How to Be an MC, Vol. 45: Instrumentals

''*Intro

F-are-E-S-H
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Yes I'm fresh

hair check (uh-huh)
Gear check (uh-huh)
Lip-gloss check (yes)
Bag check (got it)
Jewelz check (always)
Whip check (o.k.)

''*Chorus

I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh
I stays fresh, fresh, fresh
My Hair be fresh
My gear be fresh
Oh yea I'm fresh I got to stay fresh
I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop
I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (yea) out the zip-lock

''*Verse 1

I'm fresh dressed like a million bucks
Got the Louis Vuitton goggles
Emilio Pucci pumps with the Gucci Bra 36C cup
Both middle fingers up cause I don't give two fucks
And I'm fresh, fresh
Yes don't get mad
Bow-Legged stance crazy
Look at the swagg
Look at the bag
And its official look at the tags
And I ain't gay but goddamn my bitches is bad
And we fresh
You home depressed, you always stressed
You try to get fly but you don't never get fresh
I get compliments like Ma you fresh
And I'm just taking out the garbage damn I ain't even dressed

''*Chorus

And I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh
I stays fresh, fresh, fresh
My Hair be fresh
My gear be fresh
Oh yea I'm fresh I got to stay fresh
I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop
I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (yea) out the zip-lock

''*Verse 2

I'm back on the scene
Krispy with Kreme
I ain't OutKast but I'm so fresh and so clean
Said I'm back the scene Krispy with Kreme
I ain't have to say it twice but it just sound so mean
Yes I'm the queen
And I stay fresh
And I'm still sexy so I have to get blessed
Ya socks is fresh
Ya boxers is fresh
I'm still using condoms in case ya cock ain't fresh yes
Tell the truth, I need no less than the best
Because I like to over do it I'm extra fresh
And these hoes is stupid they extra deaf
But you ain't go to listen or hear me
I know that you can see that...

''*Chorus

I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh
I stays fresh, fresh, fresh
My Hair be fresh
My gear be fresh
Oh yea I'm fresh I got to stay fresh
I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop
I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (yea) out the zip-lock

''*Verse 3

And Remy Ma fresh
Petite Paton fresh
With the mean Gino Green hoodie on, I'm fresh
Everyday I get dressed, I pop tags, I'm fresh
Joe Jeans fitting nice on the ass, I'm fresh
In NY, I'm fresh
In the Chi, I'm fresh
In the A, M-I-A, and L.A., I'm Fresh
Yes, in Texas I'm the freshest
Shopping reckless,
In case I dirty myself then I got refreshments
I'm fresh
The definition of fresh
On the phone, with my shorty talking to him all fresh
I don't re-do or re-use
I'm fresh
Looking in the rear view like "Oo, I'm fresh"
Yes, I'm so..

''*Chorus

I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm fresh, fresh, fresh
I'm so fresh, fresh, fresh
I stays fresh, fresh, fresh
My Hair be fresh
My gear be fresh
Oh yea I'm fresh I got to stay fresh
I'm always fresh and this is couture hip-hop
I'm so fresh its like I'm straight (yea) out the zip-lock

Ridin' in the drop-top with the top down
Saw you switchin' lanes, girl
Pull up to the red light, lookin' right
Come on, let me get your name, girl

Tell me where your from, what you do, what you like
Let me get your brain, girl
And tell me how they that got that pretty little face
On that pretty little frame girl

But let me show you 'round
Let me take you out
Betcha we can have some fun, girl
'Cause we can it do fast, fast, slow

Which ever way you wanna run, girl
But let me buy you drinks, better yet rings
Do it how you want it done, girl
And who would of thought that you could be the one 'cause I

[Chorus]
I can't wait to fall in love with you
You can't wait to fall in love with me
This just can't be summer love, you'll see
This just can't be summer love-o-v-e

Come on, and let me show you 'round
Let me take you out
Betcha we can have some fun, girl
'Cause you could dress it up, we could dress it down

Any way you want it done, girl
Or we can stay home talkin' on the phone
Rappin' till we see the sun, girl
Do what I gotta do just gotta show you

That I'm the one, girl
Well, I'm a freak ya right each and every night
I know how to do it insane, girl
'Cause I can make ya hot, make ya stop

Make ya wanna say my name, girl
Come on, baby, please 'cause I'm on my knees
Can't get you off my brain, girl
But who would of thought that you could be the one 'cause I

[Chorus: x2]

Summer's over for the both of us
(Summer's over)
But that doesn't mean we should give up on us
(Don't give up)
You're the one that I've been thinkin' of
(You're the one)
And I knew the day I met you you'd be the one

[Chorus: x2]

[Ransom]
Where the fuck's all these niggas saying Ran' isn't hot
I damage the block
I scramble like Randall with rocks
I'm that nigga in the gambling spot
Cracking jokes and drinking liquor
You still gotta hand me your watch
I'm in the kitchen with the pans and the pots
Razor on the plate, trying to figure out how many grams I'm a chop
Family or not, some niggas making plans with the cops
Trying to figure how to make this animal stop
Who these niggas trying to take down
Break down, tray pound, eight rounds
He ain't feeling nothing from the waist down
Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your Barkley posters
Got no time to be boxing around
I got the ox and the pound
I'll leave you in the box in the ground
Got the keys to the game, and we locking this down
Underwater with the sharks, and we not gonna drown
Got the order from the narcs, they still watching the town
I'm copping a pound
They ain't no stopping us now, my nigga

[Freck Billionaire]
Ya clip trip, clip spit
Get your strip wet
I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats
Player haters talking 'bout they gonna get Freck
I'm in the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck
They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price, plus it smoke speci
Three thousand full pound of some Dro Pesci
Y'all niggas only talkers
I'll let my homies spark ya
We in the spurs, that's faster than Tony Parker
This is family nigga don't ever cross my brother
Like Big Worm, niggas rather cross their mother
Mention names in my family tree
This nigga talking crazy like insanity plea
I, swear to god, the next nigga I give it to
Is going to a place FedEx can't deliver to
I'm West Philly Freck, yeah I get dirty
I'm the best, hands down, like six-thirty

[Paul Cain]
Look
Like Michael J. Fox, I got +Family Ties+
Posing us can't be wise
Swept across the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
Throw the drop, or slip an object, if not then missing
Nine shot, pop a clip in, pine box the opposition
Put him in formal dress, right hand across the left
No autopsy necessary, determined the cause of death
Six shots across the chest should explain his loss of breath
Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest
That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers
I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter
To this here, I'm no stranger
It's obvious you no bangers
You dudes pose no danger
Your whole crew chumps, in the closet like coat hangers
Like purple broke up in the dutch
Leave you broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we operate

[Joe Budden]
Yo
Niggas is letting birds turn the tables on they squad
Need help with a jump, got some cables in the car
Cause they all become nondescript
When something bright is on your wrist
Like you repping the bionic six
Who wanna fire, when guns fire, your lungs tire
I'm an idol, niggas is San-jaya, now who wanna try us
That four-five will spit
I'll slump you in the driver seat
And make you really ghost ride the whip
It's real talk, shade niggas couldn't get a tan from me
Cause I get in the ring for that Vince McMahon money
Soon as his un-tuck BAM
Talking about you touch grams
I'm coming through your window something like +Brother Man+
It's just who we are
If I see yar, it's E.R
Vacay in D.R., shirt and jeans, g-star
Tell me how they gonna manage
Letting off Virgina Techs now, dudes ain't even safe on campus
Gotta spaz on cowards
Every twenty-four, every half-hour
Niggas be trying to be Jack Bauer
So let fam' keep talking
You gonna need a "Weekend At Bernie's"
If you trying to see a +Dead Man Walking+

[Red Cafe]
I guess it's left to me, the popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga
Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga
Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump
'Fore them bodies drop out, six glocks in the trunk
Chef boy supplying, whip whop is drying
When they move that, more whip whop arriving
And my connect from Phoenix, the connect named Phoenix
Still Keep the iron like my right hand anemic
For for the family, I'll be squeezing, no reason
Blood work, nobody leaving this bitch breathing
Niggas on the low, kidnapped my flow
Coulda asked for it, I woulda gift wrapped my flow
Don't gotta ask for it, I'm gonna sit back the fo'
Flip it around, let the handle crack ya jaw
East-side, west-side, I'll be in my Converse
This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse
Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am
All they gotta do is chirp
And them things are gonna blis-am
Shake down, fiz-am
Straight from the Brooklyn borough that never riz-an
Block-ay block-ay

[Fabolous]
Now if they get me on wire traces
I'm gonna die in com-stat
I got prior cases from riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by arms lock
We gonna go this liar harm while his crying moms watch
Last seen in Brooklyn, they found in a Bronx lot
Rifles on the roof, yeah we got him by a long shot
We don't fire warning shots, niggas fire on swat
And if they get me, Brooklyn gonna riot on spot
I'm from the hood, so I'm supplying bomb rock
'Round here that's better than buying Viacom stock
Look, you can't hold nothing, but I got a shell to give
I'll make his relative show me where the fella live
Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Maybe' Miss
Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby sis
If he heard yet, bet that get the word buzzing
You send a message when you kill a nigga third cousin
Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too
This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do
You Clay Aiken-soft
You playing games until this red light's on ya
It's like the Playstation's off
Smith & Wesson work, Luger nine labor
Professional shit like they did me on majors

This is family nigga, do not cross the brothers
I'll put you in the box, one hand across the other
A small price to pay, son, it might cost your mother
One of your grandparents, even your baby brother
Cause everybody knows, everybody goes
I want them in coffins, everybody's closed
Related by the streets, this is family beef
So better not touch a branch on this family tree
Nigga

I'm an ever spinning top
Whirling around 'till I drop
Oh, but what am I to do
My mind is in a whirlpool
Give me a little hope
One small thing to cling to

[Chorus: x2]
You got me going in circles
Oh, around and around I go
You got me going in circles
Oh, around and around I go

First you go and tell me this
Then you go and doin that
Its mixed signals in my head
You never give me straight facts
Comin' at me with these stories
Taken up a playa time
You seemed confused up in yo head
And you can not make up your mind
I'd be the first one to listnin'
But I think its disrespect
Lyin' through yo teeth talkin' out the side of yo neck
Got me goin' round and round
Make a playa wanna hurt ya
Thinkin' that you was straight up
Got me goin' in a circle

Ay, my head is constantly spinnin' twistin'
'cause Nadas was trippin' on me
First time for ya lovy dubbi
And now he call me his homie
Wishy washy kinda feelin
Tryna play wit my emotions
And mumbled the words I love you
Went then said that he was jokin'
Stuffed up in the mind
Tough love is what he calls it
I don't read between the lines
Now you need to get the talkin'
Spell it out and make it clear
Don't tell me what I wanna hear
Yes or no jus' goin' and say it
'cause inside I'm goin' crazy

[Chorus]

I'm strung out over you (you, ova you)

Yes it relaxes me, satisfactory,
Treat me like a queen
It was love at first sight on that night
Once I stepped on the scene
Now my body once I got it
Fulfillin' all my needs
He had my feenin', obscenein' not meanin'
Jus' smellin' his grease
I really want him, yes I want him
But the law disagrees
Our loves illegal certain people
Man I wish they could see me
He got me goin' in circles
As dizzy as I wanna be
Down through my toes
He feel my soul
Man I want him badly

Ay, shawty got me spinnin'
Like I drunk tha whole fifth
Waitin' on my baby girl call her I need a lift
Baby saved out the rip
But can't save my ship
Love the way the jam wobble
In the thong that she get
Prey to blissin' ova here
Let me push yo button
I'm a real gangsta shawty, don't worry bout nothin'
5 hours lata, bussin' unconditional lovin'
And can tell the whole click
This one here, I'm cuffin'

[Chorus]

I'm strung out over you (I need you, ova you)

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

[Chorus]
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)

I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the fuck cares
I'm stanky rich
I'ma die trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah i smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now i play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? I'm already black
Rich? I'm already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, fuck the chitter chat
I'm the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
"I blood clot, chop ya leg"
Do not fuck with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dead!

[Chorus]

You can call this my new shit
But it ain't new tho
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now I'm in the Enzo, Ferrari, I'm sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click break dance
Backspin, head spin, flat line, ya dead then
9 shells, Mac-10,
"who wan get it cracking?!"
I was young, i couldn't do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
I'm so forgetful, they calling me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they calling me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrist and my left hand
Bling like
You like my style
Ha ha 'm heading to the bank right now

[Chorus]

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a Teflon Don, but i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Colt
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
I I get it,
Whoa hey
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa hey
I run New York!
Whoa
I get money, money is got
I'm back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
I'm bringing the heat man,
I get money, money is got
I'm on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Trying to stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Don't get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said don't get outta line
I I get it
I I get it
Yeah, yeah.