Another set of visuals courtesy of Currensy, who has projects, videos, and freebies flying all over the place at the moment. I wish some of my other favorite artists would release material like this!!

Livin Lyrics by Curren$y

show room testarossa
nothing in here softer than your sofa
who the livest crew that you know of?
smelling like a pine when we show up
more get the rolled up

 hostess show us to our section
bring them bottles over tip the valet a fifty
… in the ashtray of the rover
that’s my new homie
i let him sit in there and get loaded
i pay the cut till the nigger either bored or i’m hungry
me and my hoes get pepperoni slices at 3 o’clock in the morning
this thing we built got my money stacks on stilts
got my mama driving the benz and leave these lips
stunting with our friends saturday night her game
still ain’t nothing changed their smiles
i rather see her having a good time
yellow gold daytona i’m a fine watch owner
track suit sleaze can’t hide the ass still glowing
this bitch rubbing on my cock see she fucking rolling
i do my thing and write about it

ride for it get on the stand and lie for it
blow try get up in the chair fry for it
never telling no snitching
rather swim with the fishes
niggers know i’m committed to jet living
yea you niggers lowbie ride
ride ride nigger forever hired
niggers we never die
jet living

i’m talking all of your doe fool i’m sitting on keys
pilot of the motherfucker j e t
now if want to join the team you know you must see me
but the sucker motherfuckers who you cannot be
big drapes in my crib hoes getting a good sleep
good rest, get up, go out do their best
on behalf of the set bring it back to the g’s
i throw some to my bitches spend the rest on weed
where you moving? you need
how can ever believe?
in your life time you square eyes have never seen
nigger on point flow so if a red beam
choose a side before we ride nigger no in-betweens
that’s the fire to their rock on
call the shots from a solid gold rotary phone
counting my cheese nigger
the big chief plucking all in my sleep
bumping shinning that five nine nine oh my

ride for it get on the stand and lie for it
blow try get up in the chair fry for it
never telling no snitching
rather swim with the fishes
niggers know i’m committed to jet living
yea you niggers lowbie ride
ride ride nigger forever hired
niggers we never die
jet living

chorus

Rack City (Remix) Lyrics by Tyga, Wale, Fabolous, Young Jeezy, Meek Mill & T.I.

If you ain’t gettin’ dough shawty, you don’t get to go
And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes
My money fourth and long, you don’t get to throw
Rack, rack city shit

 Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, i’mma be here for a while
I’mma be up with them ounces, i’ll see you when you out
Stuntin’ for the fuck of it, I ain’t with the sucka’ shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government
Fuck whoever judge ya’, and trick whoever love ya’
But don’t expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, rack, rack city shit
She ain’t right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin’ niggas that they 26

[Hook]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Fabolous]
Silver emblem two black r’s
Who’s that in the nice black car
Autopsy came back the results are… cause of death? bars
Got a killer flow from the llama Got a killer ho half Colombiana
Half Dominicana poke out from behind her
Work out a little bit get the rest from her mama (niceeee)
Black city bitch black out a old 3
California king kush black out from og
You made your death bed now lay in it
The end is here start saying it

[Young jeezy]
I’m in my other car
’bout to get my other car
They like talk to em Young
This a seminar
Tw-tw-twelve carats and thats all ears
One duece six yeah thats all gears
I got my other broad talkin to my other broad
While im in the back talkin to my other broad
OKAY!
Look like we gotta got a foursome
Three bitches in my bed, ’bout four some’n
Yeah see I let my nigga hit that
Ya ain’t done
See I let my nigga split that
Shoe game bad yeah she might know something
But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something
Yeah you know its just me and you tonight girl
But if you bullshit I leave you with a white girl
You know how we do it nigga ass and titties
A-Town, yeah, that’s trap city

[Hook]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

[Tyga]
Black fours red drop head doors
Got your whore doing shit that’s uncalled for
I see the bitches calling I just hit ignore
James Bond Tom Ford outta haute couture
We ain’t got em’ every block gon spot em’
120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping
Niggas open it up, cause they ain’t popping
Ain’t got nothing in common with niggas with no commas
Red head of ? wreck shit junk yard-ed
I be ahead of these niggas last team guillotine
YMCMB Niggas ?
A bad bitch then I pass it to my nigga Meek

[Meek mill]
Meek milly racked up racked out
And I be counting money till I pass out
Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house
And I be saying something when I mash out
In the lambo looking like a fly
I shine like something in the sky
These haters hope I hurry up and die
Cause my bitch look like she said hurry up and bye

[T.i.]
Me and three females in the CL
Pink toenails tail like a beached whale
Tell em all better keep it on the DL
No phone no twitter no email
Diamonds in the chain, none in arrears
Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit
Pocket racked up all big faces
After party crib full of broads all naked
Rose cases, we pop daily
We stay faded, need no occasion
Latin and Asians, Blacks Caucasians
All go crazy for days they amazement

[Hook]
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten, twenties and them fifties bitch

Diggy Simmons isn’t exactly a great rapper but we definitely believe he has the potential to be great one day. All depends on how he executes his moves and plays his cards. Here’s his latest visual for a his record featuring Jadakiss titled “88″. This is off of Diggy’s upcoming Unexpected Arrival album which is scheduled to drop on March 20th.

88 Lyrics by Diggy & Jadakiss

You know they gon’ say
What Diggy know bout 88?
Well I know this much
They made a lotta money back then
And that’s what mine lookin’ like

[Verse 1: Diggy]
Aye lil, it’s Diggy
Got the key to the city
Check my family tree
You know uncle taught Diddy
Who turned around and taught Biggie
And Biggie taught Jigga
So you can just imagine what he teaching me
My top down in the winter
My doors up in the summer
I pulled up to the light
And I drove off with her number
88 is the number!
Like Michael Irvin but younger
Ain’t no preserving my hunger
No they like “Where did he come from?”
Well I got 2 years in
And a couple of months
Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown
It had a couple of bumps
They be showing me love
Minus a couple of chumps
In my best Chris Tucker voice, “Is this watchu want?!”
[Hook]
No need to front
Homie pardon my back
I’m gettin it crazy
How retarded is that?
I’m playin’ my cards
Got a fist fulla ace’s
And these lil faces
I’m spending you prolly could trace it
To 88
88 [x15]
(And I’m still spending money from 88)
[Verse 2: Diggy]
I hear the hate
I don’t sweat it
Cause I’m getting that fetti’ (I said it)
I see a lot of mad rappers
Derric D-Dot Angelettie
Compliments to the chef
Ya boy out here eatin no umpire
Why you watchin my plate?
While you watchin my pockets, Jordan 3’s in my closet
I get it all sent to me
So, I don’t need to go to shoppin
I ain’t braggin, I’m swaggin
My fly ladies whats happening?
Shout to Nicki
I’m an Aries and we go good with Sag’s
Ehemm
Hope that made you smirk
I’m a flirt like Kirk
With Dirty Money God made dirt and (Uh) dirt don’t hurt
This for my, That’s gettin it every month on the first
[Hook]
No need to front
Homie pardon my back
I’m gettin it crazy
How retarded is that?
I’m playin’ my cards
Got a fist fulla ace’s
And these lil faces
I’m spending you prolly could trace it
To 88
88 [x15]
(And I’m still spending money from 88!)
[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
Yo, That’s what my family was rockin’
I just sat back and watched em
I was only 13 So I ain’t know nothin bout coppin’
I just knew that they had it
And if I asked then I got it
It all started from trees,
Then it turned to narcotics
All the whips was exotic,
All the chicks was erotic
Money was comin’ so fast
All you needed was product
And somebody to test it
Find a good place to try it
Never keep nothin’ on you
Find a good place to hide it
If I’m in it I own it,
Cause if I like it I buy it
Keep the loud in the air
Kinekt like that I’m quiet
How’d you hop in this platinum
And you ain’t even near gold
Cause I’m still spendin’ money
That’s 24 years old!
88 [x15]
(And I’m still spending money from 88!)

Hodgy Beats, off Odd Future fame, just delivered his latest project, the Untitled EP and it features one hell of a lineup in terms of producers. We’re talking Flying Lotus, Thelonious Martin, the Alchemist, Jonti, and Juicy J. But hey, enough talk, DOWNLOAD THE EP HERE.

Wiz Khalifa stopped by Hot97 and gave Funkmaster Flex an exclusive preview of this new tune. Wiz is getting busy at the moment in anticipation of his upcoming mixtape titled Taylor Allerdice. Enjoy.

Sorry homie, lyrics for Wiz Khalifa – Mary x3 are not available. Hook it up and comment them below!

Wiz Khalifa drops a really interesting tune as far as the trippy insturmental goes – diggin it a lot! The singing at the beginning isn’t all that, but don’t worry – there are some memorable bars at the end

Lyrics after the jump:

Morocco Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa

Is a record somebody grab me a lighter
there’s a swag

they say they were
you gonna live your life
maybe, maybe
they wish they could living for you
say that thing, say that thing
I’m happy that you made it
but really, they wish it was them, them, them

damn, damn x 4

don’t come down
keep your head above the water
and when they down
just keep sure and I match em stringer
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the smoke too much
I think I gotta thinking problem
but if you and me all this at your place
f*ck what you do

I’ma be the same, I probably never change
niggas think I’m new but I got..in this game
victim with my thing I’ve been here caught..my way
been all them..them dollars in my chain
you say you want a rock star
a big shot, well ti take a little time, a little patience
plus I give all I got

Finally new material from J. Cole after what felt like a lifetime and then some! Certified fire. Listen below.

Grew up Fast Lyrics by J. Cole:

Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed

By a guy who was my friend, I see him now and then
But, I pretend I’m doing fine, when I’m about to lose my mind

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast
Money fallin’ out my pockets I got too much cash
Can’t fit nothin in her pockets she got to much ass like God damn
Well if you must ask, we from the school from hard knocks but your crew cut class
Half white but don’t think I got a klu klux past, when I’m up in the V, police be f-ckin with me
No sir no license all I got here is this f-ckin degree move along cocksucker ain’t nothin’ to see
Unless you talkin blockbusters, you niggas is not Russell, you more diggy, me I’m more biggy
No diss to the young boy I’m just rappin get bored quickly, just to make up for that line invite him on tour with me
Show him the game let him Fernago these wh0res with me, run through they doors with me, hit the rich for the night
Leave a man with 2 dikes probably change a nigga life right, what up Vanessa I loved you that one semesta
Thanks to my profession I balled like uncle fester, thinkin about the board I use ta have above the dresser
Half the shit I wrote down I did it, its old now, got new goals, plus my money on Manute Bol
Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows, tired of every chick sayin’ she models before she swallow
So I only f-ck with hat tricks, b!tches with a few goals
b!tches with a few goals, hat trick nigga

[Bridge]
Niggas keep askin me how ya feel how ya feel
Its Coleee

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Look, look not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is I gotta greater purpose then a hater purpose
I’mma stack paper, hustle just to relax later, serve niggas and bring change that’s a waiters purpose
Look how I made em nervous niggas is shakin I know they fakin
Ok you killer right, and Mrs. Cleo is Jamaican
And Bob Marley is Haitian and me and Beyonce datin’ and Jesus Christ be hatin got mad love from satan for f-ckin Sanaa Lathan
While Meagan good is waitin, I’m the deadbeat father of your little brother, in other words God damn I’mma bad mother f-cker
Its Cole, its only right I brought back the soul, y’all got way to electro, damn near techno, halfway homo, way to metro
Hennesy XO, Cole flow special, style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row, learn somethin boy, grow yo ass up, cheap nigga if you was
Liquor I’d probably throw yo ass up, matter a fact if you was grass I’d probably mow yo ass up, last call for you old niggas go and pour yo last cup
Its Cole
Cole world

Deep thundering bass on Odd Future’s new tune Rella – Hodgy, Domo Genesis And Tyler, The Creator go hard on this one – and the visuals are just excellent!

Rella lyrics by Odd Future, Hodgy, Domo Genesis & Tyler The Creator:

I fucked this flow
This is my electronic press kit
Uh huh it’s some fresh shit
Nigga recollect bitch
Grow grey hairs, don’t stress it

I text message, messages to fuck in estrogen
She lets me in, I sex her then she sexier than my leather vans
Cause I never am purchasing
Reimbursing your currency
Put your body on the
To work the street, I hurt the streets
Heard she sweet, she hershey’s sweet
But me I’m extravagent
Hop on the bandwagon kid
I’m about to tell you some tragic shit
The love is lost and the drugs they cost, in the studio mixing raw
Bitchs… my draws like you.. my draws, nigga my dick’s in her jaw
I’m Wes Snipes with lead pipes, don’t dabble with the apple
Cause a swagga like mine turn them apples into Snapple
Fuck the pick of the raffle, king of the castle
Nigga, Genghis Khan mention, Marilyn Manson
Making money in the present, it be safe for my grandsons

[Verse 2: Domo Genesis]

Suicide watch nigga
Kill yourself
Oposition who?
Nigga reveal yourself
How you steal our swag and figure you still yourself?
Splinter cell creepin in this bitch, you couldn’t feel the stealth
Wolves are prowling, hunger at it’s fucking best
I’m a beast like the gorilla head that is on my chest
Please let me flex, I’m going off I need some fuckin’ bread
Drugs are green, my bitches white and tonight I need fuckin’ head
Excuse our swag, I’m tryna tone it down like Jenny Craig
Fresh to death then I guess we living like the living dead
Oh shit yo bitch, look at how I’m doing you
Bitches on my dick but look at me I’m fucking beautiful
Niggas tryna figure out, but all I hear in my interviews is why this so cool? you niggas are so unusual
Wolf Gang, point me to a nigga I should prove it to
Under pressure, we just stand in the middle like hula hoops

[Verse 3: Hodgy Beats]

The fortress is fortified (bitch)
Money in my pockets like I’m forty-five
Hodgy beats recording live
Bitch I be surely high
And I don’t need wings to fly
I’m the air with the pigs
Left Brain, Domo Genesis

[Tyler The Creator]

Knock, knock
Whos’ there?
It’s me, your girlfriend had a really nice meeting with my dick
I killed that pussy and grabbed that knife
Now I got real authentic cheetah print shit (nigga you’re a liar)
Nigga don’t believe me, kiss your lady
And where you gonna get those heebie jeebies?
Nigga my dick stay ?
I make it look easy
Fifty-one fifty, I’m off the heezy

[You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy? 5 albums, 100 songs, and you ain't got no fuckin' yeezy? I betchu got some J-Kwon. You ain't got no fuckin yeezy?]

Came in the game like Speedy Gonzalez, I’m fuckin’ Looney
See these girls talkin’ all that shit (what?)
I’m just tryna see some tits (what?)
Let’s get it poppin’ like, MC Lyte, around some dykes
Out this bitch like hokus pokus
And me and Lucas got a couple of pickles
And met up with bitches, gave ‘em cum on their dimples
Then my dick went limp so, took about 3 pills of Extenzo
Now my dick’s longer than a 5 door limo
Harder than a soft right hook from kimbo
On PCP and cilantro, when I’m with your bitch im like
Where my dick doe?
Now she think I’m bout to eat her hole
Encho and lada, I gotta lotta that Preme and I’m paying nada
It seems tha I’m product placement but not I’m just fuckin’ awesome
Yo mama look like a ugly, loser

The Slaughterhouse crew leaked this track off of Crooked I’s upcoming mixtape yesterday. Track is produced by Boi-1da, Drake’s in-house producer. Peep the track below!

Kid Cudi just leaked us a previously unreleased track recorded during the Man on the Moon sessions back in 2008. If you enjoy this, keep an eye out for Cudi’s album under the name WZRD,which will drop on February 28th!

Sorry homie, lyrics for Kid Cudi – Dose of Dopeness are not available yet. Hook it up and comment them below!