VIDEO: CHRIS BROWN F/ AALIYAH – ‘DON’T THINK THEY KNOW’

After a few delays, Chris Brown debuts the video for “Don’t Think They Know,” the second single off his upcoming album X(July 16). A shirtless Breezy rides through Compton and kicks it with kids in the neighborhood in the black-and-white clip.

“[I'm] bringing both worlds together and trying to uplift the poverty side of the community and show them where I’m from,” explained Chris.

The song features vocals from the late Aaliyah. “Hope this new single inspires change and unity! Life is a Gift. I love doing what I do. All the little things count!” he tweeted.

The video is dedicated to those we’ve lost including Aaliyah and his friend Lil Frogg.

Lyrics:

[Intro: Aaliyah]

I don't think they know the truth - say they saw

I don't think they know, how could they know?

I don't think they know the truth - say they saw

I don't think they know, how could they know?

[Chris Brown]

A-A to the L-I-Y-A-H.. it's Breezy

Don't let them tell you any different (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it)

I owe it all to you (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it)

And as much as I messed up, always give me your best love (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it

Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it)

They gon' talk about it (gon' talk about it), gon' try to change your mind about it

Gon' tell you things you don't wanna hear cause we good (don't worry 'bout it)

So when they talk about (they talk about it), just let 'em know we already got it

Just tell 'em that we gon' work at it, we good (don't worry 'bout it)

[Hook: Aaliyah] + (Chris Brown)

I don't think they know the truth - say they saw

I don't think they know, how could they know?

I don't think they know the truth - say they saw

I don't think they know, how could they know?

(Don't listen to) How could they know?

(What people say) How could they know?

(They don't know about) How could they know?

('Bout you and me) How could they know?

[Chris Brown]

At my best you love me (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it)

Even though I act my worse (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it

And I know that it's different, feels like we're best friends

We connected (they don't know about us, they don't know about it

What did I do to deserve you (yeah-yeah, yeah, they don't know about us, they don't know about it

They gon' talk about it (gon' talk about it), gon' try to change your mind about it

Gon' tell you things you don't wanna hear cause we good (don't worry 'bout it)

So when they talk about (they talk about it), just let 'em know we already got it

Just tell 'em that we gon' work at it, we good (don't worry 'bout it)

[Hook]

[Interlude: Aaliyah] + (Chris Brown)

How could they know?

How could they know? (They don't know about us, they don't know about it)

How could they know?

How could they know? (They don't know about us, they don't know about it)

[Aaliyah]

Thank you for the autographs, and the tears over the years

You stood by me, you didn't doubt me - I think you want some more

I do more than sing

I'm older now, actin' now cause I got my own movie now

After all the awards that they gave me, you still found me

You didn't play me, you didn't doubt me - think you want some more

I truly believe that if it wasn't all for you

I don't know what I would do

[Hook]

VIDEO: TRAVI$ SCOTT F/ T.I. & 2 CHAINZ – ‘UPPER ECHELON’

Travi$ Scott takes us deep inside the woods and his mind in the strange, yet creative video for “Upper Echelon,” a single off his EP Owl Pharaoh.

Instead of a typical flashy rap video, the Houston MC creates a dark and cult-like world filled with misfits. His Grand Hustle boss T.I. goes country, sporting overalls and a Hustle Gang shirt as he steps out of his shack, while 2 Chainz is adorned in leather and gold.

Lyrics:

[Hook x2: Travi$ Scott]

Pull out the zip

Pull out the roll

We so high, upper echelon

We so fuckin' high, upper echelon

[Verse 1: Travi$ Scott]

Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie

Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic

Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish

She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands

Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here

Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year

Don't you come around me, ain't got the time b

B NAW!

Watch me do the Randy, touchdown

Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child

Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her

We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I]

You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect

Or else I guarantee you'll get wet

You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest

A choppa no less than a tech

You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best

They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that

I just might pull up wherever you at

Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat

Ok, hol' up, let me freezer

These niggas must have caught amnesia

My face caught in these streets cuh

A1 credit, no Visa

Excuse me shawty don't get me started

If yo shit sick, my shit retarded

Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I

Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest

Wait til the end of the Earth

Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt

First thing first, this what I do

I'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?

Check suckas off top, I bet I do

Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool

We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas

Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]

Pull up in the rari, my ho beside me

It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry

Let's get it jumpin', call it center court

On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court

Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes

On the plane with your bitch and a carry on

I do it for my city, then I fly away

I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today

I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses

Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses

Pull out that seven, MAC eleven

Pastor, reverend - Versace heaven

[Hook]

Tyga - Fuck For The Road ft Chris Brown

[Verse 1: Tyga]

They say what goes around comes around

And I know I made mistakes and you forgave me how

I don't understand, you know I'm trying the best I can

I guess it's consequences when you dealing with sin

And even sacrificed your friends over me

All them nights in the club turn to nights with me

It's like the same old story out your diary

Memories never fade but only in time we'll see

Hope to see you with me cause...

[Hook: Chris Brown]

My heart beats for you, girl you know are the one

Are you mad at me, girl I know I made mistakes, I know I fucked up

But my heart beats for you baby I’mma go and scream it loud

But if you leave it's something I can't control

So let's do it one last time and fuck for the road

[Verse 2: Tyga]

Grabbing and biting, remember the times after fighting

You said you loved me, I liked it, became obsessed with the sexing

You screaming “who’s is it”, we naked

Now I'm pullin your hair told you take it

A couple of shots, now we faded

Don't even know we made it, we home

Got that look in your eyes like hope you mine

Said you hoped the feeling’s real

Really tired of all the lies

One minute we fine, then we not

Everything I do you can't but that's no reason for making mistakes

This time put it all on the plate

I, I told you be loyal, spoil you, never disown you

You get lonely when I'm touring just hold it down be supportive

I'll be back in the morning that new purse you wanted

What's good if you can't flaunt it (flaunt it), show it

Ain't the same, better than the rest

And what's real love if you ain't got respect?

And there's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to make, make you understand

Make you understand that…

[Hook]

[Bridge: Chris Brown]

All I ever wanted was your happiness

But right now let's get right down to it, let's handle this business

If you gonna leave me tonight, I gotta kiss it goodbye

Girl I'm bout to make it cry, and all I need is one more time cause my...

[Verse 3: Tyga]

Last time, best time, better than my next time

Rolex and vest time, Moët it's sex time

Hard to let go, a part of you gon’ be alone

Scrolling your phone, looking at texts, seems like not too long ago

Ain't the same better than the rest

And what's real love if you ain't got respect?

And it's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to make, make you understand

Make you understand that…

[Hook]

Karate Chop (Mega Remixx) Future ft Whiz Khalifa & Lil Wayne

A remix made by me i love this song :P

Gucci Mane - Runin Circles Ft Lil Wayne

[Hook x2: Gucci Mane]
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm runnin' circles around these niggas
I'm one two-eighty five around the squash niggas

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
These niggas monkeys
Need be in a circus
These niggas jealous
These niggas worthless
You Mr. never get no pussy you a virgin
I'm Mr. hit her and her friend I'm Mr. Perfect
I'm not from Earth
I'm not an earthling
I try to hit a lick with your friend that nigga nervous
He blew the lick we down to have six hundred thirty
Laws on my dick one of your boy I woulda murked him
I'm a baller and my birthday
It's every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday, Thursday
If it's a Gucci show them bitches come in early
I'm polo down looking like Huxtable Lane nerdy

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I'm killin' these hoes
I ain't not too impress nobody but my P.O.
I like my bitches rollin'
I like my weed rolled
And I got deep pockets and she got a deep throat
We watch out for police that be in street clothes
You niggas washed up like some fuckin' clean clothes
My bitch shootin' at you while I re-load
Sometimes I feel possesed hope I don't get repo'd
Lil Tunechi in this bitch I'm with Gucci in this bitch
Uzi extra clips skateboard kick flip
Runnin circles around these niggas til they dizzy
I fuck a bitch to that Drizzy
Eat that pussy if its pretty
Runnin cirlces around em three sixty Tunechi

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
Runnin circles, Im smokin' purple
Cause Im a boss and you a worker
You got suspenders on like Steve Urkel
And if you run up on me
I'll murk ya
Yeah Ill hurt ya, yeah l dirt ya
Dont mention your boys
Cause they'll dessert yea
Say she a dime, but she ain't worth it
Two six not even a burglar
But she's a burglar, went from a fat girl
I got the scrap, you better act girl
Just like you know me, they call me Gucci
I ball like Kobe
You know I'm shootin'

[Hook x2]

The Game - Wouldn't Get far HD and Explicit!!

[The Game]
I done been around the world, been around the block
Been around hoes that fucked Biggie and 'Pac
Like Vida Guerra, ass took her to the top
She'll give you some brain, you let her throw up the Roc
Let her put on your chain, she'll throw you some cock
Picture that, like Meagan Good and Jamie Foxx
Hype said it's a wrap, she still on the set
Puttin' oil on her legs like she Gloria Velez
She was Eye Candy in the XXL
Hopped off the page and on a skateboard with Pharrell
I knew she wouldn't get far cause five hundred dollars
Can't get you that far, how you get that far
And all these new video bitches tryin to be Melyssa Ford
But they don't know Melyssa Ford drive a Honda Accord
She a video vixen, but behind closed doors
She do whatever it take to get to the Grammy Awards, ha ha

[Hook: The Game]
You wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, put your hands up ladies
You wouldn't get far, if you kept your legs closed
It would be just a waste of time
But you know, you wouldn't get far, fuckin' them rap stars
You know who you are, I wrote this song for you
For you baby, I'd find you, for you and you, for all y'all

[Kanye West]
Pop quiz, how many topless, black foxes
Did I have under my belt, like boxers
Not to brag but, if it add up
One, two... nigga that's mad nuts
Game you mad nuts, how you gon' call out all these
Bitches knowin' damn well they gon' call me
The only dream, of that ghetto prom queen
Was to make it to the screen, maybe get seen
Maybe get chose by a nigga from my team
Head so good he don't ask for a pre---nup
Now ask yourself this question, umm
Would you be with Jay-Z if he wasn't C-E-O
Would you be with F-A-B-O if he drove a Neo
Would you ride with Ne-Yo, if he was in a Geo
Well why the hell you think these bitches comin' at me fo'
But since they all fall in my Palm, I take a trio, yo

[Hook]

[The Game]
I done had my share of bitches with long hair
Short do like Kelis or Halle in Boomerang, yeah
I been around the block in the Bentley drop top
In Miami Beach when Lil' Kim was fuckin with Scott
I got the scoop on Hoops, whatever the case
She'll let you spray in her face long as she Bathing Apes
And ain't nobody tryin' to take Beyonce from Jay
But I know a bitch named Superhead he fucked back in the day
The things niggas do when pussy sittin' on they face
Stabbed Un in the stomach
She must have had a pussy like Wonder Woman, on that superhero shit
Fly as Gabrielle Union in the back of my six, fo'
Impala, forget the double D's
I put 'em right in your face like that model bitch Toccara
And she ain't win the show but she ridin' in that Gallardo
That's why I fuck 'em today and forget 'em tomorrow

[Hook]

[Outro - The Game]
God damn, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm sittin' back watchin' Kanye video
And I see the same bitch that was in the homeboy Busta Rhymes video
Then I flip the muh'fuckin channel
Checkin' out my uncle Snoop Dogg video
And I see the same bitch, that was in my video
You know what I'm sayin'
And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up
I'm watchin Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina
I see the same bitch on Oprah, floatin away on the hood of a Camry
That was in the nigga Lil Weezy video
I mean damn, everywhere I look
Everywhere I go, I see the same hoes
Don't get mad, I'm only bein' real, yeah

T.I. Adresses Short Film

Aye
Aye Aye

[Hook]
Aye everything ain't what it seem
Ride dirty when I'm clean
Best check that disrespect unless you want it with the king
Put a address on that shit, who you talm 'bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazine
All that flexin and that poppin you be doin' for them hoes
I would run up with that choppa give it to you and them hoes
I for sure stunt, keep that dough coming
Man them suckas talkin' tough but trust me, they ain't on nothin'
Go!

[Verse 1]
Aye listen to me brah, don't bring that bullshit to me brah
Ain't no back and forth my nigga fuck with me, I'm torchin' niggas
Don't go to war unless your money right, room full of money
Hundreds not a 1 in sight, right
Aye look I can't afford a gun fight, but I can afford a one life
All of that sucka shit, you broke and now you so upset
All that shit you kick around the city, get you no respect
I know a rap beef what you want, that shit I peeped then
You such a gangsta get some money out the street then
Been in in the game 11 years, if I was such a ho
Nigga I done been exposed 10 years ago
Never been robbed, never got my chain took
Never even been hit in my face, you don't believe look!
If people lookin' at me back when I was trigger happy
There wasn't no shoutin' matches I just got to gettin' at em'

[Hook]
Aye everything ain't what it seem
Ride dirty when I'm clean
Best check that disrespect unless you want it with the king
Put a address on that shit, who you talm 'bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazine
All that flexin and that poppin you be doin' for them hoes
I would run up with that choppa give it to you and them hoes
I for sure stunt, keep that dough coming
Man them suckas talkin' tough but trust me, they ain't on nothin'
Go!

[Verse 2]
I swear to God another day another fuck nigga
That's why I just get that paper and be like Fuck niggas
Sucka nigga, you were tough but now you done some
I'm done talkin' push you gun wanna run some
Hate to turn yo TV on every week and see my family hustle
And everbody in yo street just see your family struggle
What happened brah, guess your connect just be like fuck'em dog
No money when I see you I see none at all
That cheque I'm chasin' after never mind them hater rapper
Make they situation sticky like a now-and-later wrapper
Been fuckin' city's up, this shit ain't shit to us
Keep on, I show these folks on tape how you a sittin' duck

[Hook]
Aye everything ain't what it seem
Ride dirty when I'm clean
Bet y'ain't go'n disrespect unless you want it with the king
Put a address on that shit, who he talkin' 'bout? What you mean?
Wanna see me in the street, better bring some extra magazine
All that flexin and that poppin you be doin' for the hoes
I would run up with them choppa give it to you and them hoes
I for sure stunt, keep that dough coming
Man them suckas talkin trouble to me, I ain't know nothin'
Go!

T.I. Hello Ft Cee Lo

[Intro: T.I.]
Sk8brd
T.I.
Here we go…

[Hook: Cee-Lo Green]
Just keep going, and don’t look back
And look forward from where you’re at
There’s some jealousy in your rearview
Wave hello, hello, hello…
Push that pedal to the max
Count that money that’s in your lap
There’s some jealousy in your rearview
Hello, hello, hello…

Hello…
Hello…
Hello…
Wave hello, hello, hello…

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Mashing in the fast lane, envy in my rearview
Mils in my windshield, keep ‘em in a clear view
Cheers to my partners who got it, we finally did it
And here’s to the ones with potential to go and get it
We survived yesterday, foreign ride connoisseurs
Popping fly today, tomorrow ain’t promised to us
Grind hard for dirty money but our heart’s pure
Steady mobbing on these suckers, man they’re so funny to us
Broke niggas all smiles when they run into us
Get by theyself, they talking tough but don’t do nothing to us
Call themselves paper chasing, when wealth be running to us
You violate the Puppet Master, get your string pulled
Hustle Gang, King Team, label me the ring leader
Just showing haters the tail lights of my two-seaters
Two heaters with me in the ride but I don’t need ‘em though
Left evil behind me, that’s where I plan to keep it, go

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I hustle hard, forever shine, pay haters no never mind
Won’t stop until we popping bottles at the finish line
Never been the quitting kind, spirit, ain’t no killing mine
I’m getting mine, you don’t like it, nigga, get in line
So many times I’ve shown dudes I won’t lose
Time’s precious but waste yours if you want to
Hey I made it and you didn’t, for that I ain’t to blame
Won’t change a thing, the circumstance’ll remain the same
Can’t complain, I’m highly favored, my flavor’s god given
So used to hate appreciation is a odd feeling
Still I stay focused on the millions, trying to dodge prison
Praying as if for forgiveness, hoping God listen
As far as dissing me, pimping, go ahead and have a ball
Meanwhile I’m getting’ bread, determined to have it all
I’m talking money, sonny, if ain’t none of that involved
Why is we conversing? This vehicle ain’t reversing, go

[Hook]

The Game - Dont Kill My Vibe!! New Mixtape: Operation Kill Everything

The Game reps for the west on the remix to fellow Compton MC Kendrick Lamar’s single “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe,” which serves as the first offering from his upcoming mixtapeOperation Kill Everything.

He fires off rapid rhymes over the good kid, m.A.A.d citycut, while giving props to Jay-Z and rocking all-black-everything.

“Almost done with my ‘Operation Kill Everything’ mixtape !!!!!!! Y’all gone fuck wit this hard !!! Let the workd know #OKE is comin !!!” tweeted Game.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Game]

Bitch don't kill my vibe, nigga don't blow my high

Wake up in a Bugatti but I'm in a Maserati when I'm on the 405

I'm king of the motherfuckin' Westside

Two dubs up when the TEKs fly (Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla! Bla!)

Turn a 600 to an S5

Compton made me direct this ending

Like my little nigga Kendrick, and props to Jay-Z

Got a Rocky pendant and a drop Mercedes

I'll be gone 'til November but I'm not from Haiti

I'm a C-O-M-P-T-O-N, N-I, double G-A

Like a young D-Wade, brought my city a championship by myself

And niggas think I'm doin' this shit for my health

I am, don't make me go HAM, 4-5

Go blam, I was just protecting my wealth

Matte black Bentley, all-black pennies

Black Tom Ford shades, I'm 'bout to go stealth

All black everything

Trap Wesley Snipes inside Tiffany's wedding ring

Nigga, never get out

I'm constipated, just tryna get my shit out

False alarm, I can't do number two

Pee on you peons for eons and eons

Used to intercept niggas, rock like Deion

Sellin' white packs out my grandmama's Neon

Ask my nigga Breon

I played Pac's brother in this classic movie

No relationship to Leon

When I spit for Dre I had a nigga forehead like a nigga was a klingon

No album out, I'm on 106 like a nigga put Free on

Any beat that I breathe on or be on, I be gone

I brawl like I'm out in Maryland, Georgetown, Michigan

Florida, watch a nigga get his UNC on

Baby Jordans for my baby daughter

No Harold Miner, can I get my USC on?

Eight cars in my driveway, sideways

Horsepower make the Lamborghini fly away

I am the shit when I step out the Six

And I step at your bitch in my brand new kicks

[?] don't act brand new

Cause you suck on my dick when you walk in my crib

Airplane mode, won't be no duck lips next to Van Gogh

Dance with the devil, I learned to tango

S on the metal, I wrapped the Range Rove

Ride to my limits inside the Infinite

God is my witness, I've got the roof in it

Designed to go win it

Mismatched rims on the motherfuckin' Phantom

Nigga, nigga on God, I'mma spend it

Compton, Westside, and I'm riding with Kendrick

[Outro: Kendrick]

I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again

Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me

Things I don't understand

Sometimes I need to be alone

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

I can feel your energy from two planets away

I got my drink, I got my music

I would share it but today I'm yelling

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

Bitch don't kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe

You ain't heard a chorus like this in a long time

Don't you see that long line