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YG - My Hitta

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Album: Boss Yo Life Up Gang
Released: 2013

My Hitta Lyrics

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' hitta
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with My Hittas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas

My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (My motherfuckin' hittas)
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta
Duh

First thing's first I love all my hittas
This rap shit cracked and I involve my hittas
You lookin' for some lean, lemme call my hitta
He sell it for the high, I need all mines hitta
Some hittas smoke smoke, some hittas drink drank
Got hittas on the block with the glock that don't think
That's a hitta back up, they in a bucket lapped up
I got to act right if you hittas wanna act up
He talkin' like a snitch no, that ain't my hitta
He trippin' off a bitch no, that ain't my hitta
Take a hitta case, yeah that's my hitta
Know him since I was eight, yeah that's my hitta
Fucked my first bitch, passed her to my hitta
Hit my first lick, passed with my hitta
Fuck them other hittas 'cause I'm down for my hittas
I ride for my hittas, fuck them other hittas (snitch)

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' hitta
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin' outside all day with my hittas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas

My hitta, my hitta (Dope boys my hittas)
My hitta, my hitta (YG my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (Rich Homie my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (It's the motherfuckin' world)

Just know I'm down with the hittas down for me
I got 2 words for you, love and loyalty
It was me and my hitta, trippin' on a half a B
When we used to hit a mall and buy everything we see
Me and my down ass hitta gettin' twisted
Hitta get to trippin', knock the gravy out your biscuit
Just know I fucked with you the long way, my hitta
So when I see you out I'm like, "Hey, my hitta!"
Drink that act right by the case, my hittas
Drink that act right and get straight with my hittas
Me and my hitta ridin' dirty trynna chase them figures
Who got the yopper, who got the yola? Don't matter, go figure

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' hitta
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my hittas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas

My hitta, my hitta (My motherfuckin' world)
My hitta, my hitta (YG my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (Rich Homie my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my)

My hitta's got K, money got weight
My hitta fronted me, he the reason I'm straight
My hitta got a house, my hitta got a lake
My hitta we eatin', my hitta get a plate
And we're still hittin' licks, my hitta, my hitta
Runnin' off a hitta shit, my hitta, my hitta
I fucked a hitta bitch with my hitta, my hitta
If a hitta talkin' shit then he ain't my hitta
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
Yg my hitta and I ain't goin' in, ain't trynna leave my hittas
Shawty seein' me and want to leave with a hitta
But it wasn't enough room 'cause I came with my hittas

My hittas, my hittas
I need a set of wings 'cause I'm too fly, hitta
And I'm all about my business like a suit and tie hitta
I ride for my hittas (Believe that)

I said that I'mma ride for my motherfuckin' hitta
Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my hittas
And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my hittas

My hitta, my hitta
My hitta, my hitta (My motherfuckin' hittas)
My hitta, my hitta (My hitta, my hitta)
My hitta, my hitta
Uh

My hitta, my hitta
My hitta, my hitta
My hitta, my hitta
Uh

Writer/s: Broadus, Calvin / Jenkins, Jay / Mcfarlane, Dijon / Jackson, Keenon / Lamar, Dequantes Devontay / Adam, Mikely / Lawson, Craig / Miller, Corey(C-Murder) / Johnson, Atwood
Publisher: EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes
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My Hitta

After LA-based rapper YG announced that his debut album would be executive produced by Young Jeezy, the pair begun frequently collaborating. The fruits of their labors included this ode to love and loyalty, which was initially released as a track on a EP released by the Atlanta rapper's label, CTE World, #It'sThaWorld. The song was then included on the first official CTE World mixtape, Boss Yo Life Up Gang. Released as the record's lead single, it became YG's first Hot 100 Top 40 hit.

The song is actually titled "My Ni-ga," with the edited version being called "My Hitta."

This banger also features a verse by Atlanta rapper Rich Homie Quan, who also performs the hook. It was recorded around the time he was breaking with the street anthem "Type Of Way."

The beat was supplied by DJ Mustard. The Californian producer is YG's DJ, and his other credits include the hit singles Tyga's "Rack City" and 2 Chainz's "I'm Different."

DJ Mustard was born Dijon McFarlane. The producer admitted during an interview that he doesn't like the yellow condiment. "I don't even eat mustard," he said. "That s--t is nasty."

YG recruited an all-star cast on the song's remix, grabbing verses from Lil Wayne, Rich Homie Quan, Meek Mill, and Nicki Minaj.

The song was also included on YG's debut album, My Krazy Life. The record was originally titled I'm 4rm Bompton - the replacement of the "C" in Compton with a "B," is a common switch among Bloods gang members. YG changed the disc's name to My Krazy Life on the advice of Young Jeezy. "He said, 'If you come out with an album (called) 'I'm 4rm Bompton,' you'll only be (catering) to a certain crowd of people,'" the Compton rapper told USA Today.

YG did the song in one take at Quad Studios. He knew it was going to be a street anthem as soon as Rich Homie Quan got done with the hook. He told The Boombox : "We put it out and it started doing what we thought it was gonna do, but then the DJs started playing it on the radio and making their own clean versions and everybody was calling in like, 'Ay, this the s–t!' So we're like damn, how the f--k we gonna clean this song up?

"It took us like three weeks to figure out the clean. That was a little cold ass situation."

YG - Who Do You Love

YG - Who Do You Love Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: My Krazy Life
Released: 2014

Who Do You Love Lyrics

Who Do You Love

This DJ Mustard-produced track finds YG hooking up with Drake. Although they didn't link up in the studio, the "My Hitta" spitter and the Toronto MC had multiple conversations about the song. "I've been running into Drake for some years and every time I run into him he tells me that he likes what I do, and he wanna work [together], so the time came," said YG.

"I sent him a beat, he liked the beat, said 'this the one, I'ma hop on,' so he hopped on it and we're about to shoot that video too," he added. "We were going back and forth on the phone about the record, then he sent the verse back. That's how it goes most of the time nowadays because everybody be on the road doing their thing."

Drake's verse leaned on some lyrics from Bay Area spitter Rappin' 4-Tay's 1994 number "Playaz Club."

Compare Drake's:

I got a shorty named Texas Sin
She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio late night
That's why the songs that you hear comin' real tight.

With 4-Tay's:

I got a ho named Reel-to-Reel
She got a buddy named SP 12, now you know the deal
We gets freaky in the studio late night
That's why the beats that you hear are coming real tight.

Though it was obvious that Drake took his lyrics from "Playaz Club," the Toromto MC presented them as his own. 4-Tay eventually received $100,000 from Drake's record label, OVO Sound, after he questioned the similarities between the two sets of rhymes.

YG - Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin)

YG - Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin) Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: My Krazy Life
Released: 2014

Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin) Lyrics

I woke up this morning, I had a boner
I went to sleep last night with no bitch, nigga, I was a loner
I be going through shit, losin' bitches and homies
If I don't make it with this rap shit, nigga, I might be homeless
My moms don't got a job, my pop's checks ain't enough
If ain't bringin' home that money, my whole family is fucked
I swear I move like the mob, I'm watchin' movies too much
If niggas wanted you dead, what would you suggest?
They wonder why I do drugs and hang with thugs
Since I made it the city hated, wait, where is the love?
I ride around with my gun, this is not for fun
I stay protected cause my homie just took one to the lung
Had him on life support, where's the family support?
He knew who shot him, but he ain't even show up in court
Yeah, that's a real G, nigga, he on a kill spree, nigga
The homie popped him so I hope he don't kill me, nigga

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

Now I'm ridin' through traffic with 2Pac blastin'
With a bitch that's irritatin' from all these questions she askin'
Like what bitches I fucked, when, how and where
You ain't my main bitch so why the fuck do you care
That's why bitches get fucked, then turn around and get left
Somebody need to teach them less talk, more sex
I'm pressed when I'm stressed, my granny tell me I'm blessed
Well, why the fuck do Jesus Christ got me goin' through this shit?
Everybody need favors, what happens if I go broke?
Or say I ain't got it, then buy my lolo some new spokes
Right up in your fake setup, fuck you up like some mace
So fuck your handout, give a young nigga some space
Give a nigga some Ace, give me a blunt that's laced
Sprinkle some molly in it, watch me take this shit to my face
The snitch is the shooter, they took time away from his case
Holy shit, oh lawd, where is the world today?

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

I swear this industry shit, to me is one big ass lick
I walk inside of a buildin', tell the A&R nigga strip
Tell 'em I need all of my chips, my life been known Section 8
I've been a welfare case, AFDC pump fake
Meanwhile I'm grindin' cause drug money ain't like rap money
Four white kilo snow bunny, equal one whole show, dummy
I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up, I got a bad call, they killed Braze
They killed Chad my big homie Pup
Puppy eyes in my face, bruh, and I've really been drinkin'
Why the fuck I've really been smokin'?
What the fuck, I'm the sober one
When I'm so stressed out I can't focus
Hideout when I ride out, ski mask with the eyes out
Speed past in the Cutlass-me and little Ocho
And we young nigga hop out
2 tears in a bucket, I feel like fuck it
That's the price of fame, recognize my pain, that's all I know
All alone, but I'm out here though
Call my troops like vamonos
I'm on this tour bus and I'm fucked up
I got a bad call, and it's all bad
Off OG with my OG and some OE, by the tall glass

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
That's why I really be smokin' and I really be drinkin'
I be going through some things, you don't know what I've been thinkin'

Writer/s: KENDRICK LAMAR, KEENON DAQUAN RAY JACKSON, BRANDON MOORE, TYRONE GRIFFIN, MARLON TRAVIS BARROWS
Publisher: UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC, SONY ATV MUSIC PUB LLC
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Really Be (Smokin N Drinkin)

This My Krazy Life track features YG and Kendrick Lamar rapping about using chemical and alcoholic substances to numb the pain over Ty Dolla Sign's sparse bass line beat. "Kendrick told me that when it was time to put out my album he was gonna hop on one of my records," YG told MTV News. "He wanted to hear the whole album, so we played him the whole album and then he heard that song and was like, 'I'm hopping on that, that's the best song on there.'"

YG - Thank God (Interlude)

YG - Thank God (Interlude) Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: My Krazy Life
Released: 2014

Thank God (Interlude) Lyrics

All my life, wanted to love you, wanna make you proud
To never leave you or how they fly
Gave up my loyalty and paid the price
Got me asking why these people wrong you, but you done them right
They giving up and all you do is fight
You sacrificing, you would even die
And I thank God for never leaving me alone even when I'm on my own
Won't break up, stand up strong
And I thank God for showing the road to go
When I'm weak and feeling low, built up, but never show

Sorry, Ms.Jackson, I hate to call in this fashion
I understand it's late and you work harder than average
Plus I'm knowing that you and your son have been clashing
But Kenny called and told me to tell you what happened
He hit a lick with his homies, his homies switched it on him
They spent the money, he got greedy and put the pistol on him
Shots fired from both sides, but nobody died
I thank God he survived and got out alive
But this gon' hurt you to hear
Kenny went to jail, might be facing some years
Police say it's evidence he broke into someone's residence
The neighbors say they witnessed it and plus they found fingerprints
They say the bail like 50 thou
But it's gon' be like 5 thousand to get him out
Man, I told him not to fuck with them niggas
I'm sorry, I don't mean to curse, but I just never trust 'em at all
And he up in the pound, my dawg
And his girl ain't accepting his call
Can't let him fight the charge in his cell, he didn't bail on me
I got 2, we just need the other 3, fight the case on his feet

Writer/s: JACKSON, KEENON DAQUAN RAY / MCFARLANE, DIJON ISAIAH
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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Thank God (Interlude)

My Krazy Life tells the story of the hardships YG faced growing up in Compton, his gang affiliations and the time he spent locked up in jail. This song finds his mother being informed on the phone of her son's arrest. This track features Big TC and the rapper's Pu$haz Ink labelmate RJ, however YG himself never appears. "I couldn't call her, she didn't want to hear nothing I had to say," YG explained during a RapFix Live interview of his omission from the track. "So I had the homey do a verse talking to my mama, let her know what's going on. That's RJ, that's why I wasn't on the song."

Big TC is the younger brother of rapper/singer Ty Dolla $ign. He recorded his take while locked in prison on a murder charge. "The person you hear on the song first is Big TC, he's in the penitentiary facing life. So him and his homeys be recording songs on their phones and uploading it to YouTube," YG explained.

"We was on YouTube one day and DJ Mustard was playing it for me and I was like, 'That's hard, make a beat to that.' So we got it off of YouTube, turned it to an MP3 file, he pulled it up and made a beat to it."