Booba Ft. Momma - Remo

Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Fair Exchange No Robbery, Scrabble, Power Nap, Death & Taxes (Feat. Boldy James), Latin Quarter, Pt. 2, Latin Quarter, Pt. 1, Craven N 3, Breaking Atoms (Feat. Evidence), and 48 more. , and , . Purchasable with gift card Buy Digital Discography $370 USD or more (50% OFF) Send as Gift Share / Embed 1. Intro 00:39 info buy track 2. I Wanna Go To Hell (feat. The Notorious B.I.G.) 03:27 lyrics buy track When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hellCause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tellIt don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodiesDressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodiesGod will probably have me on some real strict shitNo sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick lickedHangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradiseFuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot diceAll my life I been considered as the worstLyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purseCrime after crime, from drugs to extortionI know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortionShe don't even love me like she did when I was youngerSuckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hungerI wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my liesMy babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshitThrow the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shitAnd squeeze, until the bed's, completely redI'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah headThe stress is buildin' up, I can't,I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mindI want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin' callin' meNaw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New JackExcept when I cross over, there ain't no comin' backShould I die on the train track, like Remo in BeatstreetPeople at the funeral frontin' like they miss meMy baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm goneShe knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' onI reach my peak, I can't speak,call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.[BANG](hey yo big...hey yo big) 3. 40 Days & 40 Nights (Feat. Tragedy Khadafi) 02:32 lyrics buy track I hit the turnpike on dirtbike with 2 heatersOn my way to Philly to fight for MumiaOnly thug guerillas will react to thisThe laws try to destroy black activistsHalf of y'all is performers and actressesI keep at least a 100 grand in the mattressesShit so hot, soon as I write it I get indictedI dare one y'all scared niggas to bite itI done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks offWith longjohns and 3 pairs of socks onDucking from the pigs so I don't get knocked offOr popped off, and y'all thugs is softThat's why your skirt get pulled up, clothes come offRed Dragons, can't even fuck with my brain patternI'm online, Pentium Plus and Benz wagonMahdi, believe me it do ring bellsIf you saw me do dirt you won't live to tellI'd done lived in a cell, did bids in hellHeld niggas at gunpoint for ransom and bail 4. Exclusive (Feat. Raekwon & Ghostface Killah) 01:54 lyrics buy track Aiyo Clientele KiddLayin in the crib gettin' ill money, those who 8 hours get gigGot rugby's on and 4/5thsAttractin' them niggaz I go against, the money was hisOne nasty unit of murderers, all type of Goons'll watchThen four minutes later they burgularsI heard from the grapevine mine made itElevate the name up, this gift gotta reign and his game went upAnd now he's stronger than ever, Nike jackets and ClassicsGo against it and it's instant vendettasHe run things, gun down Kings, check the joint the kid flyin' inCrib in Africa with two lionsSomethin' like the Prince of a jewel thief, so smack the millionsCame back wrapped it up, too sweetThe game is missin' somethin' uniqueI put too much to fall back on, I rather just sleepYo yo yo shoot him in his mouth.. (nah)Fuck him, get the gasoline tell Terry to pull the act upBring him to Rae warehouse, hang him from hooks then skin his assAs lame as he look he ready to cook (yeah)And he pleadin' for mercy, bleedin' from his dome and he thirstyThe first week we made him eat shit!Videotaped his wiz and I fucked his bitchMade him watch me on the couch havin' fun with his kidsSo what hurts more: is it me showin' love to ya fam?Or you in the box laid under the floor?Or keep you alive blow torchin' ya balls?My murder chainsaw, ya bloods on my Scarface wallsNot even Ajax can clean that, JackWe need that maintenace man shit that kill that greasy blood on contactFinish you off 'cause I'm pressed for timeYour man and 'em will be next to dieMothafucka! 5. Land Of The Crooks (Feat. Sean Price & Maffew Ragazino) 01:53 lyrics buy track Verse 1: Sean PriceP, the nicest nigga in the boroughSean Price nice and all of my verses thoroughLotta niggas spittin', but none of y'all niggas Ruck rawRappin' after P, I'm like pfff, what the fuck forListen, don't fuck with the bestI'll cut your hands off, so you can upchuck your setRuck is a vet, when touchin' the sketYour whole life say goodnight, like the cousin of deathAsthma attack rap, don't get punched in the chestYou will suck on your suck seeds when suckin' on cessMy criminal mind impervious to submissionMy criminal rhyme will burn a fifth at you bitchesHighly unlikely to find a nigga bettaKojack, Columbo cold rockin' berettas (bong)Blam, blam, duke you Canada cookedMother fuckin' Sean Price in the land of the crooksVerse 2: Maffew RagazinoIt's senior, uhAin't no shook hands in BrooklynI'm from where the jooks scam and cook gramsCrack rock zombies goin' super HAMIn Vietnam, the war's on, my hooligansI'll probably back track down and book famIf they see 'em in the community nigga food manR.I.P. MCA, no sleep tillNever ran, never will nigga B-Ville (Brownsville)Salvaged denim and my Jordan IIsBlack mobb boss ring leader, motley crewMy bitches a stallion, no horse shoesI only pop bottles wine bottles that need cork screwsNets fan cause the Knicks ain't shitNumber one whether or not they win a championshipI'm from the only mother fuckin' borough with a teamBrooklyn, NYC (Senior) 6. Cognac Phantoms (Feat. Roc Marciano & Hus Kingpin) 02:23 info buy track 7. Banlieue (Feat. Booba & Rim'K) 02:54 info buy track 8. Cases Of Scotch (Feat. Project Pat) 02:59 info buy track about This week, after 9 years of music, they killed my Youtube account for copyright infringement because of all the acapellas I've used on my remixes. To celebrate this loss, here's a remix compilation.RIP YOUTUBE 2007-2016 $(".tralbum-about").last().bcTruncate(TruncateProfile.get("tralbum_about"), "more", "less"); credits released February 5, 2016 Produced & Mixed by Nicholas CravenArtwork by Nicholas CravenPhoto by Logan Mackay $(".tralbum-credits").last().bcTruncate(TruncateProfile.get("tralbum_long"), "more", "less"); license some rights reserved tags Tags hip-hop/rap soul the notorious b.i.g. biggie boom bap da godfatha east coast hip hop instrumental mashup new york hip hop remix sampled samples sampling underground hip hop Montreal Shopping cart total USD Check out about Nicholas Craven Montreal, Québec

Booba ft. Momma - Remo

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