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Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
All I know is
go get it how the hell you going to make it
you ain't with it Niger where the f*** is your head
try to take what I'm getting that's a real bad decision and I'm coming for your head
code red Code Red Code Red Code Red
I only see one color
when I'm riding for mine I ain't scared to do time
You don't need that brother whoa
green light green light green light green light go
and I got a mean right you will never see it coming
I ain't even trying to fight
I'm just trying to move weight like lipo
psycho on the mic how I go
if it's beef on the street throw a spiral
I'm trying to eat I ain't tryna go viral its for survival
and hell no I don't fuc with no Five-O whoa
pulled up on her like Hi-Ho psych no
black Messiah actually sire I know
ask your mama rapid-fire Pyro
Shaq and Kobe in one
this is rap on steroids and then some
they been sleeping on me since day one
but it really don't matter
drop 30 Off the Bench they won't even see it coming
about to get a fast-break make the backboard shatter
it's my world I'm the top man out
I'm a real boss put my own cash up I don't ask for no handouts
all I do is go get it I'm bout it I'm with it that's the grown man route
Hook
All I do is go get it I don't ask for nothing
(Repeat)
Verse 2 - Black deniro
All I do is go get it I don't ask others boy
into film so I had to make a path [code talk on the phone] time to take another bath
which means dirty bags got to clean up the cash
always had my hands in the Pyrex vision
brain full of talent and a mind full of vision
so I had to sit and make a conscious decision
do I want the life or do I want life in prison
now I'm making movies and music just listen
used to put them on the news now I'm on the television
on the yellow brick road before Dorothy on the mission
Thick Smoke From the 40 usually clear out the tension still getting money from the streets I'm the plug
moonrock weed got the lean in The Jug
model sliding up all they want to do is suck
don't be mad who they choose, hate and who they fuck
I believe in going get it I don't believe in luck
all in my feelings how much money can I touch [repeat]
I believe in going get it I don't believe in luck
I believe in get it I don't believe in luck [repeat]
Bridge
No handouts we don't want no handouts [repeat]
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Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
A lot of y'all talk but I don't ever listen
you don't got enough dough for me to pay attention
You stuck outside the club you can't pay admission
my bitch got a big butt the Kim K Edition
Player listen you can tell I'm probably a felon
Let me tell him I can tell I got these niggas Jealous
I aint playing no games while y'all shooting pellets
can kill Sasquatch with this 357
it's Mandela my chick is Bella and I'm a rebel
and the screwtape is the New Jersey Devil
I'm about to flood the game yall ground level
I'm underground and overheads y'all sound regular
Uptown Settler ex Dope Peddler
I walk around like my mom ain't teach me no better
I promise imma shine cuz I glow better
Nobody taught me how to ride I just flow better
They try to compare me but I'm so better
I keep it realer than Tupac at Coachella don't f with us Have your dome swelling
I play in the mud but I don't do no telling
Hook
It's the same ole same ole
We about to take the game over lame-o
It's still the same ol
Play in the mud but don't play say no names tho
(Repeat)
Verse 2 - Skrewtape
I told them stay woke
by the looks of it you think I told them stay broke
lame-o Same Old Stage Show
so missed the wave we not even in the same boat
Smoke ring Halo on the payroll
Aim for the throne make the whole thing lay low
Flow Draino, Ralph on the raincoat
Shit take heart Like Kano what would they know
Pay no mind to that flash in the pan type Jam
These rap hands Slap Your Man
Last chance, fine suit yourself
You need help grab a tripod shoot yourself
Shotgun - smoke em if you got one
It ain't a party till the cops come
Catch'em flossing on a dry run
Looking like a boss so you know I get the job done
Hook
It's the same ole same ole
We about to take the game over lame-o
It's still the same ol
Play in the mud but don't play say no names tho
(Repeat)
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Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
I walk through like I live on the moon
I need space please give me some room
I'm just trying to stay grounded
But I'm surrounded by people so out of this world
I can't help but to travel
The king of Sound bitch
I'm so rock and roll I started off as a pebble
These frauds not on my level
I'm bout to kill this shit get a hearse and a shovel
I walk through like I already made it
You walk through looking all outdated that ain't vintage That ain't Pimpin you senseless what's your image
my chick a yellow bone like one of The Simpsons
My dark skin Jawn like one of the Jacksons
They tell me I'm flyer than one of the Jetsons
(We outer space yall)
I walkthrough raise the temperature
Then bounce like a check without the signature, damn!
Hook
I walk through like I got it
I walk through like I got it
I walk through like
(Repeat)
Verse 2 - Boogieman Dela
yeah im in this bitch camo everything
Married to the Game wedding ring on the pinky
Smelling all stinky wallet all chunky
Smoking on grass with hairs like Tinky Winky
Don't play with me like it's okay with me
I hear them Jack boys running down in your city
Come with it
I dare you run up on me
Pull this Roscoe p cold chain on him whoa!
Verse 3 - Hitready
Walking through
Pocket full of dirty money
fly dude with the cool stroll I only want the money
I used to love girls but they love money
now I love money and they can't get none from me
look what you've done to me was born thoroughbred
was touching little paper then I wanted more bread
like when I first got a dick suck I wanted More head
got to chase more bread got to chase more bread
Them bitches won't get shit here
Them trick Bulls up there
I be walking through talkin to
All my players I gave credit still owe me few
Walking through my neighborhood like I'm Mister Rogers Acting like I ain't got it but they know I got it
Because they pocket watching
Know I got that pocket rocket blocka blocka
Playing the phone because the cops is watchin
Designer jeans because the thots is watching
Walking through I got to pop one
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Nobody Knows I'm Famous.
02:39
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Call me sensei they look up to me like I'm tall as MJ
I get money the fast way
Everyday I swear I feel up an ashtray
I be feeling like the man when I walk through
Chicks acting like a pelican passed them
Shorty thicker than a bowl of oatmeal
I can tell by how it moves it's so real
These Buster's be looking but know the deal
I bust a head like I bust a rhyme for real
She bust it open I Bust It Down For Real
I hit the range I bust the pound for real
You don't know me don't act like it
Being Joe familiar I don't recognize you
I don't want your chick she is not appetizing
Might pass her to somebody in my pack of goblins
When I'm quiet don't worry I'm just masterminding
Should I take over the world or just the world around me Girl You Found Me and that's right you can't have me
And we can't do it raw I'm not your baby's daddy
I don't care who he is point the 380 at him
It only takes one time to act crazy at him
I'm a grown ass dude I'm a rude man
I walk like ain't nothing to prove man
I ride like ain't nothing to lose man
A hot boy like fuck being cool man
I catch wreck and I make it go down
I pull hoes and I make them go down but won't dig in them without a Trojan
I'm left lane riding I won't slow down I should kill yall rats like I'm Asian
I break the law I got to stay lo mein
it's a dirty shame how I'm so low down
I cook that beef just like its cajun
life too short just to play games
I've been feeling like this since the 8th grade
I'm feeling like I need a vacation
wish I can push a button change locations
but why am I complaining
I could be in jail or have me on probation
I could do it like them instead I'm so amazing
I'm a superstar but don't nobody know I'm famous
Now why am I complaining
I could be in jail or have me on probation
I could do it like them instead I'm so amazing I'm a superstar but don't nobody know I'm famous
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Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
I just want to do my numbers
Haters want to take it from us can't take it from us
I'ma kill them all summer
Everytime I pull up fried with the sauce on it
and all I smoke is sweetgreen
I don't want beef just a cutie in a g-string
Never catch me in a Sebring,
I be in a Cadillac classic with the seat leant
I make it look easy
Why they talk about me never say it when they see me
I swear talk is so damn cheap
I make moves I don't make promises I can't keep
Go play on the train tracks don't play with me
I'm just tryna make a way like it's on the scale
I got it all laid out from A to Z
And keep a PYT that don't kiss and tell
Hook
Every time I'm rolling through the street
If somebody do the wrong thing to me
I'ma lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind Everywhere I Go you already know
Somebody say the wrong thing I'll explode
And I'll lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind
Why you always coming out your lips wrong
You gon have me coming off the hip dog
You'll get pissed on if I'm pissed off
Be ready for game time when it's tip-off
(Repeat)
Verse 2 - Cambatta
You walking around in the dead body
You remind me of my next hommy
Your Chucky I'm his friend Tommy
I'm Chucky your Andy with the dead Mommy (batta)
My father's not a street dude
he went to prison for the shelter and the free food
Mama only had me for the tax check
I still owe her for nine months in back rent
I'm mad stressed and all I'm seeing is Black Death, vexed Shatter your glass chest and grab breath
Cash checks for the copper that a penny cost
Repenting like a copper in the Pentecost
Working with the pen and not the heavy Ross, skinny Ross Freeway, ready Raw - Peddler - been a boss
I'm a ghetto dwarf - metamorph - head this lost
like a severed off on a metal Cross
Hook
Every time I'm rolling through the street
If somebody do the wrong thing to me
I'ma lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind Everywhere I Go you already know
Somebody say the wrong thing I'll explode
And I'll lose my mind and I don't want to lose my mind
Why you always coming out your lips wrong
You gon have me coming off the hip dog
You'll get pissed on if I'm pissed off
Be ready for game time when it's tip-off
(Repeat)
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Verse 1 - Chill Moody
This year will change the conversation
like why he ain't signed yet To yo where he signed at
The wars on, ready for combat
One of a Kind kind rap, Let em know where to find that
The answer is Philly
Get the city lit like anytime the answers in Philly
700 situation with the band and we chilling
True Hustler, I can turn a grand to a billy, just watch me Told me dumb down for the dollars but it's not me
See me in that mag somebody stop me
Known to put it all on the test they tried to copy
Can't match my drive somebody shop me
Tell the labels come cop me for the haters come Pac me Moody, McCoy bomb-squad word to Hank Shockley
It's shocking how quick they'll learn
Never surprised by how quick they'll turn
My methods should spread a different germ
Triumphant vocab scribbled in my notepad
It moves so fast you know the crew gon last
see we was raised off the dynasty
Studied the highs and lows
And they missed steps in the future we ain't tryna see
It's more than what I'm trying to be
I'll School you on my City's economy
Then hear the track and tell you you ain't hot as me Bullseye darts aimed where your chest at
Got two left but you'll never know my next step, this next hand gon be my best yet
I cut the cards this time so that's your best bet
Shout out to Uncle Jack
Verse 2 - Boogieman Dela
Why they talk so much but they ain't saying nothing
Too much mouth you can tell they bluffing
Ain't been nowhere ain't seen nothing
I go wherever I want to and run it
I walk the walk I don't talk about it
When you check a pussycat it's an awkward silence Everybody swims till the Sharks come out
A lot of mouth till you see who they talkin about wait
That don't sound real to me
Sound a little bit like jealousy
Never believe when they talk so much
You gon have to show me why you talk so tough
Look baby I'm shining now
I grind too hard to let them knock me down
Either I'ma win or somebody gon lose
Got to feed myself I'll eat your food
Awwww man yall done made me do it
I swear they can't do it the way we do it
we ain't into them games that they play
Beef marinated and cooked the same day
You got to have cash to walk in these shoes
This ain't rap I'm just singing the blues
If I clench the five I'll black your eyes
Just to fight for my piece of the apple pie
Bridge
Why they talk so much but they ain't saying nothing
(Repeat)
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You Got the Wrong One
03:45
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Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
Keep my name out your lips unless you're bigging me up act froggy I'll fuck an amphibian up
You don't want to go to war cuz I ain't gon lose
You must got me confused
Don't talk that talk unless you're walking it to
a brick wall do you know what you're walking into
You bleed like me so you're easy to bruise
You must got me confused
Cash on deck, I can get what I want
I stay with a check like the first of the month
You don't got five on it you ain't hitting the blunt,
You must got me confused
The Devil Wears diadoras he don't wear Prada
I'm heavy with it I'm the big Don Dada
Casanova getting Gouda trips to Bermuda
My chick the cutest she tastes so Tutti Frutti
Awww Rudy all root for me
I swear it's my time my whole crew coming
You talk Bout It Bout it then do something
Everybody got guns who gon shoot something
Walking around with the thug face
Looks like I need some money and a hug face
Cash on custy, never been the plug face
Kicks look like first place, mud race
Since back in the day they used to call me Ace
Everything a-1, track record straight
I ain't never say a name check any case
I ain't one of them lames you must be insane
Shells hit the ground like loose change
If your life on the line you should do the same
If you don't do for self you a fuckin lame, if you don't do for a fam you the fuckin same
Hook
You got the wrong one
I ain't in the mood nah
You got the wrong one
You should pick and choose dawg
You got the wrong one
You got me confused uh
You got the wrong one (repeat)
Verse 2 - Boogieman Dela
You got the wrong guy
You got me fucked up I ain't one of them small fries Whenever we walk through the spot we all fried
Except that guy that's holding the 4-5
And if you pull it don't be scared to use it
Might find a bullet in you could have been the shooter
Now you play the Vic like you always used to
Even back in the day
Your own classmates used to school you
I'm not you I'm so glad Hallelujah
You don't ride your mopad with high mileage and no gas your low-class smoking low grade it's so sad
I couldn't be one of your comrades
I only roll with thoroughbreds Who bout they dough
And take care of their real kids
Nigga you roll with pill heads who steal TVs
don't get put in a wheelchair
Hook
You got the wrong one
I ain't in the mood nah
You got the wrong one
You should pick and choose dawg
You got the wrong one
You got me confused uh
You got the wrong one (repeat)
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Verse 1 - Boogieman Dela
Let's Vibe for a couple I'ma keep it real no bluffing uhh Spent a lot of years doing nothing
or doing dumb shit wondering if I'm good enough
Now I realize I'm the one
and I don't care where you from
If you don't feel the same way
You might to have to rewind the tape see
cuz we ain't playing no more
I got to get it how I live
I put my life on the line for this shitt
I ain't playing I'll split a Nigga wig
Cuz we ain't playing no more
I think you got the wrong guy
I used to want to get a slice I'm a grown man now and I want the whole pie
Hook
Cuz we ain't playing no more
I leave them games in the past
We ain't playing no more
I was going nowhere fast
We ain't playing no more
The elevator going up
I feel like King Kong and
My whole team strong
So they hatin on us
We ain't playing no more
Verse 2 - Boogieman Dela
Peep how I act brand new yo a Nigga done changed up The people I was close to ain't believe in me
I forgot them when I came up
I see them all lame-o never step their game up
Still be on the same stuff
You can say what you want to
if you can't prove it your shade cant Fade us
Cuz I'm going up, going up, going up, I'm on an airplane
If you seen what I seen you'd be scared straight
All Shook in the can hairspray awww man
better tighten up your hand shake
If you don't they'll be calling you frail
And we ain't playing out here
Catch you slipping while you making a sale
Hook
Cuz we ain't playing no more
I leave them games in the past
We ain't playing no more
I was going nowhere fast
We ain't playing no more
The elevator going up
I feel like King Kong and
My whole team strong
So they hatin on us
We ain't playing no more
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Boogieman Dela Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Boogieman Dela is as complex an artists as the name suggests. This Philly native grew up in a large musically inclined
family with three sisters and a brother all with an aptitude for singing and various instruments. In Boog's elementary years he studied the drums and the trumpet which began building the foundation of his musical genius.
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