Lyrics:
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
that's what it is yeah
You going live broke or die rich
Build this from the ground brick by brick huh
I'm a shark with the little fish
Started elevating,
And I dare you to test me
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full
upgrade to killing
No one even bothering
cll ears wanna listen how to get more rich
But rich by sudden, all wondering
When your eye opens you trust no
talking Barney
Them little boys they don't concern me
Now all the single ladies now put your hands up
And even if you got a man that dude is bankrupt stand
from a common place
So us gettin' money, that's just a conversation
It's so hard stayin' rich and miss the confrontations
Cigars in the oval office,
tryin'
Not to escape, but hit the problem head-on
By bringin' out the truth in a song
So BDP, short for Boogie Down Productions
Made a little noise cuz
Castle-D boy, he's down with us
D.J. Red Alert, he's down with us
Robocop boy, he's down with us
Makin' funky music is a must
I'm number one.
People
and McBoo, they're down with us
Ms. Melodie, she's down with us
Just-Ice and DMX, they're down with us
My manager Moe, he's down with us
Castle-D boy
Who Knew? Blowin’ up the nation while I’m on vacation
Who Knew? Started little now it’s big boy conversations
Who Knew? Who am I? I’m a legend in
and you fry in my iron furnace
I am on my get rich or die tryin' like when Em was signin' Curtis
'Cause I am murderous
Joe Budden, Jersey City, New
DJ Peek
Wrote a letter to my little dog
They got him still in the system
He talking about in there
You can't be talking about no gang
If you ain't
bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show
I stand, though
Burn a little wax, no candle
I'm buying Cubans by the pack, no Castro
They know I never try to hide like Camo
We in the mothafuckin'
wanted to be when I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy from
Tennessee that wanted to be a rap star
my head
And I'm not finna make no deal over a little bread
Don't worry about the old Kmaajor, that boy dead in bed
Don't worry about the old Kmaajor,
a little bit of dignity
I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino
An 83 year old fake Pacino
So how can he hold me over some balcony
Without throwin'
a little somethin like this"}
[Redman]
Yeah, yo, check it out
I'ma walk in gutta, get that butter
Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker
Hood down, car
First, I got a little bit of money
Then I multiplied by three
Thunder fire any broke ass bitch
You no fit reside by me
If you know you get checks
Come
The conspiracy theory...
[Scarface]
I knew this nigga who sittin, on the dock on the bay
Had plans of gettin rich so he was plottin with Jay
This
that’s funny
Because niggas see me and they think that I’m bummy
Like Gucci and Louis going to take care of mommy
Stupid little boy time to stand on some
and tries
Rich boy is in for a bad surprise
He don’t play it by the rules,
Knows all the bad things he could do
And she won’t be what he expects, and soon
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