A1 BURGER [VERSE 1] [BLESS E$CRO] In your shit! Bursting chickens like this Ain’t shit to get a Dip Change Flippers like slippers Strippers can’t get a cent Probably paint me in a picture With some Ripper’s getting bent Picture me rolling I’m the last fucking print Paint a picture of a Nigga Counting cash on a Blimp With six Dips You the last of the Simps This the planet of the Crips Meets the clash with the Pimps Eating Calamari, cash And a Bag full of shrimp That Boiling Crab with a V8 Splash For the Win Hit the ass for a half Then I’m back in the wind Worldwide or Shabazz Hit the Ave’s with the Schwinn Little Nigga talking bad Talking mad shit again Beat his ass on the grass Hopped back on then Schwinn [CHORUS] My light shine Bright, long like the line at A1 Last one you want to play First one you want to pay [VERSE 2] [C,WATTS] With no delay We back to giving Swagger jacking Niggas What they crave Watch me Bogard Watts he go hard Should be a dooie when I show up Light the Dro up Should be a movie Dripped in vintage Garms Peep the Goyard Boujee' in the mud Damnit from the Planet of the Bloods In the Bottoms with a bottle Trying to conjure up some bud To the condo with a model Trying to fondle on the rug How I pivot it Real nigga Shitty always litty never stagnant Getting to the bag Till the bag, got no hand grips Stunting for my fronting Nigga’s Who ain't never had shit For real Always give you something you can feel Fuck the chill My neck is looking Like the Man of Steel And l’m plotting on a grill Keep it Trill Watch me glow on Call me Gohan Son I’m saying Ain't no playing When I throw the flow on Got them praying I don’t go on Yea! [CHORUS 2] [BLESS E$CRO] A! my A1 $3.75 With a shake a fries Yea that line long as a motherfucker We about to migrate to Worldwide [VERSE 3] [KOSHER KRIS] Yo fuck a burger Blood! I’m trying hit up Johnnies Pastrami Rocking a deuce, in case a Nigga wanna try for my Tommy Mind you I’m loose, off the Spike juice When liquor’s in my system ain't no telling what I might do Death to Niggas thinking They gone short me like a Haiku Been there done that Beat niggas so bad Make him go home and bring his gun back Now he gotta run that Oooh you shouldn’t have done that Went and tried my patience Turning bangers into patients I’m a Coliseum baby The Audubon slouch Should have went to Dorsey But my Momma kicked me out the house Real Niggas endorse me Yea I got some kills that can vouch Whether chilling in the projects Or a Villa in the South Niggas know what I’m about right Boy fuck all that wolfing you can meet me outside So we can see if you bark or bite You dwell in the dark or light You act like you out your mind I’ll make sure you out of sight You got it right!

LIKE THIS [BLESS E$CRO] [VERSE 1] So make the tech Pirouette Cross over was a hundred Plus the jumper’s pure wet Bossa Nova wasn’t jumping Hoped a Jet, veered left We just kids out the jumper We’ll jump you, that’s a bet Dare you to walk through the Jungles With that jewelry on your neck Bet you get jumped in da Rollin's And your shit’s getting stolen Still roll’n down Western Hoes looking like the Omen Whole knuckle full of gold Plus a roll of bus tokens Stolen Herringbone shirts Still Chirp’n on skirts In cologne on the phone With Stallone eating Perch Off of 54th and Crenshaw Right by the wall At the Church’s by the Dawah The real Chuck Nablauch (CHORUS 1) [BLESS E$CRO] The Black Migueli Corleone Fell up out the Telly With the Pelle All he had was his F’n Celly Bunch of Hoes Bunch of Bro’s Plus a bunch ah Felly’s Either way it goes He still wouldn’t Fucking tell me When I chop’s it like this It ain't shit to tell me When I pop’s it like this It ain't shit to tell me On the Block like this It ain't shit to tell me Type ill but I’m still feeling mighty healthy [VERSE 2] [BLESS E$CRO] Sometimes this life a get Tough enough to make the news Tough as Tusks Tough as Inner-city public schools Tough as a Jew Tough of as ah Damu from 92’ Tough as the first Blood To ever wrote Soo-Woop In a county jail cell Loud as hell, well surrounded But as quiet he fell The clientele was astounded All is well Till the Crip crowd aloud Proudly yelled out then compounded And now it’s going down Around here we drown fear In a fountain full of tears Put you through California school Then re-emerged a real Bear Wearing a rare Patagonia Bunch of waves in his hair Staring in the mirror, seeing everything clear [CHORUS 2] [BLESS E$CRO] The Black Migueli Corleone Fell up out the Telly With the Pelle All he had was his F’n Celly Bunch of Hoes Bunch of Bro’s Plus a bunch ah Felly’s Either way it goes He still wouldn’t Fucking tell me When I chop’s it like this It ain't shit to tell me When I pop’s it like this It ain't shit to tell me On the Block like this It ain't shit to tell me T ype ill but I’m still feeling mighty healthy

NOVASCOTIA [BLESS E$CRO] [Verse 1] Tommy Mottola Granollas Fold up the Motorola's Send my condolences over With several dozen roses Expose Hoe’s with coldness of the shoulders Make a Nigga feel young Make a Bitch feel older Hold up Novascotia Meet me by the sofa If you brought the top with you It’s really not an issue It’s really not Ju-Jitsu If you didn’t bring the Ginsu Get you in the Mitsubishi Sushi with the Fiji Went from sleeping in a Tee-pee From Honey Buns, writing down number on my Pee-chee To Bitches trying to beep me Martin Luther King see my Uncle with the Squeegee Hella off the Caine Gold chain with the beanie Watching I Dream of Genie Beaming up to Scottie Switch to Jim Kelly Now he think he knows Karate Crib all smelly Watching Belly on a cot Turned of the telly Right before they killed Ox Bloodclot! [LIKE OF PAC DIV] And this my Nigga! Shout out to the fallen Damn I miss my Nigga’s R.I.P my victim Hate I had to do it But I got to get to it All I Need’s Money Weed Fall Back Let me breathe All I need’s Money Weed Fall Back Let me Breathe From the bench to the league Still rolling with the stems And the seeds I was just over seas Tokyo on the road blowing trees Moving dope on the low What you need? With the flow With the beats Shit’s a breeze Hit the coast Hall and Oat’s Suga Free Money the mission Broke Nigga pay attention [BLESS E$CRO] [Verse 2] After the Opera Slap Box with Oscar Shooting crap’s in the back With Kevin Coster Then hit the Oscar’s In Miami Eating Bami with the Rasta’s All the Bambi’s had Zani’s Plus they never had pennies Had the Squammy in the Camry My Granny had me thinking Bout a family And picking up a Grammy Tammy had me at the Tam’s stand Killers hanging out of van’s banging Twisting their finger’s with their hands That Peter Pan Done got me on Commando Watching Rambo in Atlanta But that ain't no bando Bumping Country Grammar Thinking about this whole scandal How the fuck he buck his gat but never out of ammo Change the channel! [Chorus 2] [LIKE OF PAC DIV] All I Need’s Money Weed Fall Back Let me breathe All I need’s Money Weed Fall Back Let me Breathe

[ON CRENSHAW] [BLESS E$CRO] [VERSE 1] [BLESS E$CRO] The quintessential Crack With the Mack 10 Ready for some action Never made it back Betrayed by the slaves Then slayed by the tracks Tracked for the payback From Bitch Niggas from way back Return with the strap Me and Pat Sajax Smacked him cuz he asked me if I ever seen The Mack Marvin Gaye jacket With the Cartier straight backs Vanished Hit the planet with the Apes And the Gat Stranded with the Alligator Bapes A BBC cape Headed straight to Outer space Bumping Murda Was the Case Probably catch me in the background W/ the Malcolm by the Drapes With ah plate full ah crapes Watching Wrath of the Grapes [Chorus 1] [BLESS E$CRO] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] [VERSE 2] [KOSHER KRIS] I’m so L.A I’ll probably bet buried Next to dead homies in Inglewood Cemetery So for real, weapons concealed you know I carry So stay your ass inside the house because we know you scary Keep a tucked Glock or you can catch a buck shot He said he bang sound strange Nigga what block? Never heard of it We pulling cards faster than it takes to cross Crenshaw boulevard We heard you packing pistols, you ain't hard You ain't even worth the Ammo I’ll pull up to your Aunties Beat you with the back go the gat Like Kane did to Chauncey In Menace 2 Society And you ain't on par Nigga you ain't got to lie to me I know who you are Play the bar Gotta serve up they spot Then hit he wall Ducking raids but never ducking fades We slay them all Yup And living like we supposed to Trying to play the role I’m just he Nigga to expose you! I know’s you [Chorus 2] [BLESS E$CRO] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs] On Crenshaw [Ad-Libs]

WALDO [VERSE 1] [BLESS E$CRO] Talking Mack 11 With the sawed off Hit the Waldorf Wash my back, butt and balls off She took her drawls off Then dared me to find Waldo Cut the small talk I’m on Geraldo Looking like the Black Sam Scarfo From South Central Rolling up the Harpo Turn a thousand islands To a thousand island Came back home and start wild’n Stupid Back to the Future I might fucking shoot you With the Cannon or the Red Eating Salmon in the bed Chicken head’s Driving extra backward And then neutral I’m through, moving forward Looking for a sponsor The Black Griselda Blanca  Out in Minnetonka Them Minnesota Hoes Colder than them hoes in Aspen Bumping hella Sampha Back ta playing Madden But not for satisfaction 20 minutes later Bruh!  This Bitch  Was still F’n yapping Bitch this ain't Aladdin This the main attraction 
 I’ll smack the Dad hat Off any Chap talking about Tracy Chapman Yo Fuck Dick Tracy [CHORUS 1] [BLESS E$CRO] Cagne and Lacey Switching States Spraying Mace Cagne and Lacey Running every which away Don’t play me Just pay me Don’t play me Pay me first Before you play me Pay me first I might entertain the bullshit Before I put you the dirt
 [VERSE 2] [THURZ] Jehova’s Witness knocking I’m quite in that peep hole My cousin got Tampico Gourmet Top Ramen on stove I turn that T.V down low Shush every one until they go That Ernie Barnes Ghetto Life Diabetes That’s Now and Later’s and Mobbers And Jolly Rancher’s fo sho That Trinity, liquor Dialysis

LUCKY CHARMS [VERSE 1] [BLESS E$CRO] Who's helping Harold Put Kane in the car Hold the Hamburger Helper Take the chain from the Czar Notify Pelpa This the Palm Tree Delta In the Delt Dean Martin Fly High as Michael Phelps Parque’ Pilot Parmesan Pirate Jean'Michelle violence With an Audubon guidence God's on the phone You can call Jake Shuttlesworth I’m on the Skytel Coping bales from Ms. Butterworth Hand me my mail Meet me by the shuttle All I want is bundles I don’t need no rebuttals Paul Allen, Steve Madden, Pat Bateman Barry Sanders, Emmitt Smith and Troy Aikman Its a whole lot of bacon in this I’m trying to make an end Without getting flagrant I’m breaking in To make the ends meet 10 deep Came drifting from a shit creek Against me, a whole lot of odds Plus a new sweat suit plus a whole lot of Broads Velour to the floor Couture Cartiers Cartage's for the Concierge Faberge’s for the Maitre dee Hotel negligee' No Nick Lache Kimora Lee Simmons Commode or Bidet Lost in a world wind 96'Bonnie & Clyde Me and my girlfriend Till the world end Patrons by day Patron for the month of May Gone till November Came back in December Bitching about the temperate It’s colder so I’m bolder Told the chauffeur pull Over I got to change loafers Them Hoes came through But I wasn’t even home Now they all on my phone Im dead wrong [CHORUS 1] [BLESS E$CRO] You shoulda called Tyrone Them never coulda woulda’s Never did get far Fuck me in the Car Suck a Nigga off While Im looking at the stars While I’m eating Lucky Charms Golden Arms Blue Hearts Purple Moons A whole lot of Drink Plus a whole lot of shrumes You shoulda called Tyrone Them never coulda woulda’s Never did get far Fuck me in the Car Suck a Nigga off While Im looking at the stars While I’m eating Lucky Charms Golden Arms Blue Hearts Purple Moons A whole lot of Drink Plus a whole lot of shrumes [VERSE 2] [BLESS E$CRO] Because I’m a Brave Little Toaster On a wave rollercoaster In the home of the slave The home of the brave The new Johny Cage In a Blue Testerosa Chose ta play Sosa in this Black Mariposa Moving through the forest Looking for porridge Cooking up S’mores Me and Chuck Norris Met Boris and Natasha By the neighborhood store Sitting on fours Cooking up S'mores       Put the needle in the soar Through the hole in the belt Ease back in the Delt Let the Pain melt Let the rain from the sky Fall down to the ground Hold your pound up high Shoot for the sky You can live for your sins Or die for your paper It’s all in da flavor The Lord is my Savior 
 [CHORUS 2] [BLESS E$CRO] You shoulda called Tyrone Them never coulda woulda’s Never did get far Fuck me in the Car Suck a Nigga off While Im looking at the stars While I’m eating Lucky Charms Golden Arms Blue Hearts Purple Moons A whole lot of drink Plus a whole lot of Shrumes

[YERM] [VERSE 1] [BLESS E$CRO]
 
Scud! 
Blood flood the whole tub Another body beat badly Found bound in a rug! Drug Cross town then found in a flood! Downtown Lounging with a lung full of mud In the slums! 
Hanging upside down The blood drains from his fingertips Then drips to the ground 
His ashes returned from an Urn to a Blunt Had a hunch Big Worms getting his perm done for lunch 
Them junkies acting like Monkeys On his back by the bunch lunching 
Served jumps Until his back got a hump Pumping 
Crushed Captain Crunch Out the trunk With the Trump Shonuf Daddy The Caddy Need a Jump Shoot the addy
 [CHORUS 1] [BLESS E$CRO] 
Word Up Neva clapped one cat But he backed smacked a bunch That’s lunch Word-up [Ad Libs] Clack, clack, clack!
 Then pass the burner To Malcolm Jamal Warner 
Hit the Jackie Joyner Then popped Kermit around the corner
 Rolling on a river Bunch of Niggas and Tina Turner Serving Sermons 
Them good mornings with Tom Joyner Just me and Nina, The Pinta, Santa Maria Serving on the Corner Big Worm for Chris Dorner 
Them Pilgrims still stealing Children Then put them on the corner
 Big Worm for Chris Dorner 
[VERSE 2] [BLESS E$CRO] 
Then pass the ball to Abdul Jabar Cause the Voodoo had you subdued Before you took the fall One through the noodle had you through Before you took the snooze Before you funeral your dudes ain't have shit to do Church at eleven But the repass is booked for two Went from your crew filling up pew's To all we got is standing room Break up’s to making up That’s just another game for fools Cause in the end we both can win But then we both can lose My Rubik's Cube computes The best moves to keep it cool Try to blend in But don’t you do what other people do My Rubik's Cubes been Platinum Fubu since 92’ Before Google with my Momma watching that Comic View [CHORUS 2] [BLESS E$CRO] Clack, clack, clack!
 Then pass the burner To Malcom Jamal Warner 
Hit the Jackie Joyner Then popped Kermit around the corner
 Rolling on a river Bunch of Niggas and Tina Turner Serving sermons 
Them good mornings with Tom Joyner Just me and Nina, The Pinta, Santa Maria Serving on the Corner Big Worm for Chris Dorner 
Them Pilgrims still stealing Children Then put them on the corner
 Big Worm for Chris Dorner

96’ DOUGH [CHORUS 1] [BLESS E$CRO] I love dough And everything about that shit I love dough Won’t get a damn thing up out my clip I love dough Super clean when you see my shit I love dough Extra mean when you see my fit And uh… [VERSE 1] [BLESS E$CRO] The next summer Caught us in the Hummer Bumping Number One Stunner Waiting for the Fall So we can hit the mall With this cash that I stashed In my Grandmothers wall Said my Prayers at the table Then I fled with my dog Headed toward the Dog sled Looking for some bread We push the Dog sled Out the shed to the lettuce Put the macking on these Broads So these Broads can’t forget us Fuck with my crew they some true representers Smooth criminals since the Juvenile agenda I skip the day two straight thru to November With the day one crew Came through with the Impha Played the curfew crew with under age youth Probably catch me at Agenda with the upper case swoosh With a Beige little Asian At the Magic eating soup Half ah pack of Magic Pitching packets out the coupe [CHORUS 2] [BLESS E$CRO] I love dough And everything about that shit I love dough Won’t get a damn thing up out my click I love dough Super clean when you see my shit I love dough Extra mean when you see my Bitch I love dough And everything about that shit I love dough Won’t get a damn thing up out my clip I love dough Super clean when you see my shit I love dough Extra mean when you see my fit [VERSE 2] [BLESS E$CRO] I’m getting blunnid w/ my Stunnas on Pushing 41 hunnid Them haters didn’t want nothing from it All I wanted was a blunt A couple hundid bucks Plus another little stunt   Just to rub a Nigga’s gut She lick a Nigga up Without the hiccing up So I got to speed up when I hit the speed bumps She hit my phone for 3 months Told the squeeze to ease up Fuck the Airplane mode I’ma put you in the freezer I keeps it Willy D never see me with a Skeezer Couldn’t catch me in the park with a Diva on the swings I keeps it Billy D Big pimping eating chicken wings Danger P Jones on the phone w/ Stallone Getting dough [Ad-Libs] [CHORUS 3] [BLESS E$CRO I love dough And everything about that shit I love dough Won’t get a damn thing up out my click I love dough Super clean when you see my shit I love dough Extra mean when you see my Bitch I love dough And everything about that shit I love dough Won’t get a damn thing up out my clip I love dough Super clean when you see my shit I love dough Extra mean when you see my fit