Heavy Hitters

Feat. GLC [Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, heavy hitters fo' life You rappers think I give a fuck about the way that they spit Want to be on my album but don't want me on they shit Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation I was really makin' myself, they competition Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game Hoes from on TV so it's All-Star trains Just picture man, no snitchin' man Somethin' for the fiends fresh out the kitchen man Last 9.11 I was poor on the ave 'Til I pulled out my map Not it's course 9.11 and I'm floorin' the gas Gotta lotta problems, but at least one that Annette have no more Uh, well Dame look at how everybody changed Tell Jay that I'm 'bout to change the game Tell B.I.G. that we about to get paid All my niggas about to have it made This makes everything else sound played Goddamn Kanye (Kanye) Kanye! Now hold up Ain't nobody messin' with me dog Now you say it (ain't nobody messin' with you at all) I told dude "You can't even rap on my interlude" Now does that make me as rude as you? (When the album comin' out?) Man the peoples is askin' Why'all don't model Adidas, just stick with the fashion Why'all already got do' so just spit for the passion The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flashbacks And let's not even bring up the tracks man Nope, nope, let's not do that man You eatin' up the game like Pac-Man He got the whole world shakin' just like crack fangs [Chorus: Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, Roc-a-Fella is fo' life Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up Throw your diamonds Let the beat ride out for a minute [GLC (Kanye West)] Let's take it there, take it there man It's not supposed to be... (GLC where you at nigga?) How many niggas you know put their life on the line and get signed Did a few high crimes, almost got lifetime After the sunshine you thinkin' it might count How could I mic out, just look at my account I used to work at the mall with nothin' at all Seein' niggas that ball, that shit was depressin' Keep my clothes in the cleaners, I hate with the pressin' When I copied hounds it was my best investment Dre got shot and it taught me a lesson I'm stickin' niggas up and them rubbery masses Mash like Batman minus the tight pants Would hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashy Fo' different blues, man your outfit is crashin' You ain't got no muscles dude you weakling bastard Man look at your haircut Mm hmm, mm hmm, no, your hair sucks How many niggas you know is really heavy hitters '87 go getters, two hoes like John Ritter Even did it on his crime picture and ye And offers to sell and yell, uh [Chorus: Kanye West]