Ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz I ride on these niggaz (hahaaa) I ride on these niggaz Let's get it! Super charger, the same color as PJ (Yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Big niggaz offed, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In '9-AY! I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (Hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the Minuteman still do tricks on me Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggaz still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggaz love me because I talk that lingo And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never sold the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... They lies, they phonies, they fakes, These niggaz ain't never touched the weight And I'm the muhfuckin' bi-nuss... Nowadayz the GT's glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that muhfucka 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 souls away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streetz (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggaz rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends 'Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, Imma make it snow blizzards I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggaz playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggaz ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppaz by the door-ways

Yo, Red Spyda (ooh-wee) is that 50 Cent-'Pac joint ready? Let me know, holla- There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future Yeah, n-, haha Let's go n-, this is what it is 2Pac cut his head bald Then you wanna cut yo head bald (you p- n-) 2Pac wear a bandanna You wan' wear a bandanna (what do we have here now?) 2Pac put a cross on his back You wanna put crosses on yo back N- you ain't 2Pac - this 2Pac Is it, money or women to funny beginnings, tragic endings I can make a million and still not get enough of spending (yeah) And since my life is based on sinnin', I'm hell-bound Rather be buried than be worried, livin' held down My game plan to be trained Military mind of a thug lord, sittin' in the cemetery cryin' I've been lost since my adolescence, calling to Jesus Balling as a youngster, wondering if he sees us Young black male, c- sales got me three strikes Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die Wonder when we all pass is anybody listening? Got my, hands on my semi-s-, everybody's listenin' Please God, can you understand me? Bless my family Guide us all, before we fall into insanity I make it a point, to make my peep bumpin' warlike Drop some s-, to have these stupid b- jaws tight (yeah) 'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me) (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be) You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me) (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see Since you're crying for mercy, I promise my success'll be the death of you Lord and behold you sold your soul, n- there's nothin' left of you (yea) Look in the mirror, ask yourself who are you? If you don't know who you are, how could your dreams come true? Motherf-, I sat back and watched You pretended to be 'Pac, you pretended to be hot But you're not (now) - I see it so clear You can't take the pressure, you p-, I warned you not to push me You see me and chills run up your spine God made men the same boy, but your heart ain't like mine Press, they look at me like I'm a menace I was playing with g- while your momma had your punk-a- playing tennis I'm a nightmare, you see me when you dream Wake up, turn on your TV and see my a- again You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own F- The Source, I'm on cover of Rolling Stone (haha-haha) 'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me) (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be) You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me) (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see 'Til Makaveli returns, it's "All Eyez On Me" (on me) (What do we have here now?) And you can hate it or love it, but that's what it's gon' be (gon' be) You should've listened, I told you not to f- with me (with me) (What do we have here now?) Now can you take the pressure, that's what we gon' see Whoa

Just for now, just for now, just for now Just for now, just for now, just for now It's that time of year Leave all our hopelessnesses aside If just for a little while Lil B, Based God King of rap, I can bet my money on that Can't face the facts that a young guy killin' shit Give me another shot and I'mma come with my mask on Seen a lot of growth since I came with the Vans song Now it's '09 and I'm runnin' with the Based God Fire in my eyes, mix my soul with the napalm Mix and master, all I need is dro and one mic One pad, one pen, iPod, dim lights Feelin' like a plane when it's up and it's in flight Dressing everyday like I'm dead with the pinstripe This a few things that show that I'm the rawest Spend the cash everyday so I'm ballin like Spalding Want beef, like six I'll have you baldin' like Baldwin Your favorite rapper out, I'mma lay 'em in a coffin No talkin' when I'm talkin', cause it's legend, pay attention Only time I sat in class was when I'm serving a detention I fuck with Soulja Boy, get money nigga Everytime I see rappers, all I'm thinking, "I'ma get him" In the booth or in the streets, I been known to tear and rip 'em Fifteen and sixteen, eyes breaking down the system Nobody can tell me nothing, I was living off my system Head fucked up, I thought it would be cool to go to prison Watching Hot Boyz on BET getting all these women So I got my gold grill because I'm thugged out with 'em B-Town, Waterfront, and I put on for my city We done did it for six years, just reached twenty A lot of dudes I grew up with didn't see twenty Everytime I have a birthday, I'm thinking, "God love me" Everytime I hit the beat, man, I do it for my Mom Workin' hard every day, I'mma make it where it's mine I'mma hustle all the time, like Lil Wayne do If you up against me, you get ate like grapefruit My first reaction was like, just chill and stay cool The rap game is slow, and it just ain't cool Always jocking on my style and it just ain't you Only time I feel you is if a based boy do Because I'm a rap god and a based boy, too I can listen to the hate and put the volume on mute So the only thing I hear is the horses in the coupe And when the roof go down, it reminds me of my chick Getting money off the floor because I'm trapping like a bitch— Like Gucci Mane said, but it's rich nigga clique And my name is Lil B, you can call me "king of rap" I done did a few things and I'm never goin back Mirror mirror on the wall, shit, I'm askin who the man is Lil B for "Lil Boss," I'm prayin to my canvas I deserve the crown because I'm speakin for the masses And I'm into weed, I'm gettin chiefy like Kansas Word to the wise, you should fear the competition Because I'm the only vet that's a Based God spittin And you ain't in the game until you make a thousand songs And you dyin' for this rap, 'cause it's the only thing you love Birth of Rap Birth of Rap

Ayy, man, it's your boy Lil B Down in Ohio (swag), fucking all these bitches (swag, swag) Drinking Coleridge, swag so saucy (woo!) Posted in Cleveland (woo!), drive to Columbus (swag) Bitches suck my dick (woo!), 'cause my swag on a hundred (woo!) Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio (woo!) Swag like Ohio (swag) Down in Ohio (woo! Woo!) Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio We some rich, I don't give a fuck Real nigga, gold grill Ten thousand, no deal No single, just me 30 thousand for a feature Hood niggas, ten thousand Based God, your bitch call me daddy Where you from? I got love for Cincinnati, Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Throw that shit up Ohio, throw that shit up, you feel me? They know Ohio, Columbus, Cincinnati Cleveland, throw that shit up man It's way more spots If you from Ohio, throw that shit up You feel me? Fuck bitches to this, get money in this Cook to this, Based God for life I'm based in life, showing that love I'm swagging like Ohio, you feel me? Woo! Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio Down in Ohio Swag like Ohio

It's Hoop Life We got a lot of competition on the court today I ain't gotta say my name but all I want to say is we ready to play I told my young niggas that this shit is kill season I send 'em an O.G now, they call it drill season I guess I'm stuck in the past with my old fucking cash I got straps on deck, no faggot I heard these suckas stealing swag They can't steal my swag it's two guns in the bag I made smart investments I own a couple stocks Put suckas in the ground I put they bitches on top The money on top I check this shit like Birdman You see me in the streets before rap, I'm the Birdman Like Young Stunna, I'm lookout and the runner I'm the buyer and supplier, I love to play, with the fire Tax niggas like we been doing, ain't nothing but shoo-shooing Tryna' make money move, niggas playing petty games Stuck in the 5th grade, I'm way past these niggas I'm so raw I slow it down to gas on niggas You hot, you hot today Like I said man we tryna' get you to score more than 15 and 20 points We tryna' have you average something crazy Some of these rules ain't fair So like I said we breaking the rules Every time Lil B play on the court He doing his own motherfucking thing making his own rules This Hoop Life, oh yeah Hoop Life toe Oh yeah we playing basketball for life baby Like I said man, we can do anything any-fucking day Anytime, Hoop Life mixtape we rocking Shout out to Lil B, Basedgod!

Welcome. This is Lil B Everybody put your hands in the air I'm rolling through these? I got bitches on my dick These niggas fuck with me Because I have respect And cause I Based freestyle They gotta cut me a check All these bitches on my dick And I just want some sex I say "that's alright! Baby you're OK! My name's Lil Boss Man my name's BasedGod All these bitches on my dick And I just want you to see [Hook] I got bitches, yeah! Everybody put your hands in the air My name's Lil B. Lil B for Lil Boss She let me suck her Let me do some things She let me see her naked She let me fuck her face She lets me do what I please I said I got bad bitches She said "oh that's not me" I say "you're my bitch!" I say "you're my bop!" I say "I fuck you all day And I will not stop" I said "I'm here for life Bitch you gotta love me My name's Lil Boss But they call me Lil B!" West Berkeley representative Coming straight from Basednam And I don't know what to do They ask me if I share I'm asking "who are you?" My dude is Hugh Hefner and he fucks with me "Hugh Hefner man, I got more bitches than you" He said "that's not right!" He said "you are a liar!" "Hugh Hefner, you see my bitches tonight?" And I'm young BasedGod and I dare you to see And I gotta question who got more bitches than me!