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When I Go

by Ill Stafa

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1.
Caprice Classic (free) 01:32
I'm riding with my niggas Got a Peril bunt but The weed smoke thinker Caprice wheel roll like the girl on the pill From the ville suck a mean cock for a record deal got to stay ill till the day that I'm buried Ashton 108 all we smoke is blueberry My arsenal is heavy machine gun funk I'm spiting that ether throw your career in the trunk Rapped i the rug for you so called thugs Niggas claiming they killer but you never shot a snub You niggas get no love from any part of town Its funny how you hard till real beef come around I just smoke a pound get back to this hip hop party all the time get my bottles from tick tock Caprice Classic spitting to the masses In a strip joint feeling on a Biddy's asses patron in the glasses take another shot she getting real tipsy watch that booty dope and don't stop i respect you hustle You have to get your money every is a struggle My team is on the bubble e just ready to blow Either platinum or gold I'm my story is told What ever the future hold I Hope that is Golden Ill Stafa the chosen
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Get It (free) 02:30
Verse 1: Propane spita hard to go down like bevadre liquor Never seen sicker imperial disease Snatch in more lives than H.I.V Go try to play me no control on my console Buried your fossail smell threw my nostril Pussy made sweeter than minute made Lyrical renegade Jigga and Shady made Tale between leg you afraid straight BI atch Never comin out like Dr Dre Detox Listen up ock I spit nitroa Propane flow you dealing with a Pryo [Hook]Yeaaa I'm a hold it down This is my town from the top to the ground I'm so now the hotesst spita thats around I put the work in cause I'm aiming for the crown A.M.N repesent it thas what it is never lost I' a win i I'm goin get it just watch I'm goin get it just watch I'm goin get it just watch yea I'm goin get it Verse 2: Never fold like a fruiton Big headed Jimmy Neutron Black suit on I'm gone Like a hit from Barry bone Flow as hard as Barry Farms Never floss in non car even tho I need to Drop that money fam stu and avesil This niggas is Wiesel fetal You dud get subtracted and divide So how are you my equal I feed you knowledge and wealth Then you bit the hand like you was doin while thats fine But ever say my name in your line I'll put a niddle in your eye Like the lad singer in sublime [Hook]Yeaaa I'm a hold it down This is my town from the top to the ground I'm so now the hotesst spita thats around I put the work in cause I'm aiming for the crown A.M.N repesent it thas what it is never lost I' a win i I'm goin get it just watch I'm goin get it just watch I'm goin get it just watch yea I'm goin get it
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Get Better Forever (free) 03:11
[ Verse 1] I stay trap in the studio Dreaming for a gangsta Paradise no coolie Slipping sliding on stage trying to make a bigger name Stay away from all the evils that evolve in the fame In the game I'm Carmelo to this suckas Body a man down putting up bigger numbers Lighting striking stafa Who be spitting that thunder I make rain on your mind one bar at a time Stuck on the grind yea glue to the paper Very expensive brand never taste this flava Go and ask neighbor can't relate to my freshness True to my religion you chumps just second guess it Haters get mad then they try to talk reckless I flex it so cut when ever the beat drop Flows on steroids pumpin threw your stereo We murder the beat while deserve for a barrel [Hook] Drake said he want this for ever I Just want to get way better Stack more Chedda be what i got to be Handle my business put on for the family I'm tryin get my mind right Stand on my on two never ran from a fight No,no b what I got to be Handle my business put on for the family [Verse 2] And my hands still to the sky To busy to cry when theirs money on your mind I just want to provide for friends and love ones Every step to success it seams more trouble comes But I keep my head up move in a steady passe Execute all goals to the road to be great You can feel the faith and the streath sifter every word I said its like paste when glue to your nervous I drop mad turd on clowns and bozos Always been a expert out running you slow pokes Oik doke flow who you fooling with that wack style Real rap back now bring suck elite sound Black child born as a outkast Been a big boy no playistic cadilacs Murder every track till my diein day More money more glory that all i have to say [Hook] Drake said he want this for ever Ijust want to get way better Stack more chedda be what i got to be Handle my busines put on for the family I'm tryin get my mind right Stand on my on two never ran from a fight No,no b what I got to be Handle my business put on for the family
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American Baby (free) 04:23
Dip me in baking soda sat on a stove watch it fuzz up for hours live it so sour I'm so nowa presence is true power never been a coward Tearing down your industry You talkin real loud no one hearing your sympathy Cocaine remedy amn nation hold the reputation get it never waitin rebuking thew Satan got as a state prop no beans oke graduated hard knock ahead the glass diploma in a glass so much grass appeal still mass how long will it last till that sun burns out so don't doubt what we work to achieve In the American dream get it by any means sacrificing every thing in somthin we believe {hook} yes every i owe I will touch each sole with the words i hold I know I know in this I know I try to give back but they want me to go No so the label me crazy Speak from the heart that's how my dad raise me Hustle maniac that's how the game made Freedom in this slavery I American Baby {verse 2} Gather up the clouds make that thunder burn your city down overdrive mode electric with the verse A legend has emerge threw the creeps of the burbs Comin fresh off the curb fly lil stunta Jordan made sneakers and money eattin fingers Livin in a land full of sadness and pain people goin insane cause their they can't obtain While I'm the light that remain lead you threw the path All you do is walk the rest is simple math It's like I took a bath came back cleaner No dirt on my hand elbows neither When I fell face first tell me whats worse See your grandmothers death or her death before your babies birth Am I curse all I want is success But it's like you have to give your rest to be the best {hook} yes every i owe I will touch each sole with the words i hold I know I know in this I know I try to give back but they want me to go No so the label me crazy Speak from the heart that's how my dad raise me Hustle maniac that's how the game made Freedom in this slavery I American Baby
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Ill Stafa Ike Da Kid Sick Genuis on the track A.M.N [Verse 1] Uhh..My nigga we on the ball Any Means Nesassary ploting to take it all Stackin this money tall higher then olajuwon Crazy gupamole that my team is sceming on Check the catologe every page it be a profecy Dropin that science I ain't talking bout biolalogy So meny Lines you would think it was Geomerty Logicly at this pace nothing going to be stopin me Body of a exculate horse power of a nascar Mad bars I spit sharper then an chain saw I'm a let it rip split threw your winpipe Fresh in this air nikes make sure they lass tiet I'm a rip the bass right you can hardly ride the beat This young boi honor me I keep real scaficently Malicely slater you just like a toilet bowl no roll leave them smelling thier turn the air on ill [Hook] [Ill Staf]Ya man the music Leave you dancing I'm bout to make a killing 1960s Charles man son [Ike da Kid]Yea we so crazy [Ill Stafa]Sick [Ike Da Kid]While I might be [Ill Stafa]Music so hard you should call that bitch that white keys [Ike Da Kid]WHITE KEYS [Ill Stafa] WHITE KEYS [Ike Da Kid] WHITE KEYS [Ill Stafa] white keys music music so hard you should call this bitch that white keys looking so fly from snapback to the nikes what they call it [Ike Da Kid]WHITE KEY [Ill Stafa]White keys {Ike da kid}WHITES KEYS {Ill Stafa}ILL!!!!!!!!!! {Ike Da kid}Ya man the music Leave you dancing I'm bout to make a killing 1960s Charles man son [Ill Stafa}Yea we so crazy [Ike Da kid}Sick [Ill StafaWhile I might be [Ike Da kid}Music so hard you should call that bitch that white keys [Ill Stafa}WHITE KEYS [Ike Da kid} WHITE KEYS [Ill Stafa} WHITE KEYS [Ike Da Kid} white keys music music so hard you should call this bitch that white keys looking so fly from snapback to the nikes what they call it [Ill Stafa} WHITE KEYs [Ike Da Kid}White keys {Ill Stafa}WHITES KEYS [Verse 2] Ike Da Kid:Ike Da Kid nigga I'm a bout to make a killing A.M.N new bad boys the 88 pistons I be shitin on this niggas Keep on flipin on this chicken Doin shows cause a rucaus Keep it moving on this bustas this suckas try to fuck with us But they know th outcome Any Means Nesassary I aint talkin bout Malcome Got the luie wallet Only in it for a profit when ever we make deposts My wallets bigger then Wallace so... You see the way we rockin And the girls you see that they jockin And the cars basicly keep knockin Yea shoes and cloths we keep coppin oh. Up in the same spot with the same drop Got a couple niggas outside smokin on the pot This mothafuckas know we got money to drop Lookin so fly from the snapback to the watch oh wait you hear that sound we same niggas you can see around town Smokin on the loud smoke by the pound I'm so high I'm not coming down ehco:down,down,down Yea a couple girls give me a massage Acouble bad Nikkies mines while go have a Manaji [Hook] [Ill Staf]Ya man the music Leave you dancing I'm bout to make a killing 1960s Charles man son [Ike da Kid]Yea we so crazy [Ill Stafa]Sick [Ike Da Kid]While I might be [Ill Stafa]Music so hard you should call that bitch that white keys [Ike Da Kid]WHITE KEYS [Ill Stafa] WHITE KEYS [Ike Da Kid] WHITE KEYS [Ill Stafa] white keys music music so hard you should call this bitch that white keys looking so fly from snapback to the nikes what they call it [Ike Da Kid]WHITE KEY [Ill Stafa]White keys {Ike da kid}WHITES KEYS {Ill Stafa}ILL!!!!!!!!!! {Ike Da kid}Ya man the music Leave you dancing I'm bout to make a killing 1960s Charles man son [Ill Stafa}Yea we so crazy [Ike Da kid}Sick [Ill StafaWhile I might be [Ike Da kid}Music so hard you should call that bitch that white keys [Ill Stafa}WHITE KEYS [Ike Da kid} WHITE KEYS [Ill Stafa} WHITE KEYS [Ike Da Kid} white keys music music so hard you should call this bitch that white keys looking so fly from snapback to the nikes what they call it [Ill Stafa} WHITE KEYs [Ike Da Kid}White keys {Ill Stafa}WHITES KEYS
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Flashback (free) 02:54
nigga I'm gone.I've been home way to long I love moco but I need something bigger moving on with my raps gain more figuars Putting on for my city like yezzy and jeezy Remember the days when my hair was so peezy Back in elementary 88 youngin playin Pokemon cards Jordan's stay stuntin. When niggas got the frontin niggas got the scuffing use to ball at the rec till the sun set was coming Lil brother runnin chasing all the females hide and go freak back then we was so wild As a child still was a dreamer drive my bike across town came back before dinner never was a quieter but felt like a loser Learn from my ls on the path to be a ruler (Verse 2) check the demeanor .Never in your like seen a nigga dress meaner .Look more cleaner bring the flam to your eyes Fry beats like grill on bar at a time Main thing on my mind, i plot every day. Take over the planet like Pick and the brain. Low down dirty shame like the boy Keenan .live and living color their no humor in the seasons .all year witness cats catch beaten. Like Ronny King Less for DUI reasons Cops eat fesses never ran to the man even as a lad chump change in my hands gum in my pants black tee on,Had the first pennies in side soft ,thanks to Mike Ross mentor to the style gave me street knowledge ass a juvenile
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{Verse 1} Turn me up as we travel threw mankind Day and night I’m just trying live right but these cunts egging my life I look into the light never feed to the hype The devil is a bitch so Fuck what he sayin I’m feeling like goku first turn Super Sayian Got to defend my people from the evils in their ways Seen many men go out smoky blaze Raised in the cornfield then moved to the city And I aint have shit but my little brother with me Saving every penny tryin make a Lincoln to a Lincoln Never care what this cock suckers ever thinkin Raise threw cold winter their no winners Just beginner’s and cool guys turn in to sinner I’m craven for a dinner running on my two feet] Hearing shots ringing nearly hit me from two feet Hook: Get bread every hour I must I must Out here ain’t nobody you can trust You can Trust Takeover and it’s all on use Sex, Money,AND Murder In God WE Trust Get bread every hour I must I must Out here ain’t nobody you can trust You can Trust Takeover and it’s all on use Sex, Money,AND Murder In God WE Trust Verse 2: Redline rese Just another day in being real when another day at the job For the music folks I got somthin for you IPod Let’s keep track list in order no damn shuffle Swiftly the brain THC the muscle Every day hustle and every day struggle And either way who doesn’t want end up like Russell Yea nigga I’m talking billions Sky the limit on some Wayne cater shit no ceilings Yea we young but not young money it’s A.R and A.M.N Hip hop new rap bastard twins Red and Meth either Eric or Parish Back to the business fuck feelings niggas is careless Let’s go Never gave a fuck bout much The rap rappers ripper trust ALL FUCKIN DAY Smoke you lil niggas can I bust Every day cannabis yawl niggas is amatures Hook: Get bread every hour I must I must Out here ain’t nobody you can trust You can Trust Takeover and it’s all on use Sex, Money,AND Murder In God WE Trust Get bread every hour I must I must Out here ain’t nobody you can trust You can Trust Takeover and it’s all on use Sex, Money,AND Murder In God WE Trust Verse 3:Redline Rese Yo Ty man I like your shit I say naw you good Cause you the same sayin I wasn’t fuckin good Face your fear now nigga and bail out And do what everybody else does and sell out Another battle David and Goliath Fuckin with your boy rese you goin to be a lifer Grave yard lifa Mothafuck every time When I’m in the booth or in the circle killin cyphers Ill Stafa More money makin, more goals takin Never fakin action engaging Pack raps like magnums Live these girls shaken givin them back spasms I know it sound random but It’s what I been threw 9 wonder no Phonte or Big Pooh What the hell is it to you to do what I do? Young Muce take it in blood or eat it in soup Mothafucka Hook: Get bread every hour I must I must Out here ain’t nobody you can trust You can Trust Takeover and it’s all on use Sex, Money,AND Murder In God WE Trust Get bread every hour I must I must Out here ain’t nobody you can trust You can Trust Takeover and it’s all on use Sex, Money,AND Murder In God WE Trust
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Direct Deposit (free) 02:19
[Verse 1]Motor mouth kill a cow Blowing on the load got me floating off the ground Nigga said it wild in the city that we living in Half his brain on the curb like curry chicken Nitpicking pointing out the flaws Looking at the cross Having this sick thought I been on my Rand Moss I don’t have to talk to yawl Give me A bag of bread then i bounce pause.... Ounce of the raw live his jaw like bobby I prefer to smoke and drink never noise candy my Peyton manning toss another cannon Anything I touch blow up gambit You aint been repent FRANTIC AND PANIC I on my first flight pana I ain't landing Ol Lil bastard son no Sanford Lost in the word we just looking for some answer [Hook] You boy just do it ain't nothing to it While you on the side line watch how a playa do it I just do it ain't nothing to it AMN all day it’s that get money music, get money music (Verse 2) AHHH You boy back on his grind Make sure your career is taking a flat line Homicide flow I'm droning you retards Verbal AR you flip like a football Threw the up right I'm bright then a diamond Pockets same size as a offence a linemen King of the rhyming five finger profit my option Gain plenty and never stopin Robots are with me dons of the city Hanging with think chicks big hips so pretty Frenzy we got them tipsy the vodka Toke it to the head then I vomit on your Patna More epic then a opera Stafa Keep the game on his back like a proton pack So relax shift to Fifth gear Any Means Necessary we rock in this year yea [Hook] You boy just do it ain't nothing to it While you on the side line watch how a playa do it I just do it ain't nothing to it AMN all day it’s that get money music, get money music
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Jealousy (free) 03:46
Verse 1:You was the one to hold me down Whenever i did a show I'll go out to make you proud Don't forget the start of are relationship we would be on the phone till we saw the sun again lover and a friend yea she was a rider Use to sneak me in the closet just to hind me from her mom Turn the room to a Sonia when we did the dirty Never stop early we go though the night Sip the bud light you starting to at right So tiet had to loss up you a little Make you tickle when I touch your spot Booty drop like a wheel barrel Rollin you heart was stolen from me your ex was boogies Hocos Pocos got you in my magic fantastic stretch like elastic Now have a Little one he cant be a bastard love i have master whats he avenged music my first love then i meant you go with it cause its my dream i have to do down he road you intervene now we have a seed and a career must proceed A father i will honor a husband i cant be part of I'm living with this curse i know that it hurt But to be honest with you baby it wont work cause verse 2: each day go by i cry inside miss the hell out of my son cause I'M living on the grind i wish i more time to spend but he need new kicks i take him to see flicks and shot more pics I'm riding on this blimp taking another left but never refit from reality dream to be legend talking immortality driven in a may back with a blunt crack the family first but hip hop got to work i feel like i 'm curse i don't know nothing else But to write a 16 talk about i i feel they label me ill cause I'm sick with the lyrics and this other niggas fear every time they get near it never been generic as authentic as it comes know i have a meaning life being name the chosen 1 Life still fun eve tho a dark road sick thoughts piss off keep my arm fold cold nights no dinner in my sights friends down the street all they do is eat swin losing mind in the wold of Allusion drinking cheap beer living my brain polluted one puff zuded try not to act foolish but jealousy and envy have you acting stupid
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{Verse one} Baby was a dime piece Duds try to holla at her but sh won't speak Noise in the air diva to Infinite only date dboys that date an Infinity From Tennessee don't have the act cent Apsent and tarty hung over from college party Only 17 pass for 22 Expectionly when where makeup high hell shoes Walk around the school her and her lil crew Talk of the class how fat her ass is That didn't last after graduation Community college kick her out lack participation She said she needed time off for ventilation Ya right we all now you ain't bright Got mad pipe from this out of town trappers Hear ed roomers that she had a cause of clappers {Hook] She don't know where to go She don't know her home is Just slow down Slow Down Slow Down She don't know where to go She don't know her home is Just slow down Slow Down Slow Down {Verse 2} Shawty had it all Straight A's scholar ship to Depaul Cheer leading super star They went to the finals Prom queen pedestal tall ass the Ifal Tower had mad power in her small town Moved out shawty start changing Doin mad coke,mad x plus zanys Had no problem give up the panties A trampy in which she became Cocaine turn her mental to a daze Payed no attention to the teachers just ball players Lost her respect that sh got as a Senior Lost in the hype mess up her life very single night sh be taking that high Missin those lights Home away from home Baby so alone {Hook] She don't know where to go She don't know her home is Just slow down Slow Down Slow Down She don't know where to go She don't know her home is Just slow down Slow Down Slow Down
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You Can't Stop Me (free) 02:11
My town been callin me 108 rider Ashton repenter Watch me ball like shaq at center Save the world and be back for dinner never been a quite to the rap alliance See me spit at my finest stargaze every method the effort of track bomin vomit on a trumpet every rhyme lace with the dopiest Never think hopeless I tell it as it is And you can say what ever but all that negativity ain't goin to bring your bread up I been feed up with this D.C politics if the shit hot lets see how far it get performing in a mosh pit with a blunt lite ill stafa got this milfs hocking me 35 and she want to taste chocolate treat adultery with the long noise verbal toast got wicket stroke game its insane I'm on my Kirk Cobain Teen spirit spreading build build a revolution Rest in Piece John Lennon Ora nary people can hear John Legend You see me pledging to the amn fraternity but fuck u bum bitches I ain't let tin ya ll burning me Jubilee fire work with the hands Dylan of the get drop in a instant cant fuck with the imprint Its Like a Giant to a infant you get squash to a crisp words out my lips got me lift bottle of o.e Listen to ogs talkin bout the oldies o please you callin the police sayin yous a thug nigga more ratter then master splitter pass the liquor lets get this party crackin rap so fanatic making this people panic when the pen hit the padin with the rest that I'm add in you cant stop me u cant block me Skatin on a beat Gretzky playin hockey origami with the way i fold the paper a true terminator that's word to Schwarzenegger always innovator for greater never debater I move when i do it never remain stupid word painting buddest no easy but stay ruthless every bar pack a punch leaving you bitches toothless you cant stop me u cant block me Skatin on a beat Gretzky playin hockey origami with the way i fold the paper
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When I GO (free) 03:47
(Verse 1) Why this rapper be lien about their motives Say they grinding all day living on their mother sofa Me I'm in green call me a golfer Either the grass or the cash what plotting to be hold in. Presser never folding Open likes a briefcase. Crazy how I fry beef eat it like a cheese. EA ball like Madden qb vision One of Peyton Maning so IM rapping your division. Don’t case a coition with the guys from the east coast any means necessary team that you can’t control. Over load your system till it cause a break down. Live your girl chop and screw like she came from H town DMV bound but I stay PA Till I graduate came home found a bigger plate. Met a a couple duds from NY want to elevate tryin make this meals to deals letting it seat and marinate. [Hook] Flow like wow people like wow People like oh When I start a rhyme always be like yo I know when I go I'm leave the rap game going out of control My own do it my own We headin to the just to let yall niggas know I know WHEN I GO WHEN I GO WHEN....I.....GO [Verse 2] From the gate we been working this beats AMN motherfucka bring the heat to the streets. Doing all this shows counting all this doe Party with pretty checks barley rockin cloths. Kickin wild flows I get no break But I'm keep rockin until the rail shakes And break you ain't shit to the game Get one song and people forget your name Your lames get your own style stop copyin. Want to be Wayne so bad you steady mock in him. I'm a keep stomping till you flat on the floor And keep jotting rapes till I can't write no more. So roll that drow and throw up your lighter I' m strictly ILLmatic no body as flyer. Dope rhymer clutche your soul pen that poison bell bev davo [Hook] Flow like wow people like wow People like oh When I start a rhyme always be like yo I know when I go I'm leave the rap game going out of control My own do it my own We headin to the just to let yall niggas know I know WHEN I GO WHEN I GO WHEN....I.....GO

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released July 19, 2011

Producers:Jaron Waters,Allan Ali,Marcushizzle
Creative Director:Stigmatic
Engineer by:Kevin Alexander
Executive Producer:Ill Stafa

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