Lyrics:
homey, showed me nuttin but thug love
Put me on to the game, bought me my first chain
Let me ride shotgun, in your Benz and Range
I'm thinkin how this big
' you can't fold em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
Yea makin' it rain is automatic when
She's
and brighten the mind through instrument and rhyme
And fix those inadequate flows that don't adapt
Makin' snacks on wax plates for DJs to scratch
Fast
up later or something? Thank you
[DJ Quik:]
I like the way that you don't say much
And when the homies give you phone numbers you don't stay in
That's when my heart turned cold
I'm a product of the block
We used to cook the product in the pot
Add soda to turn the product into rock
It's in
and brighten the mind through instrument and rhyme
And fix those inadequate flows that don't adapt
Makin' snacks on wax plates for DJs to scratch
Fast
I'm makin' moves
Try as they will, can't do what we do
Been in the making, ain't out of the blue
Clear out the way, we comin' through
Bitch better
get down, it's all real
J-love in the building, this how we take it
I told them up the block niggas to fall back
Dope fiends is dropping, crack
have to clear all this stuff)
Get back, back, get back
DCQ:
Reflection Eternal
That's the name don't forget it, Talib Kweli, DJ, Hi-Tek
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
And I just went and bought you another one DJ Khaled where the best
I might go flex they gone see me "I'M MAKIN MONEY"
I told my parents come see me " I'M
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, one love, one love
Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house
Bizzy Kid the Midwest Cowboy, is in
he doin' well
Honestly, I thought Bill was gon' die in jail (I did)
Who the fuck be listenin' to Tyler, The Creator music (who?)
That's what DJ
I'm in the kitchen makin' radio rock
It's usually preferred, I be choosey with all my words
Throwin' eggs at them chicken heads, beggin' on the curb
cash machine, we count green but call it basil
And I be makin money I just spend it on my ring
Said she want a rover so I pulled up in a range
We look in
Whodini, launchin' rockets in the 90s!
Now I remember in the days of way back
With just a 4 track
With no SP-12 to make tracks
Wearing leather
(Woo!)
Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari
I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari
Spread love that's what a real mob do
Keep it gangsta look out for her
my Way
Condo Chiefin Kush by the Lake
Give me one reason to drip on a Lame
(Yeah) There's Too much dough to be made
Cant let These Hoes get in my
to somethin'
The duckin' the bullets and keepin' the blade
Love for my dawg, don't wanna be him 'cause he in the cage
I'm deep in the maze
He look at me
a fort
In the midst of war, I find peace within
Run, lock your doors, don't let the beast get in
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
I show love cause
this ho
Turn down for what?
Turn down for what?
DJ Drama, what up, nigga?
Throw them sparklers in the sky, nigga.
Motion picture shit, nigga I pull up
don't you have a mic
I'm sick of all the bloody pretending
You only gettin' airplay because the DJ's your bredren
Your mixtapes are still in boxes
Because
the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
That's why you got deserted by your niggas,
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