Marcus aka Young Cesar

Marcus arriva avec son Sweat a capuche gris et son baggy il regarda le micro il le prit et il voulait debuter dans le monde du Rap a Gta City et devenir populaire dans tous Gta City.

[Young Cesar Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Cesar Verse]
2 niggaz in the front, 2 niggaz in the back
Thats 4 niggaz ridin' strapped in grandpa's Cadillac
The voice in my head say fuck all these niggaz
Then i start thinkin', i should rob all these niggaz
Man my homies then wan' do whateva i wan' do
I say i wan' eat they say shit we wan' eat to
Lets ride around find a nigga stuntin' on front street
With the shine's on niggaz be lookin' like lunch meat
I run up on a nigga, pop one on the floor
Tell um come up off that shit 'fore we start poppin' some more
Fuck a ski mask, man niggaz know who i iz
I got a full clip and niggaz know i get biz

[Young Cesar Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Cesar Verse]
I'm up early in the mornin', tryna make a movie
Come in here with me shorty take your lil' on the school
Even though she cause the drama, you love your baby momma
I hit her with the llama to get this kick
There is the coke, the cash, the combo and the safe
But she don't know it, damn, ok go away
I play with your kid on the couch, while your bitch on the phone
Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home
You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly
In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
Now you can pray for a miracle and God might be hearin' you
When i'm not in the jam, i write in my hand

[Young Cesar Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

[Young Cesar Verse]
I got, its homies screamin' Buck you need to calm down
Niggaz be gettin' killed everytime you come around
We ran up in his crib made his momma kiss the ground
She askin' God, what my baby dunn did now?
Im takin' everythang, jewellry i want it all
Duck tape him up, rip the phone cords out the wall
Fuck waitin' we can startin' waitin' on tomorrow
So ask Satan if he got a car that i can borrow
Im inpatient like a money hungry rap star
I jack him for his chain and i can get a new Jaguar
The mack i have his brains all over the fuckin' sidewalk
And i'ma be on CNN again it ain't my fault
March nigga steff, right nigga lef'
G-Unit soldier i'm thuggin' till my death

[Young Cesar Chorus]
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you know i will
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, with the back of the steal
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, you'll get your cap pealed
I'll Whip Your Head Boy, your ass could get killed

Il enregistra la zik il posa le micro et alla s'asseoir il but de l'eau de sa bouteille et posa une serviette sur son épaule car il transpirai

[Chorus]
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank
Clickity clank, clickity clank
the money goes into my piggy bank

[Hook]
I'll get at you
my knife cut ya skin
I'll get at you
blow shots at ya man
I'll get at you
2pac dont pretend
I'll get at you
I'll put that to an end

Verse 1:
That shit is old, dont be screamin Get At me Dog,
Have you runnin for ya life when i match ya boy,
I get to wavin that semi like its legal,
a lil nigga hurt his arm lettin off that eagle,
you know me, black on black bentley, big ol black 9
ill clap yo monkey ass,yea black on black crime.
Big ol' chrome rims gleam, you know why I *Shyne*
C'mon man, you know how I Shyne.
Im in the hood, in the drop, teflon vinyl top
got a 100 guns a 100 clips, why I dont hear no shots?
that fat nigga thought "Lean Back" was "in the club",
My shit sold 11 mill, his shit was a dud.
Jada don't fuck wit me if u wanna eat,
cause I'll do ya little ass like Jay did Mobb Deep.
Yea homie in New York, niggas like ya vocals,
but thats only in New York dog, yo ass is local.

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money
yea, yea, get more money, more money

Verse 2:
Banks' shit sells, Buck's shit sells, Game shit sells,
Im rich as hell.
Shyne poppin off his mouth from a cell,
he dont want it wit me, he in PC.
I could have a nigga run up on him with a shank,
for just a few pennies out my piggy bank.
Yayo, bring the condoms, im in room 203
freak bitch look like kim, before the surgery
its an emergency, on Michael Jackson, see
you'll pitch her and say she looks like me,
Kelis say her milkshake bring all the boys to the yard
then Nas went and tattooed the bitch on his arm.
Im way out in Cali, niggas know you cuz,
First thing they say about u, you's a sucka for love
This is chess, not checkers, these are warning shots,
After ya next move, I'll give ya what I got. (YEEAH)

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Hook]

YEA! HAHAHA, Yall niggas gotta do somethin now man
all the shoot em up shit yall be talkin
you gotta do somethin baby!
I mean, i mean cmon man..everybody's listenin
nigga, everybody listenin!
hahahaha, I know you aint gonna let 50 do you like that
i mean, damn, rep yo hood nigga
nigga you hard, right?
pop off
Yayo, get Mobs & them niggas on the phone tell them niggas i said to grip up,
niggas got a green light on these mufuckas.. hahahahaha

Light the fire that needs the air)
(I won't burn unless your there)

[Young Cesar]
Yea, I need you, I need you to hate
So I can use it for your anger
You know, its very shit, feel this!

[Verse 1]
'merica's got a thing for this gangsta's shit, they love me
Black Chucks, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spills over raymo shit, I'ma fan
Got through the silver duck tape on my Tre Eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion 'n' shit
So like Nino went new jack, I'll have to cancel that bitch
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze up
Yo the empire on the low the narc's don't know I'm the weatherman
I take that coke leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homey I'm just triple beam, dreamin
Niggaz be schemin, I'm fiendin to live a good life
The fiends just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can't see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me

[Chorus]
I want the find the thing in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way when while I'm tryin to gett mine
And I'll buck you (buck you)
I don't care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga fuck you (fuck you)
I want to find the thing thats in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don't know shit about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black Talen start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can't fuck with me
Man my cold Gauge, they called me Chef Boy R 50
Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in their weed shit
Send me to seeds I'll grow 'em what they need
Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib that's chronic
And I'm sellin them 500 a pop god damn it
I sold everythin I'ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you its wine
If you analyze me, what you'll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes on in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If the rap was the block or a spot, I'll be that potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, be gettin money man

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Its a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin and drama means nothin
It's part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 BS to a clean VS
Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline
Play the curb and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo ass out to my estate
Them holo-tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender make a protein shake
I'm like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner'll tell you he don't got shit on me
The feds watch me, icey they can't stop me
Racist, pointin at me look at the niggarachi
Hello!

[Chorus]

[Chorus - repeat 2x]
Lil mama, show me how you move it
Better yet, put your back into it
Do your thing like it ain't nothing to it
Shake - sh-sh-shake that ass girl!

[Verse]
Go, go, go, 50 in the house
Bounce, y'all already know what I'm about
The flow sound sick over Dre drums nigga
I ain't stupid, I see Doc then my doe come quicker, whoa!
Shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves it so erotic
Girl watch, I'm like bounce that ass girl
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here
Front in here we'll thump in here ohh!!
So gutter, so ghetto, so hood
So gully, so grimey, what's good
Outside the Benz on dubs, I'm in the club wit the snub
Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing, uhh!

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Let's party! Everybody stand up
Everybody put your hands up
Let's party! Everybody bounce wit me
Some champagne and burn a little greenery

[Verse]
It's hot! Disco inferno!
Let's go! You're now rocking wit a pro
I get dough to flip dough, to get more fa sho'
Get my drink on, then get on the dance floor
Look homie I don't dance, all I do it this
It's the same two step wit a lil twist
Listen punk I ain't new to this, I'm true to this
Pay attention boy I'll teach you how to do this shit
You mix a little Goose wit a little Dom Perignon
And a little Hennessy, you know we fin' to carry on
I'm hollering at these shorties in the club trying to get right
We gon be up in this bitch till we break daylight

[Chorus]

[Verse]
You see me shining, lit up wit diamonds
Cause I stay grindin, uh huh!
Homie you can catch me swooping
Bentley Coupe and switching lanes, haha!
If you see me rolling, you know I'm holding
I'm bout my paper, yeah!
Nigga I'm serious, I ain't playing
I'll embed it in your brain, I'm off the chain, G Unit!!
Next level now, turn it up a notch
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot
Front on me, oh no, you know I'm loco
Hands up on the dance floor, okay let's go

[Chorus]

hg: desolé de flooder mais edite cousin t'as fait que 4 tounes...

HG: Pour commencer un petit single avec 4 ziks !

hg:bon je dit plus rien c'est toi qui vois..