(Verse 1) Niggas hate, Bitches love, rich is lust, to the top or bust, indeed it’s us/ so envy us, with no distrust, cuz you disgust ya self, look in the mirror my pictures clearer/ Digital, no frictional, HD been L.E.D. screened since the 80’s/ and I ain’t seen a torch so ain’t nothing to pass to me, but Molotov Cocktails the Human Torch is ME/ I’m like Michael Johnson before the hamstring…or Barry bonds except I ain’t use a damn thing/ A tigers fan my dude, I ain’t a dodger, but I done said hail mary’s over holy chargers/ Waaaiiitt Back to my Johnny Blaze phase, gotta method man on how I blackout after tres…songz, want cuatro I got more, slow poke Gonzalez I’m packin for los gatos/ (Hook) And this right here is reserved for the Freshmen, Freshmen Freshmen (repeat) Bring it in, Bring it in, Bring It in Baby (repeat)/ I’m bout ta bring it in (repeat) Freshmen Year is here This right here is reserved for the Freshmen, Freshmen, Freshmen (Verse 2) Straight up best rapper you ever heard of, collision course no swerving/ Point blank get murdered, Alcatraz bars with Atlantic flows, Circus Acts…PBS…I’m so ANIMAL/ Marooned living on a fantasy island, but keep ya votes dog I’m the sole survivor, and we can, even take it straight to the bible, I feel like Samson and never meant Delilah/ A star on this trek Jon Luc wit Bicardi, I’m like Beam me up Scotty/ They whole flow like a portable potty, full of shit/ Need to burn some incense, or at least moist wipe it/ But when I go and drop this year I’ma cause Major Damage like 80’s gear/ I’m off the bench like Beameth, Number 1 son/sun like T-mac….If he played for Phoenix/ (Hook) And this right here is reserved for the Freshmen, Freshmen Freshmen (repeat) Bring it in, Bring it in, Bring It in Baby (repeat)/ I’m bout ta bring it in (repeat) Freshmen Year is here This right here is reserved for the Freshmen, Freshmen, Freshmen (Verse 3) Who better talk new cheddar I blew feta, endured the perfect storm then tried to top the weather/ Indifferent about differences guess we different folks/ She love mine and hate yours guess it’s different strokes/ Numero uno like E. Honda to sumo, unless Jigga’s on speed dial the best rapper that you know/ Not to sound cocky but I’m classic, ya best a B- and my verse is A’s average/ Straight athleticism with no skepticism, you cut up off the top…this is a Circumcision/ This is 20/20 Ms. Walter’s give perfect vision/ The future’s here, each line’s a modern invention/ (Hook) And this right here is reserved for the Freshmen, Freshmen Freshmen (repeat) Bring it in, Bring it in, Bring It in Baby (repeat)/ I’m bout ta bring it in (repeat) Freshmen Year is here This right here is reserved for the Freshmen, Freshmen, Freshmen

Verse 1) Hear that I just flexed on the track made the beat jump/ flexed on the street now the road full of speed bumps, they say the game’s over racing with they feet up, yall Kunta Kente bout ta get De-feated/ Straight spittin, what you seeing is what you getting, hard times black and white bars, no prison/ We ain’t going to OZ, meet the wizard Merlin, dressed in a turban spitting our whirlwinds/ Make your world end, King Arthur’s home, but he hood so fuck a sword he gotta pocket full of stones/ Riding in a chevy with his hat real low/ underground king (get it) Pocket full of Stones/ Got, real estates full of burners no stoves, let the rounds go about ocho-cinco (85)/ No lying/lion get in the way your body sinks slow, catch em at the club put the burner to his polo/ Two nine’s full of bullets double dose of room, Blast all you see’s is the buccaneer’s logo/ Skull and crossbones, don’t cross holmes, spouse swap over hip hop’s coming back home/ and I’m……Straight Spitting (Verse 2) How am I supposed to man I just began, why beef I’m going green see I’m so Vegan/ I ain’t never scared don’t get it confused, walk a lonely road, but I refuse to follow rules/ Blind leading the blind, you can follow them fools/ see the dumb struggle with death they can’t speak the truth….but/ I digressed these niggas so hollow, that’s why I leave em sleepy full of hallows/ Make ya girl suck till she hoarse/horse man you headless, being Po ain’t my ending that was Edgar’s/ Advance sir, Nuclear Reactor I’m re-atcha, don’t retract naw, just relax, reload, and re-clap ya/ Time ta close and Re-max ya, I’m at max…uh Warp speed, chicks Cling-on/Kleong to me like I’m Warf seed/ drop more hoes/holes than Tiger woods before divorcing, Hole in 1, par 10 yall should endorse me/ Johnny McEnroe when it comes to courting/Bad boy lambeer, zeke years back to back Please/…It take a D boy to B-Boy the Trophies/ and I’m straight Spitting

(Verse 1) U see my girl legs open better smash that, don’t be surprised if she ask where the cash at/I’m on the rise like the NASDAQ, and yall left behind yall a bunch of asscracks/ Baby I Pledge I’ma hardwood wax that, deeper and longer than a muthafuckin Tampax, and yo bitch a junkie, yeah her man’s a flunky, and yall mismatch…like Brewster Punkie/ I mean Punkie Brewster, nigga u’sa loser, U popeye no spinach, and I’m Bluto bitch a bruiser/ Except, fuck Olive oil ol’ skinny hoe, I smashed Betty Boop face down and now her eyes swole/ I’m just talkin, foolin my nigga, where the cash with yo broke ass, who you foolin my nigga?/ I’m so sick I gotta personal medic, and so much cashflow, Bitch I gotta Person on credit/ Where the cash AT? (Hook) Where the Cash AT? (repeat) (Verse 2) See my purpose electric, and you perpin… pathetic/shit get ta poppin like Orville, but you ain’t Redding/ U ain’t READY… I got Solange in a chevy, Nicki Minaj wig, high heels and she just got a petti….Cure/ And I’m pretty foul, fuckin over these lil niggas just like a pedophile/ If they say I ain’t kill it, then they ass is in denial/ Got sooo much flow, I could fuckin drown the Nile/ What I rep 7mile, what I got that West Nile, Ebola epidemic, fuck the haters and the cynics/ When I ask for my critics, audiences turn to crickets/ cuz if they want mortis (more dis), I’ll bring the rickets/ Rigor mortis, if you think I’m distorted, then un-fan me and report it/ We can get the beef started, this uncut/ So when I Blow u can snort it, until then, Shut the Fuck UP! and answer the Chorus/ Where the Cash AT?

(Hook) It may not mean nothing to yall, but I can sing at all/ I’m waiting for them niggas to call, like we want you to rap forever man/ Shuting shit down at the mall, u was sweet till I entered the hall/ Now I’m the only one the hoes saw, they like Monte B*tch forever man/ (Verse 1) Last name ever, first name greatest/ Like ya mom’s dildo I ain’t nuthin to play with/ My light cycle yellow, my light saber blue/ I’m like star wars meets tron, what the fuck is yall to do, but/ Stay futuristic hellish spittin like a cerebus, 3 headed dog hot as Hades with the murderers/ Get up off ya high horse my girl she ride a Pegasus/ I kill whoever, get it Crackin like I’m Persius/ Always on some foul shit, Fog horn leghorn….I gotta fowl wit/ My aim better than Hawkeyes, and the tops the target like TORO to a Bull's-eye / Every verse filled with TNT, I’ma pop up screen u don’t wanna see me/ I go bananas on ya mp3 and DVD, and after I kill the GAME u won’t catch it on B.E.T/ (Hook) It may not mean nothing to yall, but I can sing at all/ I’m waiting for them niggas to call, like we want you to rap forever man/ Shuting shit down at the mall, u was sweet till I entered the hall/ Now I’m the only one the hoes saw, they like Monte B*tch forever man/ (Verse 2) I used to have big dreams, now I got bigger one’s/ Bigger stripper budget , a bigger stack of 1’s/ I’m off my Rocker light on house vacant/ Kelso style still get yo chick naked/ without a deal they still imitations/ THEY AGENTS IN THE MATRIX, I GOT NO LIMITATIONS……

Verse 1) Whaddup ma, the whole hood proud of me, Prada Shoes, Prada Jeans/ Baby I’ma (Prodigy)Prada G, Poured the liquor to the curb, sticky fingers twisting herb, for my niggas that done passed/ and I miss em that’s my word/ Everybody talkin bout livin one way, Graduated School of Hard Knocks wit no gunplay/ Coulda been a baby father to a baby mama, in a whip full of product, stashing weight and moving powder/ A lifestyle lot of yall can’t get out of, me I’m out the hood, people asking how he got a/ 3 bed two bath in the burbs, wit a highrise/ Tell em that’s my money talking them haters (bye bye)/ Naw ain’t no need for hating, balling’s a team sport yall should try participating/ I get yo girlie in my stable with no hesitation, and she got Thunder thighs, I’m all about precipitation/ (Hook) I role like a G, think Like a G, So fresh so clean even Dress Like a G/ I’m smooth like a G, Cool like a G, I bet ya baby mama know me I’ma G/ I’m something/ like a G (repeatx2), You see me, I’m stunting/ like a G(repeatx2),You see me, I’m something/ like a G(repeat x2), You see me I’m stunting/ Like a G (repeatx2) (Verse 2) Whaddup doe!, you know the time, I’m a ghetto superstar make the hood shine/ 7 mile representer you cannot stop that/U know me I be popping where it pop at, Yeah I blow yo top back, Koda man stop that, That’s what the girl say while I blow her top back/ Tell the DJ Chop that, Nigga I’m fly you can catch me where the flock at/ I’m up in that sky, and I be blowing that green that keep me high/ Yeah me with 1 girl must be a crime/ she said I came across yo type at least ten times, I say I’m bout a dollar Bitch I need 10 dimes/ That means I’m fine, pause for the cause, Bitch get off my balls/ I’ma a real G and this how the shit fall/

(Hook) (I BE)- Pourin Liq getting drunk all these hoes wanna fuck/ soon as I step through the door U already know whassup!/ Pourin Liq getting drunk all these hoes wanna fuck/ soon as I step through the door U already know whassup!/ U already know whassup, all these hoes wanna fuck/ U already know whassup, Pourin Liq getting drunk/ U already know whassup, All these hoes wanna fuck/ Soon as I step through the door U already know whassup!/ (verse 1) (Yeah) I’m just doing what I’m supposed to do, pour liquor in a cup and then I fucks with a hoe or two/Take em to the room and they choosing deciding/ My mans got the kush I got the Trojans for the Slide in/ Hittin up my niggas, call yo bitches they invited/ tell em you wit some real niccas if they need reminding/ Two cars pull up and all the hoes jockin/ Gold diggin bitches wit they eyes on our pocket/ Whipped out the dick her eyes jumped out the socket/ Tonight like yo cherry baby I’ma get it poppin/ Yellow jacket on and she all in my Beesness/ Mixin rum and vodka (YUP) I’m on my OG shit/ Mixin weed and liquor they she play me till she zone out/ I don’t love them hoes so I TAG then I Roll Out/ Leave the scene scudded simply cuz I love that buzzin shit/ BI-hoes on my voicemail talking bout they suckin dick/ (Hook) (Verse 2) Have hoes switch up, like when ladies walk/ wanna garnish my pockets turn into a Celery stalk/ They talkin bout riding a carrera, Asian chick riding dick look like Tia Carrera/ Yeah-Ya /Hey-Ya BABY GIRL, let’s talk about the Love Below/ You can live in my lap, I’ll take you there…nice n slow/ Close in the nighttime, when I see lights I go/ Dipped out cuz she was power napping…I’ma piping pro/ Certified Mario, Fly offa leaf and well/ ain’t nobody beefin cuz I been known for droppin shells/Tell her, tell her that we be steady Wiling/ The type to HIT and disappear like we Kelly Rowland/ Superman high stay fly with no shelter/ Your Flyness been cancelled courtesy of delta/Every night, money from bitches, liquor to hoes, on with the radio, then it’s off with they clothes!/ (Hook)

(Verse 1) The hood call me chill my niggas know I’m real, at the bar about ta smash a couple hoes off of a pill/ I’m never on no hoe shit, keep it 100 pimp, niggas beefin bitch between us bet it’s bout a 100 clips. All my niccas criminals that’s code red criminal, my life’s private, MUTHAFUCKIN Genitals, get me on a track, and you know I keep it stupid ill, caught SARS last year and got swine flu still, Detroit I hold it down, what I’m reppin 7mile, hit that blunt just once in a while, right after yo bitch be breakin it down, Gun in my WAIST DEEP, runnin shit BIG MEAT, while you grinding in the streets I’m wit yo bitch grinding in yo sheets…Fuck you haters, you ain’t cold as me, Random ass shirt wit a black beaded rosary You know who it’s supposed to be, yo baby mom’s she chose a G, grinding on yo cartop in yo driveway while yo ass is sleep, I’m disrespectful, I’ll disconnect you, from yo body nicca I’ll PEACE & REST YOU, I ain’t no killa shit I’ma player first, pimp second, boss third, so fuck what you FUCKIN HEARD, You lame ass niccas step yo game up, you keep borrowing gas money for your rented Range trucks, We ride old schools pockets stay swole stupid, Doin 98 in the morning like we was fuckin Foolish…U know the crew bitch, this ain’t no knew shit, if you ain’t up on us, then yo ass is truant, see I’m the ruler…nice to meet you bitch, these niccas inching up, but I’m like a meter stick, Naw Naw you ain’t stunting to a G, how the Fuck you gonna BOSS up you a EM-PLOY-EE, yall niccas look fatigued you’ll need a Army to hang wit us, who the Fuck in they right mind wanna bang wit us, We got that chrome clenched and still on that grown shit, my niccas burnin trees cuz we wanna see SMOKEY homeless….NICCA. Its’ Monte in this BITCH!

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(MonteSS) Sippin on a Monday, higher than a Friday/ fresh then a muthafucka, call it Eagle Fly Day/ Whoever said the boy ain’t next up, must not of been around when he got the checks cut/ U messed up little nicca fess up, I should light yo mouth up like Uncle Fester/ Let it Fester all you punks pester/ can’t get a woman so you labeled as a chester/I hold the toast to burn that ass Nero, on the ledge like Hoffman call me a hero/ I’m the 1 I just see a lot of Zero’s/ Keep the Glock tight COCKED just like a SPEEDO/ I see through you/ yall pretend fake/ I keep the hood jonesin that Lorenz Tate/ that D’angelo that sporadic flow/ that mathematical outlying radical/ It’s work all day and re-up in the night/ and it ain’t just tonight we re-up in ya wife/ first round K.O. they boy throw sleep pills/ and after I tag out next up B-will/ (B-will) Gone Get em, you know they gone feel em/ backyard pimpin WE Vondies the River/ I’m high as a muthafucka, fly as a kite/ Lucky charm on the wrist boy I’m shining all night/ Smoking on the cess I’m high as I wanna be/ so fresh…Pop that bubbly/ flow real ugly/ like this bitch, trick off a couple dollars have her out outfits/ Then I’m out quick, quick said quit ya day job/ My goons get bored and It’s you I’ma rob/ Who wanna MOB, I’m the man for the job/ New Monte SS pullin clean off the lot/ Get it, sweet 16, gottta sweet 16/ Backseat got two Styrofoam cups full of lean/ B-WILL ANTHILL like a Gem, since every hood the same you know they follow him/ (Monte SS) I guess I gotta kill again, you ain’t a thug you ain’t neva seen a Kilogram/ U ain’t in the hood smoking on them Killa Gans/ only time you ever held the steel was a brillo-pad/ but it’s cool cuz what sells is what tells/ everybody tellin lies, especially when It’s televised/ salt water-spit so I make the flow cry/ and All I see’s fire when I write like the Devil’s eyes/ (b-Will) Satan niggas be hating 50 fuckin niggas posted at the gas station/ why am I waiting to jump up in the game/ a young money nigga wit a old school frame/ Charging in the game, sealed like a ziplock/ Monte SS cherry red no flip-flop/ NasCar speed think its time for a pit stop/ all around the world KandyNet it’s a straight shot.

(Verse 1) It’s Monte…real name no gimmicks/ full game no scrimmage/ A full court press the 2-2-1 or the 1-2-2/ that’s the baby gat deuce/ that’s tucked in the shoe of the nicca in the back of the club/ Poppin bottles of bub/ for the shorties whassup/ he ain’t thinkin he thug/ he just stuntin on thugs/ tough gunner run up/ then the squad running up/ security backin up/ cuz bullets fly in they guts/ a fast life but my need for speeds Gran Tourismo/ Spray at me I multiply my Gizmo’s / Gremlin Henchmen with gross credentials/ In Yuppie wear and I’m still unnoticed see/ a Argyle sweater and I’m floating in a Lotus Spree/ Feel the breeze I’ma Cucumber/ Baby say I’ma cute Cumer/ She’s my Chai tea/ Tea Bag, she’s bad re-lax shit’s easy like Exlax/ I entered the course/ cold as a corpse/ she into me course, so intercourse/ they was hot, but that was till I entered the sport/ now they hate to see me coming like Friend of the court/ I’m not high but still a roller, and I step out cleaner then ya grandma’s sofa…It’s over/ (Verse 2- Nino Rossie) Looking out my project window/ watching the wind blow/ knowing everyday is a journey not what I’m in for/ but Nin know love in the streets peace to my kinfolk/Gotta call from the freak last week/ shorties a nympho so/ I slide through, glow how I do/ Ma gave me the gumbo she from the bayou/ Treat her like a drive thru/ dog I get it and gone/ keep it moving like a Nomad, never sitting too long/ got to know I’m getting high, cuz my living is wrong/ My shorty n Kid is gone, but Life goes on/ and when the lights go on its time to shine/ I’m the best pound for pound dog line for line/ couple tips for getting paper nigga mind my grind/ mack pimpin precision making shorty ride my pine/ and then i ball like the starting five/ sharper than porcupines/ and keep a quarter pound for niggas that’s trying to find me out!/

Where am I at, sitting on the porch starring at the trees/ these niccas cross the street slang tree faithfully/ some dude flew in and started shooting last week/ so my pistol on my side in case I gotta shoot the breeze/ I try to keep my mom’s mind at ease like stay peaceful, but crossfire got me up late I can’t sleep folk/ Rhyming praying somebody hear me/ I’m lassoing my words hoping to bring crowds near ME/ My niggas like Chill you sound good though, but then niccas like why ain’t you go hood though/ It gets deeper then saying I’ll buss a cap n you, especially with a lifetime spent in the murder capital/ All that weight movin shit can wait shit, the rent’s due next month I could be in my mother’s basement/ to top that my wife might be pregnant, and my mindset is set on not using this weapon/ I’d be straight if my job wasn’t trying to fire me/ dropping resume’s and apps but ain’t nobody hiring/ I guess this is Karma for my sinning/ Opportunity knocking…oh wait that’s my engine/ Great another problem before I finish my sentence/ Can’t go nowhere so we back to the beginning/ sitting on the porch/ starring at the trees/ I know I said I’d quit, but I’ma have to blaze these/ Dump the guts out the cigarello as I fill the paper/ I think about the liars the haters the fakers/ my ex –group manager governor and mayor/ and then I heard my pops words…Verbatim/ If you never fight the battle how you know you couldn’t take em/ Stand strong son get over intimidation/ then I shed a tear thinking about his situation/ cuz it’s no way out and that hurt in the mental/ the same pain when a razor blade stabbed my temple, the same blood stained whether napkin or tissue/ Just missed a vein doc. Said it’s superficial/ but it’s cool I GOES hard NICCA WAY PAST THE WHISTLE!/ Work ethic yeah, but that’s just one issue, the rest are between the tear drops and the scribble/ Everybody wanna be different and do they own thang/ or fuck you over then act like they doin thangs/ Naw man you can keep you lil magazine/ $200 for a page and no one in that bitch been doin thangs/ guess I’m naïve I thought attentions what music brings/ all I got was tension/ and these fucking disses brutally/but luckily I’ma COCKY Bastard/ Better hope it ain’t me you performing after/ You underground niccas be on biyatch/ Y take your advice and you ain’t nowhere close to where I wanna be at?/ Maybe you fucked up lil nicca do you see that/ or was local hype the only aspiration reached at?/ bar for bar, word for word I defeat that, all this fuckin stress keep me motivated…BEAT THAT/ NICCA!/

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(Verse 1) When they see me up in traffic music blastin, that’s some other shit/ Nickelback and Greenday I’M rockin on some Money shit/ Talkin bout my future, but I’m presently facing my past/ trying to escape it so it’s like 180 on the dash/ girl got a doctorate messin wit a bachelor/ that means I got a house full of girls that I’M AFTER/ All I talks fly shit, speeches straight from NASA, you can read between the lines but you might miss the Chapter/ give her palpitations whenever she ride pine, stroke so deep/ it’s give her heart a hard time/She think I’m joking, but I’m quite serious/ girl licking her lips and I’m thinking that she curious/ Hennesey and good Ol’ ME make them BI-Curious/ get them both together, beat the pussy like I’m furious/ Monte C double dollar($) always stay G’d up, competition running outta style like they FILA/ Mixtapes I’ma fool on LP’s you’ll feel him/ make no bones about the bullshit I might spit a FEMAR/ Give it to you straight, when I say it then you know whassup/ Yeah they spittin, but what they say is bout as clear as mud/ _______________________ put a beat behind it wit a dance now we got a hook_________________MUMBO JUMBO!!!

First off you know who it is in the first place/ Tag team wit TUG BOAT, a Muthafuckin EARTHQUAKE/ Got million dollar dreams young TED DIbiase/ Truckload of bars and I move em at a MOB pace/3 Feet nicca please get up outta my face/ Salavating every track TENGO HOMBRE/ I’m so hungry, it’s way past muchies/ call me rude at the luncheon/ there’s no discussion/ I’m just trying to eat, stack money till it’s sky high/ 20 planes couldn’t drop it cuz my towers miles wide/ SAUCER face bitch see my DICK now her eyes wide/All the faces different races so my DICK look TYE-DYE/ She look like left eye, bust in her right eye/ sister wanted in but her teeth look like BARAKA/ She live with her baby dad…Pause, Comma/ His name DJ well baby Slay the DRAMA/ My fan page lost a counter, now I’m lying every hour/ all these niccas Gay having OMARION encounters/ Check me out buzzing, drinking never drugging/ Getting grown and sexy, but rather be young and thuggin/ rather be sipping something smashing two Asian cousins/ claiming it’s they first time, Know it really wasn’t/ I ain’t yo man naw, I ain’t yo damn spouse/ Bout ta fuck you in a truck, bigger than yo momma’s ranch house/ Sometimes I wig yeah, maybe I spazz out/ open up then legs girl let’s make yo stepdad proud/ I’m bout ta dive in/ got my swimming cap/ Beater speedo and some TIms tell me now how hood is that/see I got style…class all of that/ If you ain’t see me coming get up on ya ALMANAC/ Geronimo except I stay high/ parachute or not I ain’t about to fall up out the sky/ I’m all over this Bitch like her Epidermus, let it burn, alopecia baby if you permin/ Have ya girl yearnin, no she never squirmin/ GutenTag- Avitasay baby if you german/