Terms of Michael Cohen’s return to prison under scrutiny

After spending the past several weeks on New York’s tony Upper East Side, Michael Cohen has found himself back in federal prison after a dispute with the government over what his lawyers say were restrictions in paperwork designed to prevent him from finishing a book about the president.

Quando Rondo – Who Died Lyrics

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[Intro: Quando Rondo & Officer Coffey]
What set you from?
You look like one of them Crenshaw Mafia motherfuckers
No, you prolly one of them Rollin 60’s, huh
(Dubba-AA flex)
Huh, huh
I’m this bitch with Dubba A
Nigga, we be steady flexin’, yeah
Don’t know me
Oh, no, no

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Verse]
They gon’ call the homicide
On a whole another level that I ain’t supposed to
How the fuck we beefing and the whole city know we got smoke?
Timmy say don’t talk on them phones
I’ma put three holes on yo’ dome
Timmy run down the street wit’ a Glock in his hand
Like lil’ kid this is what I’m on
I was up in New York at the top of the bands
I was out, zipped up wit’ that chrome
Swing the stick on they block, then watch them dance
I’m steady tryna rip up the corner
Because they shot at yo’ lil’ brother
After that he went and posted a photo
And you don’t get no straight about it
Nigga told me you called his phone
Big 33 that Timmy covered, let’s go post up by the store
I call up Zack off 37 like meet me at Julio’s
Late nights you know we let it fly right back to back you hit a pole
My stick was talkin’ on the ‘Gram, you let off shots then make a post

[Chorus]
Stick with the dick that’s steady ringin’
Oh so often murder went through my mind
Turned around the corner, took all of the tab, pussy boy you gon’ die
I’m quick to send him for the spin with .45s
Any time they asked ’bout my lil’ soldiers this what I’m gon’ reply (This is the sound)
That lil’ nigga throwin’ six-o, he been slanging iron
We ain’t ’bout no code though, just stop on the opps
We could jump out the car, them bullets flyin’
Lil’ Pooda quick to pull up, kick door, had to rock out wit’ his nine
Timmy rocked out on a opp, if you worried ’bout a Glock, hit in his spine
He made a diss ’bout my big brother
He made a diss like “Damn, who died?”
Been down the block was me and Leaky screaming Crip life ’til we die
They told lil’ nigga leave him lone, but I can’t let the shit slide
Seein’ his brains all on the cement gon’ leave his mama traumatized

[Outro]
If you love me or you love me not, I’ma be me
He known for gangsta shit, and even bangs in the streets
(This is the sound) Woah
Pussy ass nigga, hahaha
Tell that nigga, spin
I’m tryna send a pussy boy to talk to God about her
Haha, nigga I’m a savage
Broke ass nigga

Joell Ortiz – Talk Dat Lyrics

Yaaaaooowaaaa!!

[Joell] I’m hearin’ New York back
[FTG] Yea, they say New York back?
[Joell] Ya I’m hearin’ that talk
[FTG] Ight Joell talk dat

[Joell] Black Polo tee 40 tucked where the horse at
If you was in my shoes you take ’em off where I walk at
{FTG] Caught dat? Tell ya wife to call a coroner
US citizen we still put four in her
[Joell] I just put more in the floor of my new corridor
Move birds fast hurry cane like Florida
[FTG] We still at the border the Trump wall wasn’t sent
Still movin’ clean water ta stamp safe for Flint
Shorty on me now but the scale is lit
Ironic how I get these buns afta I sell a bit
[Joell] They hella sick, I drive a whip you should neva tint
The R8 doors move on up like the Jeffersons
I know that gutta make ya chest wheezy
[FTG] If I knew what I knew now Joe I’d a did ’em greasy
[Joell] Hold up, ain’t ? like a ?wave grease?
[FTG] Yea these bums fry food in the same grease
[Joell] I just left Santorini we don’t do the same Greece
Y’all just sit around playin’ I be on plane seats

[FTG] New York rap
[Joell] Word, this New York rap?
[FTG] Yea I’m hearin’ that talk
[Joell] Ight Gordo talk dat

[FTG] Think I’m just bars leave you all wet?
I make it rain on stage like ? and ?
[Joell] Who’s the whip in that? Should I call Flex?
I deserve a new muscle car, I’ma hardcore vet

Sabrina Carpenter – Why (Acoustic)

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

Sabrina Carpenter – Why (On The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

You like New York city in the daytime
I like New York city in the nighttime
You say you like sleeping with the air off
I don’t, I need it on
You like the light coming through the windows
I sleep late, so I just keep ’em all closed
You ignore the music on the radio
I don’t, I sing-a-long
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the end of time
Cold outside and you’re just in a t-shirt
I have cold blood even in a sweater
You start your night sippin’ by the kilo
I don’t, I know you know
I don’t ask for you to change, baby no no no
And you don’t ask for me to change
Tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
Funny how the stars crossed right
‘Cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why
We don’t even know why, no no (no no no)
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (we don’t even know)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know)
No no no no We like it in the daytime
(We don’t even know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know, know)
Somehow we end up on the same side
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
Somehow we end up on the same side (up on the same side)
And you wouldn’t think that we’d be alright (think that we’d be alright)
Even our eyes are different colors, but we see fine
tell me how we’re not alike
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
Funny how the stars crossed right ’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why
You can call it fire and ice
But we work so well and we don’t even know why (’cause we work so well and we don’t even know why, why)
We don’t even know why, no no
We don’t even know why, no no no
No no no no
We like it in the daytime (oh)
We like it in the end of time (we don’t even know why)
No no no no
We like it in the daytime
We like it in the nighttime

Ludacris – Vices

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Verse 1]
Pop a couple bottles
I took a couple shots
I done fucked a couple models
I done fucked a couple thots
But from Seattle to Atlanta
From Philly to the bay
The only loyal bitch I know
Is a bitch named Tanqueray
She gets me right everytime
Ain’t never no fussing or fighting
She said she’ll always be mine
Thats why I cuff her and wife her
Now thats through sickness and wealth
All the way ’til death do us part
Ever since I saw her on the shelf
I knew we’d always be together from the start
And she tell me when my cups half empty
I tell her when the bottles half full
And I can’t get enough so don’t tempt me
Sometimes she’s chased with redbull
Sometimes I have to re-up
‘Cause I want to be with her all the time
‘Cause everyone’s got vices
I just want to come clean with mine

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

(Verse 2)
Rolled a couple fat ones
I Passed around the dank
I smashed a couple bad ones
I smashed a couple skanks
From Cali to Carolina
New York to Tijuana
The only Mary I know is
A faithful hoe named marijuana
I be draped in all designer
Won’t can’t me in nothing less
Than a couple thousand dollars
Success will just make em swallow
Good sex will just make them holler
Good weed will just make it better
And ease the stress in my mind
As I continue to goin get this cheddar
Better roll it, lick it and then light it
Puff puff, pass that thing around
Everyday, I gets excited
‘Cause this here, came from the ground
And it was put, on the earth to smoke it
I can’t think, of a better time
To light it up and ask if I wanna hit it
‘Cause I know I can’t decline

[Hook]
Some people like to drink
Some people like to smoke
Some people overthink
Some people overdose
I’m just trying to get the nicest
Bottles on ice
Pull some all nighters
‘Cause everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices, vices
Everybody got

[Outro]
Worry about your own fucking life x4
Stay the fuck out of mine x4
I’m aight bitch…

MO – Roots lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I slaughtered all them swans
I left it burnin’
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a [?]
And I was weak for a while
Never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitchhiked for New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Verse 2]
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad we are runnin’ wild
I’m gonna ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Refrain]
I [?] another way
[?] another way
We should stay [?]

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Outro]
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?

MO – Roots lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I slaughtered all them swans
I left it burnin’
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a [?]
And I was weak for a while
Never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitchhiked for New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

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[Verse 2]
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad we are runnin’ wild
I’m gonna ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Refrain]
I [?] another way
[?] another way
We should stay [?]

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Outro]
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?