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If Tomorrow Comes... (30.06.2009)
30.06.2009
1.
Million Bucks (feat. Swizz Beatz)
2.
Scene 1: If Tomorrow Comes...
3.
Back To Life (feat. Push! Montana)
4.
Remember My Name
5.
Gangsta (feat. B.G.)
6.
Scene 2: The Meeting
7.
All The Above (feat. T-Pain)
8.
Here Comes Trouble
9.
Scene 3: Hating
10.
11.
Let's Make A Movie
12.
Kill You
13.
Scene 4: Contemplating
14.
Runaway Slave
15.
Soldier
16.
Hood Love (feat. Trey Songz)
17.
Floating
18.
Scene 5: The Phone Call
19.
Celebrate
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Swizz
Hey hey oh

Maino
Hey Swizz
I think I woke up on the right side of the bed
That's how I feel

Swizz (hook)
I think I might give away a million bucks
I Cause I feel good
Yea I feel good
Cause I feel good
think I might give away a brand new truck
I think I might take alot of shopping sprees
U in the club goddam all drinks on me
Cause I feel good
Yea I feel good
Cause I feel good

Maino
Good Lord look what a beautiful day
My enimes ain't here they gone away
I feel good
Everything is ok
I feel liked giving all my money away
Cause niggas is broke ain't no bread in the hood
Look what they did they sellin Feds in the hood
I ain't going to change I'm coming back through the hood
Do what I do then back to the hood
I'm blessed
went places I never been
I live to see a black president
I'm good, yes I feel good
Drinks on me baby what's good!

Swizz (the hook)

For the ones who got more than 1 mouth to feed
Gas so high got em' riding on E
Daddy needs shoes and kids gotta eat
They can have every last Penney on me
Me and swizzy rollin in the lambo
Sit back runnin remminisin when I never had no
Dollas, pride is well poor dear mama
Stuck to the fight like a drained out boxer
So I know what it feels like to not have much
I should give away what I made last month
Cause I gotta alot to feel good about
I think I'm gonna give away a good amount

Swizz (the hook)

One shot for my niggas in the state pen
Two shots for my niggas still hustling (raa)
I feel good
I'm so good
Man I rose from the bottom and it feels good

Swizz
Man, I'm a introduce to you a new dance (new dance)
It's called the money dance (echo)
You pull the money out your pocket like this (like this)
You put your hands in the air like this (like this)
And you simply just umm.
Bounce throw it all around
(Throw) throw it all around x3
A little more now
Throw it all around
A little more now
Throw it all around

(the hook)

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Scene 1: If Tomorrow Comes...

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intro

verse 1
what up my nigga happy that ya home i miss you let me tell you whats been going on see since you been gone alot of things change we came up getting real money off of cane enough shit whole team meeting off of drug shit you like a brother to me you aint gotta touch shit o shit i believe every word you say fam but listen to me though i gotta bigger better plan look man we can get up in this rap shit you joking right go head with that wack shit relax kid we gotta use tactics we could get rich and we aint even gotta clap shit im sayin tho u aint no rapper yo exactly but none of that matters though cuz i could fool them wit a lil flashy flow look kid im only after dough we have to blow kno why cuz we gon give em real shit young nigga old nigga bet you they gon feel this think about it we already going hard we gon start a movement and name it hustle hard

chorus 1 (repeat 2x)
so what you wanna do
what you wanna do
i got a car wit a trunk full of money and its all for you
man im back to life welcome home nigga you deserve to be right

verse 2
hello
maino whats up
who this?
who you think it is daddy gotta be your bitch
ok
home now wassup wit tonight
ummm
nigga you gon give it to me first right
cuz i need that dick that ten year dick
ima freak you might bring another bitch
wow
look nigga pussy you could have tha ima give you everthing down to my ass crack
dammn its like that?
its like that
i like that
u like that?
yea
you a king ima treat you like that
yea i hear you talkig like you on the right track and after i see my p.o ima hit you rught back

chorus 2 (repeat 2x)
so what you wanna do
what you wanna do
i got some bomb ass head and a soft bed all for you
man im back 2 life welcome home daddy you deserve to be right

verse 3
have a seat

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Remember My Name

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Gangsta

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Scene 2: The Meeting

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Chorus [T-Pain]:
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
who im mission to be
What I'm destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above (x7)

Verse 1 [Maino]:
Listen
Really what do you see
When you looking at me?
See me come up from nothing,
To me living my dreams
I done been to the bottom,
I done suffered a lot,
I deserve to be rich,
Headed straight to the top
Look how I ride for the block,
Look how I rep for the hood,
I get nothing but love now
When I come through the hood
Getting this fortune and fame
Money aint going to shame
The new benz is all white,
Call it John McCain
How the hell could you stop me?
Why in the world would you try?
I go hard forever,
That's just how I'm designed,
That's just how I was built
See the look in my eyes?
You take all of this from me,
And I'm still gon' survive
You get truth from me,
But these rappers gon' lie
I'm a part of these streets
Till the day that I die
I wave hi to the haters,
Mad that I finally done made it
Take a look and you can tell
That I'm destined for greatness

(Chorus)
Tell me what do you see
When you looking at me
(woooahhhh)
what im mission to be
What I'm destined to be
(woooahhhh)
I done been through the pain and the sorrow
The struggle is nothing but love (nothing but love)
I'm a soldier, a rider, a ghetto survivor
And all the above
All the above (x7)

Verse 2: [Maino]

It's easy to hate,
It's harder to love me
Ya'll don't understand,
Ya'll quickly to judge me
Put your foot in my Nikes,
Picture you livin' my life,
Picture you stuck in a cell,
Picture you wasting your life,
Picture you facing a charge,
Picture you beating the odds,
Picture you willing to bleed,
Picture you wearing the scar
Thank you for making me struggle,
Thank you for making me grind
I perfected my hustle,
Tell me the world ain't mine
You've been seein' me lately,
I'm a miracle baby
I refuse to lose
This what the ghetto done made me
I put that on my father
Tryna hope for tomorrow
When I think that I can't,
I envision Obama,
I envision the diamonds,
I envision Ferraris
If the world was perfect,
All my niggas behind me
Ain't you happy I made it?
That I'm making a statement?
Take a look and you can tell
That I'm destined for greatness

Verse 3 [T-Pain]:
Now up on the spot (spot)
All the way from out on the block (block)
I hustle hard cause it's all the same
And you know that crime don't stop
Just 'cause I rose to the top
And everybody knows my name
Still runnin (still runnin),
Still hustlin (still hustlin)
No more pain (no more pain),
No more sufferin (no more sufferin)
To my ladies and my shorties and my thugs,
and the dancing starting to love

All the above (x7)

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Here Comes Trouble

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Scene 3: Hating

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Hustle hard stack paper
It's alright y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater

Yeah, dolla bills y'all, lotta bills y'all
New year tryna touch me a mill y'all
Came up now, I'm what's up now
When you shine all these haters wanna talk down

I don't feel a way by what a nigga say
It's alright love, I let a hater hate
Pull up on them see them paper plate
See da oyster perpetuate day today

It's a fact right niggas act trife
How they smile in your face then they back bite
I just laugh right, make em' mad like
Watch them turn around and say he ain't that nice

Getting bread dough, mad head hoe
Seems like they don't love you till you dead, yo
Let em' talk dog it, don't phase me
It might not be right if they don't hate me

Hustle hard stack paper
It's alright y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater

Yeah, let 'em see me
Hi hater, pull of easy
(Bye hater)
You don't like me?
(Why hater?)
Won't you tell 'em how mad I make ya?

I ain't caught up in all that hot talk
Caddy all white, call it Scott Storch
You don't feel me, ice grill me
Hate so bad, you wanna kill me

What it be, dog? We getting money here
Wanna snitch, man, get us a hundred years
That's sad dawg, why you mad for?
Is it the face on my bitch or her ass dawg?

Why you like dat? Dat ain't like black
We boss out in da club? You don't like that?
You know you like that, you wanna be me
Why you twistin' up your face when you see me?

Hustle hard, stack paper
It's alright, y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater

Where the haters at? All the hattin' cats
Yeah, look in the mirror nigga hate on that
Can't fuck wit me or keep up wit me
So you run and tell a bitch not to fuck wit me

'Cause we ballin, y'all crawlin'
It's aight mofucka keep talkin'
More money brings, more Henessy
More hate, more snakes, more enemies

Can't change dis, niggas ain't shit
Wild out pop more champagne bitch
Still G's up, they won't ease up
It's cool, niggas hated on Jesus

Can't tell 'em nuttin', niggas say I'm stuntin'
When they hate on you
Then you know you doin' somethin'

Hustle hard, stack paper
It's alright, y'all haters, it's nothing, we major
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater, hi hater, hi hater
You see me, hi hater

. . .

Let's Make A Movie

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Kill You

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Scene 4: Contemplating

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Runaway Slave

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Soldier

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(feat. Trey Songz)

Yeaah
Yeah they love it when I come through
Rollin like a thug dude
Top down, glidin in some nu
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

They see me in the hood
Everywhere I'm good
And they lovin and respectin like they should
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

(Yeah go chino listen)
Man know
I keep it own hood
And I will never change
Never go hollywood
Let it be understood
That I'll be in the hood
Right where the street is poppin
Right know I block them good
Now what this niggas thinkin (what)
That I don't really been
Places that I'll be speaking
The ghettos what I am dipping
My weapons be conceal
I'll livin how I feel
So f**k the record deal
Nigga my record real ooh
Now what you heard about me
The playin controversy
Now hommie no don't you doubt me
I keep em killers round me (eehh)
I come from kings county (yeah)
These haters want to tell me (yeah)
See how these b*tches tell me
New york about the crazy

Yeah they love it when I come through
Rollin like a thug dude
Top down, glidin in some nu
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

They see me in the hood
Everywhere I'm good
And they lovin and respectin like they should
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

Listen
Look now everybody know me
They get it poppin for me
You just think I'm around here
Unless you say you know me
I'm being places that
That is know never be
They say they come from out here
But we don't ever see
Me and my butchy b*tch
We in to see oh cool
Mami u gooood with me
My love is bullet proof
I homies speak the truth
My ties is really strong
Now watch me hop out those gates
Put on my jerry on
Now you can tell me that
I don't get her respects
I bought the candy truck right
Right in the projects
This ain't goin on as bad
This halloween at?
After the studio
Baby that's where id be at

Yeah they love it when I come through
Rollin like a thug dude
Top down, glidin in some nu
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

They see me in the hood
Everywhere I'm good
And they lovin and respectin like they should
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

They love it when your boy come on (ooh they love it)
Yeah they know what I'm about (about yeah yeah)
Ain't nothing bout this hood love (gotta know about this hood love)

They love it when your boy come on (they love it they love it)
Yeah they know what I'm about (about yeah yeah)
Ain't nothing bout this hood love (gotta know about this hood love)

Listen uh
So my niggas this from the hood
They call it home
To my hustlers try to stay open
Say your phones
We on the corner
We drinking our friends memories
I try to tell em I'll never ever be in the streets
I'm still in the street
I'm so hurry now
The black bandana
My hoodie poured down
I'm so ghetto right
I'm so ghetto fly
I'm so stuck in my ways
I live a ghetto life

Yeah they love it when I come through
Rollin like a thug dude
Top down, glidin in some nu
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love

They see me in the hood
Everywhere I'm good
And they lovin and respectin like they should
I got em like ooh ooh ohh I get hood love
Ooh ooh ooh hood love (hood love)
Oooh... hood love
Oooh oooh oohh hood love
Noo oohh oohhh

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Floating

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Scene 5: The Phone Call

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Celebrate

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