Run Up On Me Tho Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Kip Wilson Chorus And we heard that you ain’t dope And we heard that you can’t flow Run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho And we heard that you ain’t dope And we heard that you can’t flow Run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho, run up on me tho Verse 1 You a rapper but why would you wanna be that? You can’t buss bruh why would you wanna be wack? Huh? I’m hustling not gonna relax I’m all wit it If my lyrics are thugs then they gon be strapped If my lyrics are clubs then they gon be packed If my lyrics are drugs then they gon be crack If one of em’s a center then it’s gon be Shaq In his prime if I rhyme a slave then it’s gon be Nat Turner it’s the return of the best Y’all play but everyday to me is tournament chess See I’m extreme bruh a mic fiend bruh It’s on the wall just read the writing bruh Y’all thought I forgot how to buss or something Brand new like I got off a bus or something I’m a vet set it like Chris Paul And competitors hate MOD cause I’m better than y’all That’s right but instead of a ball I use a pen and a mic I’m fed up with all the hype I freestyle and write night to sun up Wish you would run up Repeat Chorus Verse 2 Industry rule number 4080 What did Tip say? They shady Yeah it’s funny you guys swear you wanna share/Cher With your sunny/Sonny disguise But I don’t wanna divide my money I’m independent new sentiment is get it Make an end and spend it I’m finna own now been a tenant I stay sharp cause beloved how they benefit is Keep us in the dark minds covered like we in a fitted I’ma hit it if you pitch to me And leave a mark like a switch do me You all talk I act on it like my dude Ving Rhames Way I ball look easy like the New King James I’m like a new Kane a new PAC a new D.O.C. Don’t run up on me tho and get slain cause you not Thought he was better than Ahmad I said homie flow Died for a lie like Juliet and Romeo I murder rapper over tracks And soon as MOD state it make a capital for that And I’m concerned about the masses If you don’t know MO you need to learn about the classics Cause I’ve mastered this rap Gymnastic chit chat The last to spit wack You bastards Label me dope cocaine don’t equal I’m the freshest just became that negro To be Ahmad gotta do it for years Make an anthem with Ras Kass you and Saafir It don’t matter if it’s friend foe who in your sphere When you battle rap dudes try to ruin careers In the center of the cipher never stay in the crowd Make a hit when you a kid and they playing it now I’m not playing around Emcees slaying em down Headed to London cause they paying in pounds Repeat Chorus

WRITTENS Writtens feat. Jurny Big (Tunnel Rats) Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Albert Olguin Music by Orlando Diaz Corvalan VERSE 1 (AHMAD) You know it’s funny when I think How I don’t get no credit but I’m money in the bank I’m like a girl at the prom trying to be a saint Cause rappers think they fuckin with me but they ain’t Emceein’s easy to me Stanford alum nigga I don’t need the degree From Los Angeles slums some eager to eat That’s why vans full of guns come squeezing the heat Destined how I’m living life Saints at the church insisting how I’m living’s trife Swear they love me like the preacher at the jail Cool if you do what he say do if you don’t then go to hell And my sister say my dad had a stroke Do you miss him? Is you sad? I say no He crying like good you dun blew up Inside I’m like ughhh where was you at while I grew up? Dude you’re a lame Where were you at when Hoovers wanted me to bang with a blue rag? My brother like little mane can’t do that All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag CHORUS All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens He got writtens he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens He got writtens he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens VERSE 2 (JURNY BIG) All I do is give an imbecile a sealed fate and Spill a pen illa than these killas can fake when Y'all was learnin how to earn a nickel with a burner I was hittin circles steady askin when my turn up Funny how it come around cuz now I got a name but Children may not know me so I hip them to the game I’m hailin from that West Covina town around the Oak Did a little hangin with them bangers hollerin loc Smoked a little just to say I did it like y’all Really didn’t hit it cause it limited my ballin When I wasn't with my cousin rhymin and recordin I was takin grounders tryin to be like Joey Morgan Quickenin my hands in case this rhymin didn't pan out Sicker than your man that's the reason that he ran out Now my son sayin he gon be a rapper now I tell him that's reason I ain't wear no cap and gown Cuz when I was a youngin all I worried bout was spittin Hurry around the spot to see who been caught slippin Winnin cuz you don't get no ribbons when you do bad All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens in his school bag All he do is spit and he got writtens REPEAT CHORUS

Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail feat. Crooked I Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Dominick Wickliffe Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs INTRO CHORUS Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) You know and I just went back to what I knew how to do best VERSE 1 (CROOKED I) OJ got away with murder the jury fell the okie doke Then he end’d up going to jail for his Heisman trophy tho I think of Tyson I think of Vick even Plaxico You get some money the penitentiary is where blacks’ll go When I got my first European whip I was nineteen Vanilla ice cream paint job I like nice things But driving while black that destroyed all my pipe dreams Pulled over so much my record could not be wiped clean I want the American dream a house and a picket fence And neighbors who don’t claim they smell a nigga’s stench Reading letters from William Lynch A penny for your thoughts We need more change than a million cents Until then I’m poppin bottles I order the bar I’m sort of a star my rims cost more than my car I need an imperial miracle to stop me From being the stereotypical material niggaroe CHORUS Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money (That’s all they do) Do do do do that’s all they do Do do do do that’s all they do Do do do do that’s all they do Do do do do that’s all they do VERSE 2 (AHMAD) Better run quick hold your wife Get a gun act soldier like Nigga Rush dun told you twice All of us are poltergeists We hairy with scary teeth We the reason that they hire them police and they very deep Latino black they fire open season they carry heat Niggas do like blastin tho But don’t shoot at me Cause that’s just gon hurt you like Plaxico We want a piece How come you the last to know? Momma told me no cheese ain’t no tuna casserole That mean ain’t got no money can’t do shit But nigga catch that ball you got a Playboy bunny on yo dick So if you ain’t that tall you bets learn how to read or hustle like a bee on the honey Like me MO-D be jazz drumming chh chh on the money I’m a Corleone yup choke a emcee call me Sonny I’ma go beyond rap Oprah Winfrey kind of stunting And I know one thing They waiting for a nigga to REPEAT CHORUS VAMP Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money Get Some Money & Go 2 Jail Go 2 Jail Get Some Money You know and I just went back to what I knew how to do best

Don’t Run…Trinity feat. Gabrielle Galindo Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Kip Wilson CHORUS Don’t run I’m tryna (Trying to make you happy) Don’t run I’m tryna (Happy) Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna make you Don’t run I’m tryna (Trying to make you happy) Don’t run I’m tryna (Happy) Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna make you VERSE 1 We were in love before Raheem became Wu’s RZA Am I your dream became true Boo is I? Like Nell and St. Lu us tizzight What that female said ain’t true just lizzies Want you in Lacoste alligator IZOD Brand new Porsche hair blowing in the rizzide But I can’t afford it Plans got thwarted Got nothing to show but some jams I recorded Saw a little of the world yup toured it Stopped looking for a girl yup you’re it So don’t run Love you’ll get rewarded Soon as I get it all sorted I’m tryna REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 2 Stop playing stop ollie ollie oxen Stop bringing up the fling with Roxanne Stop trying to change things stop Cloroxin I’ma put you in a ring stop boxin Locks are pretty you’re not siddity Got with me to build I’ma do it from the ground up get me a mil I’ma keep it underground not get me a deal And I’m keeping you around hot with me for real Quit trying to vamanos leave me by my lonesome Kisses that you don’t need well somebody wants em Remember when you was sweet now you Omarosa Remember we used to speak now it’s non-negotiable Calling me weak because I’m emotional Yeah you for me but by now you supposed to know Want you in Dolce Gabbana But it’s hard selling art I’m a rhyma I’m tryna REPEAT CHORUS

Nig Can’t Tell Me Nunt Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs VERSE 1 I’ma get it fam They call it greed I got a seed I need a piece of fucking pie And I don’t give a damn if My sweat starts to bleed like Jesus cause like he did I will die My first born in this hospital Nothing in my pocket all I got’s my flow Won’t let the hood keep my son hostage no This is just a momentary obstacle I grind mind flying using my imagination When he be crying I be trying to be patient I be pacing And the preacher got a Benz and a knot so What’s up with some bib crib diaper money gospel? So a nig came with that plan And a nig went back to school And a nig had to quit that band And a nig got into Stanford Now I’m making snaps like a button And a nig can’t tell me nunt CHORUS And a nig can’t tell me nunt (4x Repeat) VERSE 2 I’m a dope ass poet never did it for fame Hip-hop in the blood like my nigga The Game I used to chase money when I quit it it came I used to chase honeys now they Twitter my name @AHMADweclap fools know me around I’m a hood legend for Thelonious Miles Davis Cup flows Foes owe me a bow Like Japan man I’m Kobe you foul Give up homie throw me your towel Heard a wack cat babbling don’t want to See Ahmad girl grabbing him don’t go boo He a fraud I’m a avalanche don’t want true Emcees on dethrone rappers who be flowing That’s why your man say he ain’t bussin if he’s on And he’s me nigga we OG I’m like a second coming of the D.O.C. Mod hot as a toke Dropping it dope Not hip-hop it’s a joke Shit is popper than Coke MOD rip like Sinéad O' mocking the pope Others violate the culture like it’s dropping the soap That cannivery ain’t Ivory it’s not finna float Spit illegit shit get socked in the throat Tell a fool what I’m gon do not what I hope If it’s a booth then I’m gon prove I should be voted among the greatest I’m about it some doubted til I shitted on you haters REPEAT CHORUS

I’ma Emcee Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Ahmad Ali Lewis & Kip Wilson CHORUS I don’t know what you think bout me I can flow but I’m no celebrity And I don’t rock many designer clothes But I be traveling the world and rocking shows I’ma emcee (You know what? You know what?) I’ma emcee (Yeah I is yeah I is) A fresh emcee (What I am? What I am?) I’ma emcee VERSE 1 Yup I’m that fly Better not try Shout at that guy Bout the last guy No joke no satire He dope I’m better Step in the club they like come down selecta Never been Hollywood just kick it with my folk M-O-D on TV the same M-O when I’m broke Happy when critics hate it and when they admit I’m dope Content on top and when I got dropped from Interscope Flow so cleverly won’t elope I’ll never leave my people Won’t sever me cause me no celebrity I’m sharp as a tool I like know how to use my mic When MO-D rapping crowd clapping like ooh alright Others crews are frightened They know this dude’s a titan With these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it It’s Ahmad with these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 2 (LA) South Central is my hood was 9 rocking mics At 13 I started feigning for hip-hop it’s like We lived a Good Life before the Project Blowed Freestyle rhyming trying to shine and find a pot of gold I got a son I got a flow I gotta make it Like Thought said blow or go as far as I can take it Hip-hop I couldn’t shake it sip two drips of water Then battle til the crowd is yelling you ripped it harder MOD ain’t never knew my father guess I got it from mom With these psalms and these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it It’s Ahmad with these raps and he’s back and WeCLAP and you know it REPEAT CHORUS VAMP SINGING Cause I’ma emcee See? Trinity would call me a poet I be rocking this and you know it Fell in love with hip-hop Now I’ma be emceein for life Yo I’ma emcee See? Trinity would call me a poet Ahmad be rocking this and you know it I Fell in love with hip-hop Now I’ma be emceein (Then I take it up like) Yo I’ma emcee Trinity would call me a poet I be rocking this and you know it Fell in love with hip-hop Now I’ma be emceein for life

UPS Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Kip Wilson CHORUS Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer she like Nigga please you work for UPS Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer Since he wasn’t no type of big drug dealer she like Nigga please you work for UPS VERSE 1 Her name was Roxanne she go by Shante She comment allez vous bougee from France Was she fly tho? Dude she was bomb bay Halle Berry mixed smooth with Beyonce And I was with the homie Dante When something in me said holler at her hombre Bold so I kind of walk up Little momma you look cold in that parka She said I love your double entendre Folk call me Roxanne but I’m Shante I said I love your French style it’s awesome how you wear it She go thank you my Louis bag cost a couple carrots So y’all be flossin out in Paris Baby you so fine you should be embarrassed Now that’s how I be back and forth right Y’all know Ahmad be trying to jockey like a horse right? Cause I’m the man put an S on my chest Like Outkast so clean feeling fresher than fresh Then she said what do you do? So I told her She flexed and said Nigga please you work for UPS REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 2 Y’all gotta listen right Ahmad ain’t into hype But I saw this girl the other day when I was dippin like DAMN All in the slurpy she was sippin like DAMN She staring back because I’m trippin like DAMN So I park the whip Walk over to her and I start to spit At first she wasn’t with it then we start to click Now she all Maxwell feeling fortunate Told me she be in the Marina bumping Nina Simone Her last man was a scrub wish he’d leave her alone I said girl let me sing you a song I’ll be everything you want and need And now she grinning so I’m winning got her all impressed Baby my phone’s in the car can I call you? Yes But when I opened up the door and she saw my vest she said Nigga please you work for UPS REPEAT CHORUS

We Doin’ It feat. Mesh, Eligh & Luckyiam Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis, Jacky Ramaye, Eli Nachowitz, Tommy Woolfolk Music by Kip Wilson CHORUS Ain’t what you g-g-got it’s what you do with it Some of you start off hot but then you ruin it Some of us start off not but now we brewing it Jordan and Ewing it We doin’ it Ain’t what you g-g-got it’s what you do with it Some of you start off hot but then you ruin it Some of us start off not but now we brewing it Jordan and Ewing it We doin’ it VERSE 1 It’s that nigga MOD still erupting with flows Keep a crowd Fred Astaire yeah up on they toes Told KP please flip something exposed To spit it with a kick bass line nothing but lows Did it cause he sick with it it’s nothing for pros Man my whole click heavyweights nothing but those Nothing I chose like the hulk busting his clothes When I came out my momma I was bussin this prose Been bussin at shows But y’all suck and it shows You’re soft like the cushion in Scholl’s And I’m a top five ryhmer Like a stripper or Obama always up in the polls Get it? Up in the polls Y’all know me MOD love all the homies But I’m rougher with foes I’m like a bucket of coals (I’m hot) Banging on new doors when other ones close Ain’t what you g-g-got REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 2 MESH e suis un b-boy impossible que le mc j'idole je reste vrai, donc je m'isole quand tu chip moi je rigole, je t'immole tant de frère me demande comment faire je monte en l'air dés que j'entends l'air, je fais des bonds je t'empère bien que j'entre en guerre, je fais du bon, que du bon ! , que du son qu'enterre les cons. M.E.S.H, t'est de quel crew toi ? c'est PROPAGROUND, mais vous êtes fous ou quoi ?!!!! AHMAD, merci pour l'invit', compte sur moi pour en faire un hit, vite ! mon flow casse des nuques en pagailles MESH assure au mic, en live, et prend la maille j'atteins le top, la crème, l'élite dans ma tête, j'entends "doing it" Eligh & Luckyiam lyrics unavailable REPEAT CHORUS

Like Hip-Hop Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs & Kip Wilson CHORUS Do you remember how we kissed? We were so happy it was bliss Original like Adidas Our love was like hip-hop (It was bangin baby) You broke up with me on the phone He had more money so you’re gone I never knew you I was wrong You’re nothing like hip-hop (You ain’t bangin baby) VERSE 1 You’re no woman at all Just had a plan to ball Left me quick because he trick like Santa Claus I don’t understand it naw So underhanded aww You let him swim in your canal Panama Stood there and bold face lied to me Hope it was worth it wasn’t perfect but I tried to be I’m out here working you off in some kind of odyssey Creepin and twirkin like that serpent or that spider be Giving up on us for doe what about me tho? Before you let him use you like a ho you were my hero And if ever you do choose to go I will not be your rebound This can’t be rewound now it’s not TiVo No Lilo no Stitch no remote no scripts No this that real life permanent forever shit And I ain’t gon go nowhere and hide away I knew right away without your drama girl it’s gon be a brighter day REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 2 Perhaps one day I’ll get paid off of this backpack rap? Jurrasic bucks way I buss bak-bak-bak Then I bet you’ll come crawling back Cause I bet you’ll want all of that But I bet you won’t get a buck from MO-D sweetie it’s all a wrap When I’m on the map I know automatically you gon be pleading Like please all dramatically But I won’t even stop to look You talking funny like T-Pain but I dropped ya hook And I guess that’s how it goes Wasn’t supposed to be yours With your four unpolished toes Niggaroes know M-O gon keep it real I be like let’s see Brazil You be like let’s call my momma and them over so we can chill That’s what I mean The shit gets thick like Valvoline I like traveling you’d rather sit and have a fling But I ain’t gon go nowhere and hide away I knew right away without your drama girl it’s gon be a brighter day REPEAT CHORUS

Dang Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Derrick Davis-Briggs & Kip Wilson CHORUS Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same hip-hop hip-hop? Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same shit? (Shit) Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same hip-hop hip-hop? Dang everyday mane why I gotta hear the same shit? (Shit) VERSE 1 I’ma teach you how to hold a mic I’ma be true Project Blowed tonight I’m a O.G. from the SC you don’t wanna see MO-D They told you right The hood ain’t playing around Coming up been running since six this morning Got plans that I’m figuring out But my tags ain’t right so I ditch police Can’t stand it I’m finna get out They’ll rip your shit don’t get no warning In a jam man I’m riddled with doubt Is this war? Cause niggas don’t get no peace REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 2 I’ma teach you how to rip a show Don’t be too proud to switch the flow Spit freestyles for fun then after you are done spit some more But yeah yeah yeah right Over there they’re real hyped So get a hand up fair fight Fools swear that they’re tight I’m feeling me I be hollerin about power to the people like Chuck and Flav While I’m wildin about how until it’s equal we’re fucking slaves They really want me quiet cause I am a real emcee Been equipped with Lion of Zion ability And I don’t know who flows the best I’m amongst the pound for pound Niggaroes who chose to test met a monster sans the frown Then they left but sans the crown Man a hit’s when conga pounds I don’t want shit from you clowns Break it down REPEAT CHORUS VERSE 3 Different streams different dreams If he rhyme fast I rhyme slow Only the outside tic-tac-toe Out of the box where you’ll find me Won’t let em define who I be Y’all know I’m right Then again who are we? Damn right gon shine you’re jewelry REPEAT CHORUS

Don’t Run, Again feat. NeNe White Words by Ahmad Ali Lewis Music by Kip Wilson INTRO SINGING Ooh, oohoohooh Ooh, oohoohooh VERSE 1 We were in love before Raheem became Wu’s RZA Am I your dream became true Boo is I? Like Nell and St. Lu us tizzight What that female said ain’t true just lizzies Want you in Lacoste alligator IZOD Brand new Porsche hair blowing in the rizzide But I can’t afford it Plans got thwarted Got nothing to show but some jams I recorded Saw a little of the world yup toured it Stopped looking for a girl yup you’re it So don’t run Love you’ll get rewarded Soon as I get it all sorted I’m tryna CHORUS Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna (Make you happy) Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna (Make you) Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna (Make you happy) Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna Don’t run I’m tryna (Make you) B-SECTION Ooh, oohoohooh Ooh, oohoohooh VERSE 2 Stop playing stop ollie ollie oxen Stop bringing up the fling with Roxanne Stop trying to change things stop Cloroxin I’ma put you in a ring stop boxin Locks are pretty you’re not siddity Got with me to build I’ma do it from the ground up get me a mil I’ma keep it underground not get me a deal And I’m keeping you around hot with me for real Quit tryna vamanos leave me by my lonesome Kisses that you don’t need well somebody wants em Remember when you was sweet now you Omarosa Remember we used to speak now it’s non-negotiable Calling me weak because I’m emotional Yeah you for me but by now you supposed to know Want you in Dolce Gabbana But it’s hard selling art I’m a rhymer I’m tryna REPEAT CHORUS REPEAT B-SECTION