Malik on the beat Ayo Bleu No, no, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no, no, no (Turn Me Up Josh) Whoa, oh, oh Them niggas act like they don't need us They do everything we do, they wanna be us Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up He rather go and blow her back instead of re-up You weren't on that block when that shit was goin' on I wasn't worryin' 'bout the other side when that shit was goin' on And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones I used to draw Lil' Mo name on the styrofoam I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all" The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign them all, hm I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her titties hang She told Bandz I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything I always ride around with guns in that Bentley thang We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner You ain't did shit to same nigga who shot ya 'Fore you hit that door, gotta pick your Glock up Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my momma Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers Close that backdoor Can't get shaked at by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know 'Cause I know that this phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh) Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony That's a bet I'm the voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat Don't get stressed, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X I know what happened to your homie, don't be next He got that get back, for his block, I tilt my hat I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks Went to the trench store, the treys on the mat (yeah) They be callin' me, you hangin' with dangerous I'm just slidin' 'til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest In the trenches, I feel the safest On the radio, shoutout Nephets Did it off the love, but I gave 'em faces Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie Close that backdoor 'cause I know that this phony Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie Close that backdoor 'cause I know this love phony Close that backdoor, can't get shaked at by my homie Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)