you)

Got a condo on my wrist - girl, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out)

Got a condo around my neck - girl, I'm cashin' out (I'm cashin' out)

36 O's so I'm ridin' `round with that nina

My diamonds talk for me, they say "Hi can I meet you?"

I got Versace all on my back, these hoes all on my back

Plus these plugs all on my back, cause they know I'm movin' that pack

These Louies all in my face, fo'-fifth stay up on my waist

Plus it ain't on me for nothin', so please don't make me catch a case

Cause bitch I'm `bout it, me walkin' `round with no check on me

Psssh - yeah I doubt it!

Your girl ain't finna leave with me? Psssh - yeah I doubt it!

And I'm like, what the hell they talkin' `bout?

And if I got it I bought it, cause boy you know I'm cashin' out (cool)

Okay I drop the top, hop in

Hoes they comin' by flocks in

Birds comin' by flocks in

Pass them birds like Stockton

Play with my money, I'm poppin'

No actin', but it's a movie

Got Spinz on the beat so we ain't losing

Don't act like yo' hoe ain't choosin'

I'm blowed up, yeah I'm the bomb, ridin' round blowin' on stank bombs

Pussy so good you should thank moms, top flo' suite chillin' at The Palms

We want the whole loaf leave y'all the crumbs, `til then I'm runnin' my check up

And it's fuck a Bugatti; I'm callin' my jet up (cool)

Yeah - it's big pimpin' over here - touch

Time to cop the Maybach already had the `vert

I got big money visions, Sammy Sosa pigeons

What that mean? That mean they jumpin' out the kitchen

And I'm on the money mission, nobody can stop me

Just grab your camcorder, press record and go on and watch me

And you can skate on my ice, just like you playin' hockey

And in the booth, I beat the beat up

Call me Rocky, yeah I'm cocky (cool)

110. Kanye West, Big Sean, Pusha T & 2 Chainz -- Mercy (July 7, 2012)

Well, it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound

Believe! Believe!

OK, Lamborghini Mercy (swerve)

Your chick she so thirsty

I'm in that two-seat Lambo (boy)

With your girl she tryna jerk me

OK, drop it to the floor

Make that ass shake

Whoa make the ground move, that's an ass quake

Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state

Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray

Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day?

I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day

Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay

And niggas still hatin', so much hate I need an AK

Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perrierin'

White girls politicking that's that Sarah Palin

Gettin' high, Californicatin'

I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth (swerve)

It is - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound (swerve)

Believe! Believe! (swerve)

Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe

I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James hoe

I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman is pill poppin' ass hoe

I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins

All she want is some heel money

All she need is some bill money

He take his time, he counts it out

I weighs it up, that's real money

Check the neck, check the wrist

Them heads turnin', that's exorcist

My Audemars like Mardi Gras

That's Swiss time and that's excellence

Two door preference

Roof gone George Jefferson

That white frost on that pound cake

So your Duncan Hines is irrelevant

Lambo, Murcielago, she go wherever I go

Wherever we go we do it pronto

The bugle has blown the many times, and it still have one more time left

Caw the amount of stripe we have upon our shoulder

Let the suicide doors up

I threw suicides on the tour bus

I threw suicides on the private jet

You know what that mean, I'm fly to death

I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit

Tell 'em "Give me fifty million or I'mma quit"

Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level

Turn up the bass 'til it's up in your face level

Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid

Plus you're my bitch, make your bitch look like Precious

Something 'bout Mary she gone off that Molly

Now the whole party is melted like Dalн

Now everybody is movin' they body

Don't sell me apartment, I move in the lobby

Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important

You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans

Now catch up to my campaign

Coupe the color of mayonnaise

I'm drunk and high at the same time

Drinkin' champagne on the airplane

Spit rounds like the gun range

Beat it up like Rampage

100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a band aid

Grade A, A1,

Chain the color of Akon

Black diamonds backpack rhyming

Co-signed by Louis Vuitton

Horse power, horse power

All this Polo on I got horse power

Pound of this cost 4 thousand

I make it rain, she want more showers

Rain pourin',

All my cars is foreign

All my broads is foreign,

Money tall like Jordan

111. 2 Chainz ft. Drake -- No Lie (September 8, 2012)

I am smoking on that gas, life should be on Cinemax

Movie, Bought my boo bigger tits and a bigger ass

Who he's, not I, I smoke strong, that Popeye

Louie V's in my archives, black diamonds, apartheid

Bread up and my top down

On the block with a block out

Hit ya ass with that block out

Dope enough to go in yo nostrils

I'll take ya girl and kid nap her

Feed her to my mattress

The skeleton in my closet

It's probably dead ass rappers

It's probably pussy ass niggas

Don't try me I pull that trigga

Got ya car note in my cup

And your rent in my swisha

That pussy so good I miss ya

Head game's so vicious

And all I get is cheese

Like I'm taking pictures

I say fuck you, 'less I'm with' ya

If I take you out of the picture

I know real niggas won't miss ya

No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I

No lie, no lie, no lie-ee-I-ee-I

Real niggas, say word,

Ye ain't never told no lie

Ye ain't never told no lie

Real niggas, say word,

Ye ain't never told no lie

Ye ain't never told no lie

Real niggas, stay true

Ye ain't never told no lie

Ye ain't never told no lie

That's a thing I don't do

Nah I just do it for the niggas

That are trying to see a million 'fore they die

Wattup

2 Chainz and champagne

You want true, that's true enough

Forbes list like every year

My office is my tour bus

She came through, she brought food

She got fucked, she knew wassup

She think I'm the realest out

And I say "damn, that makes two of us"

Oh that look like what's her name

Chances are there's what's her name

Chances are, if she was acting up

Then I fucked her once and never fucked again

She could have a Grammy, I still treat her ass like a nominee

Just need to know what that pussy like so one time it's fine with me

Young as an intern, with money like I built the shit

Streets talking that confirm

Go ask them who just catch shit

Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax

Me an' Chainz go way back

We don't talk shit, we just say facts (Yes Lord)

Name a nigga that want some

I'll out rap his ass

I'll trap his ass

Put his ass in a plastic bag with his trashy ass

Take 'em out, bring 'em in

Them whole things, 2Pac without a nose ring

Thug Life, one wife, a mistress and a girlfriend

I did what they say I wouldn't (go)

Went where they say I couldn't (true)

YSL belt buckle

Ya'll niggas sure is looking

Ya'll niggas sure is lucky

2 Chainz on my rugby

Left hand on that steering wheel

Right hand on that pussy

112. Flo Rida -- I Cry (December 15, 2012)

I know

Caught up in the middle

I cry just a little

When I think of letting go

Oh no

Gave up on the riddle

I cry just a little

When I think of letting go

I know you wanna get behind the wheel but only one Rida

Eyes shut still got me swimming like a diver

Can't let go I got fans in Okinawa

My heart to japan quake losers and survivors

Norway no you didn't get my flowers

No way to say it better but the killer was a coward

Face just showered, the minute in a hour

Heard about the news all day went sour

Bitter moments got me feeling like a lemon here

Put you in the box just as poisonous as a cigarette

Send my regards or regardless I get arrested

Ain't worried about the killers just the young and restless

Get mad 'cause the quarter million on my necklace

DUI never said I was driving reckless

You and I know that jealously is not oppressive

Oh no I can't stop I was destined

Champagne buckets still got two tears in it

And I put that on my tattoo of Jimi Hendrix

Get depressed leather outfit all in it

'Cause the press tell it all get a meal ticket

Clean next get in the car just a little visit

Sacrifice just to make a hit still vivid

Rihanna kiss you blessed just kill critics

Bugatti never mean I'm rich, just God fearing

Look at me steering, got no boss staring

Got a good feeling

Mr Mike Caren, tell his Billie Jeans

I'm on another planet

Thank E-Class, Big Chuck or Lee Prince Perries

Buy my momma chandeliers on my tears dammit

Thirty years you had thought these emotions vanish

Tryna live, tryna figure how your sister vanish

No cheers, I know you wouldn't panic

[x4:]

When I need a healing

I just look up to the ceiling

I see the sun coming down

I know it's all better now

113. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (ft. Wanz) -- Thrift Shop (January 19, 2013)

Hey, Macklemore! Can we go thrift shopping?

What, what, what, what...

Bada, bada, badadada

I'm gonna pop some tags

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket

I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up

This is fucking awesome

Nah, walk up to the club like, "What up? I got a big cock!"

I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop

Ice on the fringe, it's so damn frosty

That people like, "Damn! That's a cold ass honkey."

Rollin' in, hella deep, headin' to the mezzanine,

Dressed in all pink, 'cept my gator shoes, those are green

Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me

Probably shoulda washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets

Piiisssssss

But--shit--it was ninety-nine cents! Bag it

Coppin' it, washin' it, 'bout to go and get some compliments

Passin' up on those moccasins someone else's been walkin' in

Bummy and grungy, fuck it, man

I am stuntin' and flossin' and

Savin' my money and I'm hella happy that's a bargain, bitch

I'm a take your grandpa's style, I'm a take your grandpa's style,

No, for real. Ask your grandpa. Can I have his hand-me-downs? Thank you

Velour jumpsuit and some house slippers

Dookie brown leather jacket that I found diggin'

They had a broken keyboard, I bought a broken keyboard

I bought a skeet blanket, then I bought a kneeboard

Hello, hello, my ace man, my Mello

John Wayne ain't got nothing on my fringe game, hell no

I could take some Pro Wings, make them cool, sell those

The sneaker heads would be like "Aw, he got the Velcros"

What you know about rockin' a wolf on your noggin?

What you knowin' about wearin' a fur fox skin?

I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm searching right through that luggage

One man's trash, that's another man's come-up

Thank your granddad for donating that plaid button-up shirt

'Cause right now I'm up in her skirt

I'm at the Goodwill, you can find me in the Uptons

I'm not, I'm not stuck, I'm searchin' in that section Uptons

Your grammy, your aunty, your momma, your mammy

I'll take those flannel zebra jammies, second-hand, I rock that motherfucker

The built-in onesie with the socks on that motherfucker

I hit the party and they stop in that motherfucker

They be like, "Oh, that Gucci. That's hella tight."

I'm like, "Yo, that's fifty dollars for a T-shirt."

Limited edition, let's do some simple addition

Fifty dollars for a T-shirt - that's just some ignorant bitch. Shit

I call that getting swindled and pimped. Shit

I call that getting tricked by a business

That shirt's hella dough

And having the same one as six other people in this club is a hella don't

Peep game, come take a look through my telescope

Tryna get girls from a brand and you hella won't

Man you hella won't

Goodwill... poppin' tags... yeah!

I wear your granddad's clothes

I look incredible

I'm in this big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road

I wear your granddad's clothes, damn right

I look incredible, now come on, man

I'm in this big ass coat, big ass coat

From that thrift shop down the road. Let's go

Is that your grandma's coat?

114. Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (ft. Ray Dalton) -- Can't Hold Us (May 4, 2013)

Ay, ay, ay

Good to see you, come on in, let's go

Yeah, let's go

Alright, alright

OK, uh, alright, OK

Alright, OK

Return of the Mack, get up!

What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't.

Looking for a better way to get up out of bed

Instead of getting on the Internet and checking a new hit me.

Get up! Thrift shop, pimp-strut walking, little bit of humble, little bit of cautious

Somewhere between like Rocky and Cosby. Sweater game, nope, nope y'all can't copy

Yup. Bad, moon-walking, this here is our party, my posse's been on Broadway,

And we did it our way.

Grown music, I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it

And yet I'm on...

Let that stage light go and shine on down,

Got that Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style.

Money, stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds,

But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town

Trust me. On my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit, hustling,

Chasing dreams since I was fourteen with the four track bussing

Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crush shit.

Labels out here,

Nah, they can't tell me nothing

We give that to the people,

Spread it across the country

Can we go back? This is the moment

Tonight is the night, we'll fight 'til it's over

So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

Nah, can I kick it? Thank you. Yeah I'm so damn grateful.

I grew up, really wanted gold fronts

But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you

Y'all can't stop me, go hard like I got an 808 in my heart beat

And I'm eating at the beat like you give a little speed to a great white shark on shark week

Raw. Tell me go up. Gone!

Deuces goodbye. I got a world to see, and my girl she wanna see Rome,

Caesar'll make you a believer.

Nah I never ever did it for a throne.

That validation comes from giving it back to the people.

Nah sing this song and it goes like

"Raise those hands, this is our party

We came here to live life like nobody was watching"

I got my city right behind me

If I fall, they got me.

Learn from that failure gain humility and then we keep marching. I said...

Wa oh oh oh wa oh oh oh wa oh oh

Let's go!

Na na na na na na na na (aha)

Hey

And all my people say

Na na na na na na na na

Mack-le-le-le-le-le-more...

115. Jay-Z (ft. Justin Timberlake) -- Holy Grail (August 10, 2013)

You'd take the clothes off my back and I'd let you

You'd steal the food right out my mouth

And I'd watch you eat it

I still don't know why, why our love is so much, ohh

(Thanks for warnin' me, thanks for warnin' me)

You curse my name in spite to put me to shame

Hang my laundry in the streets, dirty or clean

Give it up for fame

But I still don't know why, why I love it so much

(Thanks for warnin' me, thanks for warnin' me)

And, baby, it's amazin' I'm in this maze with you

I just can't crack your code

One day you screamin' you love me loud

The next day you're so cold

One day you're here, one day you're there, one day you care

You're so unfair

Sippin' from your cup 'til it runneth over

Holy Grail

Uh, uh, uh

Blue told me remind you niggas, uh

Fuck that shit y'all talking 'bout, I'm the nigga, uh

Caught up in all these lights and cameras, uh

But look what that shit did to Hammer, uh

Goddamn it, I like it

Bright lights is enticin', but look what it did to Tyson

All that money in one night, thirty mil' for one fight

But soon as all the money blows, all the pigeons take flight

Fuck the fame, keep cheatin' on me

What I do? I took her back

Fool me twice; that's my bad, I can't even blame her for that

Enough to make me wanna murder

Momma, please just get my bail

I know nobody to blame; Kurt Cobain, I did it to myself, uh

And we all just entertainers

And we're stupid and contagious

And we all just entertainers

Now I got tattoos on my body

Psycho bitches in my lobby

I got haters in the paper, photo shoots with paparazzi

Can't even take my daughter for a walk

See 'em by the corner store

I feel like I'm cornered off

Enough is enough, I'm callin' this off

Who the fuck I'm kiddin' though?

I'm gettin' high, sittin' low

Slidin' by in that big body, curtains all in my window

This fame hurt, but this chain worse

I think back you asked the same person

If this is all you had to deal with

Nigga, deal with, this shit ain't work

This light work, camera snappin', my eyes hurt

Niggas dying back where I was birthed

Fuck your iris and the IRS

Get the hell up off your high horse

You got the shit that niggas die for, dry yours

Why you mad? Take the good with the bad

Or throw the baby out with that bath water

You still alive, still that nigga

Nigga, you survived, you still gettin' bigger

Nigga, living the life, vanilla wafers in a villa

Illest nigga alive; Michael Jackson's Thriller

You get the air out my lungs whenever you need it

And you take the blade right out my heart

Just so you can watch me bleed

And I still don't know why, why I love you so much, yeah

(Thanks for warnin' me, thanks for warnin' me)

And you play this game in spite to drive me insane

I got it tattooed on my sleeve

Forever in ink with guess whose name

But I still don't know why, why our love is so much, yeah

(Thanks for warnin' me, thanks for warnin' me)

Don't know why

116. Eminem -- Berzerk (September 14, 2013)

Now this shit's about to kick off, this party looks wack

Let's take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch

I'm 'bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back

That's why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-ag

Just like I did with addiction I'm 'bout to kick it

Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets

Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket

But quick to get impaled when I tell 'em stick it

So sick I'm looking pale, wait, that's my pigment

'Bout to go ham, ya bitch, shout out to Kendrick

Let's bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch

The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren

And I don't mean Stimpy's friend, bitch

Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

Kick your shoes off, let your hair down

(and go berzerk) all night long

Grow your beard out, just weird out

(and go berzerk) all night long

We're gonna rock this house until we knock it down

So turn the volume loud, cause it's mayhem 'til the A.M.

So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go

Say "Fuck it!" before we kick the bucket

Life's too short to not go for broke

So everybody, everybody (go berzerk), shake your body

Guess it's just the way that I'm dressed, ain't it?

Khaki's pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain't

That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint

Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint

So if love is a chess game, check mate

But, girl, your body's banging, jump me in, dang, bang-bang

Yes siree, 'Bob', I was thinking the same thang

So come get on this Kid's rock, Baw with da baw, dang-dang

Pow-pow, chica, pow, chica, wow-wow

Got your gal blowing up a valve, valve-valve

Ain't slowing it down, throw in the towel, towel-towel

Dumb it down, I don't know how, huh-huh, how-how

Least I know that I don't know

Question is are you both so smart enough to feel stupid

Hope so, now hoe...

And they say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam

All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo

With the ugly Kardashian

Lamar, oh sorry yo, we done both set the bar low

Far as hard drugs are though, that's the past

But I done did enough Codeine to knock future into tomorrow

And, girl, I ain't got no money to borrow

But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)

Oh, Marshall Mathers

Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered

Kangols and car-heart-less cargos

Girl, you're fixing to get your heart broke

Don't be absurd, ma'am, you birdbrain baby

I ain't called anybody baby since Birdman, unless you're a swallow

Word, Rick, word, man, you heard, but don't get discouraged, girl

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

117. Eminem -- Rap God (November 2, 2013)

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance

(Six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it

(Six minutes, six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Just a feeling I've got

Like something's about to happen

But I don't know what

If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble

Big trouble. And if he is as bananas as you say

I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a living and a killing off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissing match

With this rappity brat

Packing a MAC in the back of the Ac

Backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period

Here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad

For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap

Immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)

MCs get taken to school with this music

'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bust a rhyme'

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim

Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N.W.A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren

Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them

Into the motherfuckin' Rock n'

Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church

And burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of shame

You fags think it's all a game

'Til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and

Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay-looking boy

So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, looking boy

You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy

Oy vey, that boy's gay

That's all they say, looking boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what d'you say, looking boy?

I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy

I'mma work for everything I have

Never asked nobody for shit

Get outta my face, looking boy

Basically boy you're never gonna be capable

Of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy, 'cause

I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin

You're rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading

Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking dead

But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep-throating

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself

In the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me

My honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize

What I do though for good

At least once in a while so I wanna make sure

Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to

Maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case 'cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I

Was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes

But sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to

Censor you like that one line I said

On "I'm Back" from The Mathers LP

One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line

Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine

See if I get away with it now

That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel

With fucking cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new ray gun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya

Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag

At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man

While he played piano

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special

On the cable channel

So Ray J went straight to the radio station the very next day

"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"

Lyrics coming at you with supersonic speed, (JJ Fad)

Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you

I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music

You make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream."

Well, that's what they do

When they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop."

'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

"I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use."

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins to

Unghh, school flunky, pill junky

But look at the accolades these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to

When I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk. So, Satan, take the fucking wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz

Still "Chunky, but Funky"

But in my head there's something

I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and

Here's what they want from me

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation

And understand the discrimination

But fuck it

Life's handing you lemons

Make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan

It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas

And take a vacation to trip a broad

And make her fall on her face and

Don't be a retard, be a king?

Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

118. Eminem (ft. Rihanna) -- The Monster (November 16, 2013)

[Rihanna:]

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

[Eminem:]

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek

Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey

Wanted to receive attention for my music

Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me

For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways

Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated

When I blew; see, but it was confusing

'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)

Hit the lottery, oh wee

But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet

It was like winning a used mink

Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink

I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep

Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith

But I'm actually weirder than you think

'Cause I'm

[Rihanna:]

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

[Eminem:]

Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me

To seize the moment and don't squander it

'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow

So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from

(Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders.

No wonder you're losing your mind the way it wanders.)

Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo

I think it went wandering off down yonder

And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen

'Cause I need an interventionist

To intervene between me and this monster

And save me from myself and all this conflict

'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it

My OCD's conking me in the head

Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking

I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying

Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

[Eminem:]

Call me crazy but I have this vision

One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian

But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at

MCs, blood get spilled and I'll

Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track

Give every kid who got played that

Pumped up feeling and shit to say back

To the kids who played him

I ain't here to save the fucking children

But if one kid out of a hundred million

Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that's great

It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back

In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that

Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack

Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts

I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that

It's nothing, I'm still friends with the

119. Pitbull (ft. Kesha) -- Timber (January 18, 2014)

[Ke$ha]

It's going down, I'm yelling timber

You better move, you better dance

Let's make a night you won't remember

I'll be the one you won't forget

Wooooah (timber), wooooah (timber), wooooah (it's going down)

Wooooah (timber), wooooah (timber), wooooah (it's going down)

[Pitbull]

The bigger they are, the harder they fall

These big-iddy boys are dig-gidy dogs

I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off

Twerking in their bras and thongs, timber

Face down, booty up, timber

That's the way we like to-what?-timber

I'm slicker than an oil spill

She say she won't, but I bet she will, timber

Swing your partner round and round

End of the night, it's going down

One more shot, another round

End of the night, it's going down

[Pitbull]

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane

Nah, it's just me, ain't a damn thing changed

Live in hotels, swing on planes

Blessed to say, money ain't a thing

Club jumping like LeBron now, Volн

Order me another round, homie

We about to clown. Why? 'Cause it's about to go down

Swing your partner round and round

End of the night, it's going down

One more shot, another round

End of the night, it's going down

120. Iggy Azalea (ft. Charli XCX) -- Fancy (May 4, 2014)

First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)

Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)

And I'm still in the Murda Bizness

I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)

You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)

Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)

Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris

High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)

Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)

Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?

Champagne spillin', you should taste that

I'm so fancy

You already know

I'm in the fast lane

From L.A. to Tokyo

I'm so fancy

Can't you taste this gold?

Remember my name

'Bout to blow

I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this"

Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is

And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it

Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department

Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline

And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind

So get my money on time, if they not money, decline

I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind

Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?

Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that

I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold

I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

Trash the hotel

Let's get drunk on the mini bar

Make the phone call

Feels so good getting what I want

Yeah, keep on turning it up

Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck

Film star, yeah I'm deluxe

Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch

Ow...

Still stuntin', how you love that?

Got the whole world asking how I does that

Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that

Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that

It's just the way you like it, huh?

You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?

Never turn down nothing

Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y

That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y

Blow

121. Nicki Minaj -- Anaconda (September 6, 2014)

My Anaconda don't...

My Anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit

Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins

Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace

Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish

Now that's real, real, real,

Gun in my purse, bitch I came dressed to kill

Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils

I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill

I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?

He can tell I ain't missing no meals

Come through and fuck him in my automobile

Let him eat it with his grills,

He keep telling me to chill

He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal

He said he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab

So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like...

Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles

Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's

Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle

Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil

Now that bang bang bang,

I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine

He toss my salad like his name Romaine

And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain

I'm on some dumb shit

Little in the middle but she got much back

Oh my God (look at her butt)

Yeh, he love this fat ass

Yeah! This one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club

I said, "Where my fat ass big bitches in the club?"

Fuck the skinny bitches,

Fuck the skinny bitches in the club

I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the motherfucking club

Fuck you if you skinny bitches. What? Yeah. Ha-ha, ha... (Kyuh)

Yeah. I got a big fat ass. Come on! (Kyuh)

Hey

122. Iggy Azalea (ft. Rita Ora) -- Black Widow (October 18, 2014)

I'm gonna love ya

Until you hate me

And I'm gonna show ya

What's really crazy

You should've known better

Than to mess with me, honey

I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya

Gonna love ya, gonna love ya

Like a black widow, baby

This twisted cat and mouse game always starts the same

First we're both down to play then somehow you go astray

We went from nothing to something, liking to loving

It was us against the world and now we just fucking

It's like I loved you so much and now I just hate you

Feeling stupid for all the time that I gave you

I wanted all or nothing for us ain't no place in between

Might, might be me believing what you say that you never mean

Like it'll last forever but now forever ain't as long

If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be stuck singing this song

You were different from my last but now you got it mirrored

And as it all plays out I see it couldn't be clearer

Now sing

You used to be thirsty for me

But now you wanna be set free

This is the web, web that you weave

So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

I'm gonna l-l-l-love you until it hurts

Just to get you I'm doing whatever works

You've never met nobody

That'll do you how I do ya

That will bring you to your knees

Praise Jesus hallelujah

I'm-a make you beg for it, plead for it

Till you feel like you breathe for it

Till you do any and everything for it

I want you to fiend for it

Wake up and dream for it

Till it's got you gasping for air

And you lean for it

'Till they have a CAT scan and check on your mind

And it's nothing but me, on it (on it, on it, on it)

Now it's me-time believe that

If it's yours when you want it

I wouldn't promise I need that

Till I'm everywhere that you be at

I can't fall back go quick

Cause this here a fatal attraction so I take it all or I don't want shit

123. Bobby Shmurda -- Hot Boy (November 22, 2014)

In Truey, I'm some hot nigga

Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas

Like you seen em twirl then he drop, nigga

And We Keep them 9 milli's on my block, nigga

And Monte Keep it on him, he done dropped niggas

And Trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga

Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga

Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga

Running through these checks till' I pass out

Your shawty gave me neck 'til I pass out

I swear to God, all I do is cash out

And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house

I been selling crack since like the 5th grade

Really never made no difference what the shit made

Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain

Get that money back and spend it on the same thing

Shawty like the way that I ball out

I be getting money till' I fall out

You talking cash dog, I goes all out

Shawty love the way that I floss out

Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out

Mama said no pussy cats inside my dog house

That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound

Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out

We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em

With the 16's, we gon' put some shots on em'

I send a lil' thot to send the drop on em'

She gon' call me up and I'mma sick the hots on 'em

Grimey savage, that's what we are

Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star

GS9, I go so Hard

But GS for my gun squad

And bitch if there's a problem we gon' gun brawl

Shots poppin 'out The AR

I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw

Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark

Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho

Subwave, free Greezy, ho

And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho

Mitch caught a body 'bout a week ago

Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho

Run up on that nigga get to squeezing, ho

Everybody catching bullet holes

Niggas got me on my bully yo

I'mma run up, put that gun on 'em

I'mma run up, go dumb on 'em