Layer Cake lyrics (the whole mixtape)

[Coccoa]

The Grind

When i was down all i could think off
Was blowing up my way to top, stay on the grind
"Aint nuthin change, im still rocking that chain straight outta the track"
If you think its so easy to come up
Then why the fuck you always keep these guns around
"Aint nuthin change, im still rocking that chain straight outta the track"

When i was down bee, i had to keep moving
Away from the family so the chips coulda move in
Remember still, what you may not feel
But if you still got dreams and unique ideals
If death is simple, the my word is bold
So my rhyme is hot, cuz the world is cold
Those who know me speak their mind
But they shut their mouth when im the topic of a rhyme or a line
Its fine, killer, now i step on the grind
Why should i kill a man over a song or a line?
Even though i hear alot, i dont rat on a man
Its the loyalty in me, not the fear of a gun
The tears of the sun
You never felt that feeling before gee that tear up sons
Who knows, maybe you lost your conscience
When the track is on and when the mack is gone you fools nonsence

When i was down all i could think off
Was blowing up my way to top, stay on the grind
"Aint nuthin change, im still rocking that chain straight outta the track"
If you think its so easy to come up
Then why the fuck you always keep these guns around
"Aint nuthin change, im still rocking that chain straight outta the track"

You can press fast forward, skip to the next track
Or rewind it, listen once more to the best rap
The least blown up, but you not gonna best that
Lyrics or not, you got shot where your chest at
And know who the best one
For a fact you need guidance bee, to get where your vest at
The game is blown up
Like its a guided missile that hit that factory where i stood up
And im the true rap
You see the kids with the heat on their shoulder where i grew up
Since i knew that, i could have been the same
Yeah, person to rap or stay strong and pop that
Its over for all the eses deported
Pour some liquor for them, and power forwards
Nowhere, that's where you go if you lie
There is only one punchline, if you blow then you die

When i was down all i could think off
Was blowing up my way to top, stay on the grind
"Aint nuthin change, im still rocking that chain straight outta the track"
If you think its so easy to come up
Then why the fuck you always keep these guns around
"Aint nuthin change, im still rocking that chain straight outta the track"

Make Love

Turn me on baby, you know whats the deal
Foreplay till we get serious and you feel
All that sex talking got me wondering if you will
Lemme strip search you, put ya body in a thrill
Laid back style, you slipping, you want it fo real
In a few more minutes baby i *** on ya grill
You so good when u doing it, i love it still
We hit it again, as we laying on the seat
I unbutton ur shirt, let my hands touch u
And my lips kiss ya neck, if you go i can catch you
Dont try to resist shorty, u dont wanna miss it
Just do what Olivia said, go ahead and twist it
In the back seat, so inside it, kiss ya
Get to extacy together now juss listen
As you breathe deep next to me, baby ********
I kissin ya legs, putting my hands right between em
Third round goin on, how u feeling
When u shaking from pleasure like a crack fiend fiending
When we ******* baby its already morning
Drive you home, say goodbye. hear that song cuz you know that
This is what you call ryder's music.

Send Ya To Hell

Im the new kid here so im raw
Like you used to be, long before you blew up like a hoe
You know, im around for the dought
Trade the mic for a knife, tonight i run up in ya home
Joke, act hard like you ride on thee
I make a scar on ya face like the lion king
You see, no matter my fame
When i meet the god, there will be a thousand men in my grave
We know the opposition they juss lame, whats the name?
Who knows? The homie done left, he never came
Majestic knows a bit, he can tell you the same
It's a typical story, no one's wrong to blame
You went and put a price on ya soul now u ashamed
And that comes with it if you cheating on the game
But i, stay loyal to the team, you with me?
If not, i put a hungry blade to ya kidney
See, im the bad guy, nice aint cool
Not an average rapper, im twice as good
This is your last meal, better finish your food
From now on you starve like a kid in the hood
You should, whyle out and go straight to the pen
Let it off, you come back, you gonna lay with the dead
Enuff about the bullshit you rap and hold up
I heard your lil track, homie you washed up
I aim for your head, then your life's on the line
Do it like the art of graffitti and paint the wall behind
Psyche, i come for the gold
Even Scarface in jail, better follow the laws
Going out to this war with fears for the day of ur last breath
And i got bad intentions like a bullet in ya head
Homie just when you thought it was safe, i came back
Brand new track, Mac and made that
Rhymes are the core in this hip hop thing
Be careful when you writing them
Homie when the knife gets in, you bound to bleed
Take cover or ur heart's dead
I come for ya boy with the nine on my lap
Put the nine in ya mouth, lemme see who gon die in his lap
Cuz i wrap and rap hard, send ya to hell
Taking you out like grass out ya lawn, you're gone.

The Hunger For More

1 into the 2, 2 into the 3, 3 into the 4 then u gotta breathe

Now you can run ya mouth if you dare
I aint Fabolous, but i prevent you fuckers from inhaling air
Im new but old school, the kid is not fool
To lay low and play by the rule, is not cool
My rhyme spread fear like thunders
Right now i finna take ya head off like the fucking Highlander
You know i talk nasty hoe
But if you was around here, you'd agree i have a catchy flow
No jewels, no diamonds, the hunger for more
Can be interpreted to you, as the hunger for dough
You mentioned you do it for love, and got a stack
You a hypocrite holmes, the rap game is a job
Take a break for now, kick knowledge is cruel
Cuz it aint vendetta what we're going through
It's true, people getting into shit
And get a red dot on their face like a Hindu bitch
If you true, then you true you feel that
Even pretty chicks act up, not to mention real thugs
A message to girls who's seen us
I play for an R'n'B hoe, but i dont fuck with you divas
I think i run and go back to old drama
Sad cuz i dump her, she crying to her momma
I'd rather spend a cash on a flick
Or put a couple patches on ya head like a nicotine sick
And all these rap fans raw
Meaning if they aint feeling ya shit, you better turn to pop
8 bars left the last three come bitten
When a protege here outrhyming a teacher
You homos in the dirt will lay
Cuz if you coming from where im from, motherfuckers aint laying
Your body and ur mind on the pavement
Im the reason your career is going under a funeral arrangement
Im still untouched by ya tears
Took me two minutes exactly to ruin what you built in two years
Yeah, the price of the night is aight
You know what? You're right

1 into the 2, 2 into the 3, 3 into the 4 then u gotta breathe

Hustle Hard

Oh bitch dont trip, you know very well you cant win
I take my life to end ya life
Oh bitch dont trip, case you didnt know who u with
It's young C, bitch, Syndicate

I dont need your assistance i dont need no aid
I dont need your help im doing my own way
So fuck y'all, stay back, fall back, click clack
Take that, beat that, homie the king's back
Nice or cool aint the things i saw
You might hoo-ride, or you might get shot
I dont came up now i act like a Piru fool
Like i got divine stregth im a Manitu
My team bring terror but i aint from Bronx
We living off experience fucker, yeah we locks
I can tell what they say in the hood they raised me
Say a god died in the same hut **** got raised in
I'll air you out, you doomed to fail
You went against me you gon meet ur fate
God bless u now think fast, react for real
Lord help you, lay low, feel the steel
Even my momma used to tell me rock the shit and die
But when the trouble is real you drop the shit and lie
We dont believe you, no, wanksta rapper hear
Your lyrics aint hot, gangsta rappers tear
Had a flashback, watching my homie saying pass that
Rocking the Tek, yelling blast that, you had that?
Its funny how people, they pretend they hot
Cuz they aint getting money from their rapping and all
What's the point of life, if it aint the dought
Is it art? Music? Or fall in love with a hoe?
Painting pictures? Spread the message?
Who want that? Dropping this shit, diss shit, dread ya menace
And i stay strong and true fortified with raps
Like im going out with loot, glorifying my gats
Is it me or these motherfuckers think too much?
They fall down, steady going to sink too fast

You tryina hustle, but me i hustle harder
I got what u need, cuz im in a position of power
Go fuck around if u wanna

The Jab aka Hip Hop

Aiyyo we running this
hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Homie this bigger than
hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

You fuck around i expose you to the public
I aint dissing im juss jabbin, you work too hard you get nuthin
You aint made for up, bang bang bang go get your gat
Run ya mouth get blazed for that
Put you down in the ground with them other fags
This ya lowbap shit getting tossed around
Foxmoor aint got no work around
So we gon piss on his disc and his fags clowns, i said his fag clowns
Run far when they hear about a rap attack
Come bad only when they think its safe to come
Click clack when i see em imma teach a lesson, yeah fucking listen
Oh, you dropped X-Ray then you signed some tricks
And Sada kept kissing ya ass, you married the bitch, huh
Wannabe thugs still leaving, now listen what ya missing
You dont want it with the kid, so stay the fuck out, with your freak
So when the realist shit comes, we clown ya ass, spank ya around
Hold u down you fat-ass bully, know im rapping to the fullest
Keep it real on the track, i put a blade into ya back huh

Aiyyo we running this
hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Homie this bigger than
hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Aiyyo we running this
hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop
Homie this bigger than
hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

Speed Of Life Pt 2

Yo in this life we are born to die
If im lucky enuff i might blow to top
Cuz everybody who saying he hates ya, might not be lying
It's up to you to live or you can rock the spot, huh

We dont like you, we gon fight you
Its the speed of life you got the tide with u
Quit the yapping, if you rapping
Show the skill or go back to your wife fam

This is all i had to say to you homie
And if you think you better, then, just take the stand here
This is all i had to say to you homie
And if you think you better, then, just take the stand here

Raise ya hands up if you got love for me
Before ya see your favorite rapper sign a contract slavery and rap for kis
I aint the leader just a messenger
But in the speed of life i run the train u just a passenger
I know you hope and you expect to be different
With the aim of a shooter but the brain of a loser
Put your fears aside, and ride with us
Or get your life ruined like them kids from hoover
I aint here to kick knowledge, im here to get dollars
See me in a mansion, chill you still homeless
You doing what you wished you wont
So imma give a third eye to ya head like a Vishnu god
The reason why they call you crackhead, you get cracked
And get to ride on you like the subway track
Your miserable life is gonna turn into hell
You worthless, like a doorbell in a cell well
Life aint fair but fo sho is just
You provoked my anger, gotta do what i must
You lucky if you make it tonight
You aint Biggie, but after this shit i bet you ready to die
We know very well where you come from
So if you say it one more time, you might sound like an asshole
Im way to young for a flick
But gimme a few years more, afterwards they will be on my dick
I was born i was ready to roll man
Around the same time Eazy-E was in search for a Dopeman
The shame on this earth the projects
I spray bullets like im spraying, pesticide on the roaches
In this share i deserve my piece
You bit a lyric from an alcoholic cat so take the glass out ya teeth
You signing your life for the dough
The industry is gonna pimp you out like the finest hoe
You see now they born to hate you
It means you success, cuz when u down they promise they will never forget
A fact in this game, raise up and get ya piece
Do it like the cats from down south and show ya grill

Police Department

If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You aint got no work on the block, you not like me
Its hot and you aint got no drop, you not like me
Like me dawg you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You aint got no work on the block, you not like me
Its hot and you aint got no drop, you not like me
Like me dawg you not like me

People here thinking im replacing Kojak
Nah i juss making money and i staying lower
Went from, bootleg CDs to khashish grower
Now my flow is hotter than a flamethrower
And that gangsta attitude will get you nowhere
See the whole block high, im the only sober
I came from the bottom and it made me stronger
Drama in Sin City, lasts for longer
Had my back stabbed twice when i stopped the Rover
One year later, im playing cops and robbers
I just found my hoe, chilling with another lover
I clapped his ass, he got dropped in Yonkers
Next year in Old City, things go slower
A hoe is shitting on me i gotta glove her
I dont gotta listen to ya, keep ya shit in a draw
Make sure you dont talk or u can die like jonas

If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You aint got no work on the block, you not like me
Its hot and you aint got no drop, you not like me
Like me dawg you not like me
If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You aint got no work on the block, you not like me
Its hot and you aint got no drop, you not like me
Like me dawg you not like me

Regardless of street beef, your moves i forget em
The traps i set em and you see me i get em
And beat em, see em, they moving i kill em
See and the thrill em like a segreant i drill em
And they asking who did em, beat em like this
Take a hint, click clack braaat go to sleep
And all of the subliminal raps
They come from the same motherfuckers i juss murdered on wax
They had their chance before they move further think
Bout to kill their roster with some murder ink
You used to be street cat, now you milkshake
You'll hear more shots than a Whoo Kid mixtape
And you got the lime, what you dont like the light
Your stars are fewer than a misty one night, yeah

If you get shot and run to the cops you not like me
You aint got no work on the block, you not like me
Its hot and you aint got no drop, you not like me
Like me dawg you not like me

50 Bars Of Pleasure

These lil raps dont move me, you justa rookie
You follow the masses hoping that u part of the movie
The script played out, bet you suckers didnt knew it
How i always make a step into the game before i do it
Come on strongarm but i keep a low act
See im new in the game and you gotta know that
But what? keep my swagger, lyrical jab
Just in case ya homie front he get a physical slap
Wake up you daydreaming of money and gold
But its the opposite you saying in ya rhyme n ya song
Uh huh, find you mistaken, guess you phony
Your crew quick to leave you, you riding lonely
I keep my lyrics tight i aint lying homie
This a mediocre shit, i still rapping on it
However i'd rather make a beat
Instead of go down, pay cash and let a beat make me
I'm ill, still playa with a teenage bee
Whether ghetto or not, i burn a dealers tree
I heard so many claims of u, been a gee
If you smoking khashish how come you never OD?
The price of the night is aight
But i think i'd rather rap then to get a prostitute to the light
Cuz why? I dont itch when she tell me her lies
I think im gonna dump her if she tell me she dying
For me, i dont love you, its way outta use
And you cant dance in my strip club if ya duece
Now follow what i say, if you want it, i can take ya
If you with me you gon blow, i can ride for the throne
The kid dont need a team, i do it on my own
The war is never fair when you fighting all alone
I making this music look hard, its a dissing
And i'll spit another 50 if you really wanna listen
You'll never gonna make it too far
Cuz the only hood that bumping ya shit, is a part of the car
I wonder, getting hate, does it mean anything?
Cuz ya keep going forward, guess the reasons important
I do it like the army give em bitches an order
Its a shame you alive while a hustler deported
Put a rapper on the shelf like a case in the folder
And watch ur lil whip go to race with a Rover
You lose everything above all ya girl
On my lap like a kitty telling me how she felt
Like "hunny im luving ya play, put ya hands on my waist"
"Make love to me we will be together for ages"
"Other girls are sluts, they cant find other ways"
Well whacha doing right now? You betraying ya man
On my block there's a saying "you cant change your lane"
It turns grimey at night, sometimes becuz of the rain
Put ya hate aside i bet you feeling the pain
Im down to die but i aint willing to change, shiiiiiiit

Worthy Of Trust

It feels weird to rhyme about the life i want
Alota envy cats, i'd rather live alone
I aint anti-social, im juss being cautious
You pick the wrong homies, you back to the projects
Im forced not to trust any seniors
When you're the youngster in the family you look in the mirror
You always count on holding the grip
Cuz out there, there are wolves, wanna convince you that ur a sheep
You weak, if you counting on them boys in blue
When the Macs are waving they aint toys, they tools
Its grimey when they serve beef, aint ya?
Willing to get ya, bet ya, and they stretch ya, take hits
Day by the day you forget and maybe
In a few more years you wont remember a thing
Before you say a word better think
The advocate dont forgive rap lies n your lies gon sink

Ride but you only a catch, you aint worthy of trust
Put ya lies aside this nina's ready to blast
And i front cuz i ride you juss running fast
Get the Mac to bust you aint worthy of trust
Ride but you only a catch, you aint worthy of trust
Put ya lies aside this nina's ready to blast
And i front cuz i ride you juss running fast
Get the Mac to bust you aint worthy of trust

You can hear the street talking, shit talking
You play that around, you dead man walking
He heard alot about it, wanted to know more
Couldnt hold his mouth shut, he's laying in gilmores
Mentality is to act like the way you been told
And this city got a graffitti for every lost soul man
I wonder will i make it to top?
Or my dreams gonna fall like availanche on a slope?
I got hopes, wanna know if im scares? Im not
Keep talking if u willing to dare, well you not
And imagine, all that i wanted is live free
With ****** by my side and my Tek by side
With a hex and i ride, everywhere i want
Baby come back to turn a fiend for the love
Put a ring to ya finger this gon last for long yeah

Ride but you only a catch, you aint worthy of trust
Put ya lies aside this nina's ready to blast
And i front cuz i ride you juss running fast
Get the Mac to bust you aint worthy of trust
Ride but you only a catch, you aint worthy of trust
Put ya lies aside this nina's ready to blast
And i front cuz i ride you juss running fast
Get the Mac to bust you aint worthy of trust

Get Out My Life

I got no time for you, i gotta keep it true
I tell u once and for all, bitch get out my life
Better leave me girl, I aint gon treat you well
I tell you once and for all, bitch get out my life

Baby you know im yours till you make the wrong move
Turn around, cheat on me, i shoot the wrong boo
Find a boyfriend dump me, you know its fine
I come back at you, five girls in line
You promised to be mine now you break ya oath
I catch you and your lover and i break ya both
I said that before you hear that?
I look for an R'n'B hoe, but i dont fuck with a diva

I got no time for you, i gotta keep it true
I tell u once and for all, bitch get out my life
Better leave me girl, I aint gon treat you well
I tell you once and for all, bitch get out my life

I aint got time to play, i aint got time to waste
Leave the block bitch and u see if i chase ya
When im cool, you around, certified as a hoodrat
I give ya a couple slaps u get back to the boondocks
Imagine me bying jewels for the slut
Bying her fine things? Me?? Not likely
Im more like a mack and damn, you right bee
You stupid like ya lover, get out my sight bee

I got no time for you, i gotta keep it true
I tell u once and for all, bitch get out my life
Better leave me girl, I aint gon treat you well
I tell you once and for all, bitch get out my life
I got no time for you, i gotta keep it true
I tell u once and for all, bitch get out my life
Better leave me girl, I aint gon treat you well
I tell you once and for all, bitch get out my life

Bump Dat Shit

Bump that, haters tryina front on my click
But when i hit em with the steel, i bring it to em now
Dump that, man keep fronting i guarrantee
You end up in hell take my advice homie
Stop that, you done heard me in my mixtape
No mercy for you left, again take my advice homie
Stop that, this is serious this rap shit
Might juss get your caps peeled, Syndicate man, bump that

Now im cruel with them haters, i have no mercy
I take their life off em, put the knife on em
I make no exceptions got the right for it
So bump that homie, now on im the illest
Put it down the realist, wanna feel it then fell it
Took the beat, write rhymes, lace it on and kill it
Other rappers stunt hard, they in a rush now
They had their chance to speak, you better hush now
Oh, no mecry no fear no hesitation
Run shit, flash these, fuck the po, mash deez
Im pass that shit, wave the pound with the sheet
Im got this bitch, dont fuck around with the kid
You see, if i was an oldschool i'd run
And fuck around Foxmoor and his nasty thugs
But im new so i stay with the knife
And put a couple on ya chest fo ya lies, u retreat and u die

Bump that, haters tryina front on my click
But when i hit em with the steel, i bring it to em now
Dump that, man keep fronting i guarrantee
You end up in hell take my advice homie
Stop that, you done heard me in my mixtape
No mercy for you left, again take my advice homie
Stop that, this is serious this rap shit
Might juss get your caps peeled, Syndicate man, bump that

Talking About Me

Homie i hear you when you talking about me
Your lil hoe is still talking about me
I hear you all when you talking about me
Shut your yap my 38 is pounding
Homie i hear you when you talking about me
Your lil hoe is still talking about me
I hear you all when you talking about me
Shut your yap my 38 is pounding

I dont run around fucker and break my rules
I lead the faggot to the wrong block, hear my wanksta
Everybody think he's hard, so he claiming gangsta
When it comes to battle, im fierce, you wear
So i bought a trey-deuce, to pierce you freaks
Im slick enuff to clown you and tear your clique
Put a couple on ya chest better fear my shit
Cuz i better remind you, i taught you to rhyme
Im the reason your are rapping, your work is mine
Might as well be ya ghostwriter, write ya shit
So if you sound like i wrote it i prolly did
The male groupies like ya style
Yeah, Aron's the best, he brought emo back to the light
Used to be a bit mad, now i aint gon faint
Dissing fags is a hobby but it aint my trend
Put the blade to the lame homie that's the end

Homie i hear you when you talking about me
Your lil hoe is still talking about me
I hear you all when you talking about me
Shut your yap my 38 is pounding
Homie i hear you when you talking about me
Your lil hoe is still talking about me
I hear you all when you talking about me
Shut your yap my 38 is pounding

My mentality is simple, profit or backdown
No need to risk my neck, juss becuz i got Faith
Save the apology for god, cuz for me? Too late
See the budget raise up but the kid is same bee
Making sure his pockets never run out empty
Im from alpha to sigma and you just cant get rid of your stigma
You cant solve the enigma
Imma be around till the end of the day
Showing to youngsters how to win when they enter the fray
To be real with yall, i dunno why i even bother
Cuz y'all the same while the kid is getting hotter
You willingly admit you soft
So you can do to real life things like dumping girls for hip hop
I serve you out like a fiend, put a needle to ya vein
Guess ya pride is nothing, you died in vain
It's politics we call it, another soul for the 'caine.

Homie i hear you when you talking about me
Your lil hoe is still talking about me
I hear you all when you talking about me
Shut your yap my 38 is pounding
Homie i hear you when you talking about me
Your lil hoe is still talking about me
I hear you all when you talking about me
Shut your yap my 38 is pounding

Boomerang

Unlucky for you i came back, straight up
Feeling none of the rhymes you spit they made up
Since i came to the game, alota hate has emerged
Lemme deal about the whole situation in this verse
I know who started it, i know who the source
Has the size of a gorrilla, the brain of a monkey
Dickriding ****, finna be his bunky
Acting really hard, front, tryina fight me
He' a telephone thug i got a caller ID
The first only jab, really im gonna do three
Cuz you? You deserve to be dissed on
The crowd is closing up to you, it aint cuz they missed ya
You know my lyrics hot to the fullest
And the flow leaving puncture wounds like a tre-five bullet
I blaze on the mic only once
If you still act up you get a seat to a concert of gangs
Bang em, put em down in the mud
They had a change of heart, too late in their ground with their fad
Homies run around in the streets, where they belong
Put a knife to ya throat its on and ur gone now
Im from the few who dared to present sumthin new
You would be nothing without it, shit on you clowns quick

[stevethetruth]

nice major props how did this take to type?? lol

[Coccoa]

Really long....two hours.

[C-Game]

wow dats long
ill check em 2mo man

[,-,'-{Bar}-',-,]

like you say yourself you dont hit multis and shit, your lyrics just flow perfectly with great punches and some great thinking spots nice work

[sinemm]

u know i love worthy of trust

[Coccoa]

I know u love worthy or trust.

I would put every song i made so far but i thought like "nah"

[,-,'-{Bar}-',-,]

I know u love worthy or trust.

I would put every song i made so far but i thought like "nah"

how many tracks you got ?

coz there liike crackspot , layer cake , bloodline and then obv others

[Coccoa]

I dunno, many of them i deleted them. I must have around 100 songs tho.

[4D]

You should try and stretch your lyrical muscles, I don`t see any multies, or any really impressive rhymes. If you wanna make it in hip-hop today, you have to be 10 times better than anybody else alrerady signed and doin it. It`s cool having songs, but, it`s not RnB, it`s rap, and rap is about the emcee shit.

[Coccoa]

Ah thats all. I already said it in ur mixtape. I dont care about rap, i dont care about the emcee shit. There is no rap, there is no hip hop nomore. Want me to tell you how to REALLY make a smash in today's hip hop? Rap on a Southern beat. I dont want to put multies, i dont wanna use metaphors, i dont care about them. They dont impress no more.

[4D]

I dont want to put multies, i dont wanna use metaphors, i dont care about them. They dont impress no more.

You just summed up why you suck, they do impress, they impress anybody who loves the things that are great about hip-hop!!

[Coccoa]

Hip hop is dead. In 5 years it wont even exist. Its over. And it aint the south's fault, cuz the next solution for labels is to sign people like u.

[sinemm]

I know u love worthy or trust.

I would put every song i made so far but i thought like "nah"

lol good

[Coccoa]

I could make another one