Lyrics:
DJ Michael Watts
DJ Slice, turn me up mayne, turn me up
This heah for my grandma mayne, I love you baby
The whole family miss you baby
I'm fin' ta
Like y'all really been that
Like y'all really did this ha ha haha
Where y'all goin' with this shit, nigga?
Black Soprano Family, huh
Yeah, ask niggas
Roc on a mission,
Niggas get nervous; they thinkin that hell comin with it
My name ring bells some wicked
Sheff em up's resident chemist
Y'all
religion, you just followin' your mammy
She followed your granny, she obeyed master
Did y'all even ask her?
Questions, it's holes in them stories
Is it
tellin what I do to you
(I ain't fuckin wit you niggas)
Uh uh, I ain't fuckin wit you
I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz
Fuck y'all
He used to be a hustler, he
You know what I'm sayin'
Y'all ain't ready for this shit, man
Big Von on this shit, man
Y'all know what I'm sayin'
We got, what
We got Bando on this
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
empty
I'm three dimen-try, now feed me MCs, I'm greed and envy
Carlito, watch me go repo y'all sweetie's Bentley
I skid mark through these thoughts
by the stream
Down by the trees
Rip at the seams
Aye
Please, try to believe me
Aye
Know it ain't easy
Y'all don't know me
Y'all don't know my team
Down by the stream
Down by the trees
Rip at the seams
Aye
Please, try to believe me
Aye
Know it ain't easy
y'all don't know me
Y'all don't know my team
I welcome y'all to greatness
You now witnessing a legend
Real nigga shit
Uh, I've seen it all from a crackhead living room
Never get in tune
mean?
If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors
The game wouldn't be the same (that's right, man)
You gotta
of fame, ain't never playin' no games
Never croonin' is provin', that we ready for change
Never simpin' but they pimpin' my people, for the dollars
So I
lame, production game be so insane
Y'all really wanna be me? That's so sad
Y'all really want this talent, go and chase you a damn bag
Got no time for
playin' I'm Beanie Sigel
You still run that old game, like a Neo Geo
You lookin' for me? I'ma be in Rio
Sunbathin' off the coast, sippin' Pinot Grigio
to Hopsin lane
I guarantee I'll Marshawn Lynch it
Y'all ain't ready for the young man
Beast Mode like I'm done playin'
Heard they fiendin' for the next
platinum, baby
Yeah, we be goin' platinum but I wear gold
Four hundred, five hundred what I get a show
Play the game right so I'm livin' by the code
We
somebody talkin' 'bout you owe 'em
I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada
Niggas ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride
You better be thankful we
On an 8 Mile mission with Cypress and OG's
Shit's about to change, 'cause we ain't playin' no games
We ain't budgin', neither are they, and we ain't
and she's down with The Roots crew, and she go by
The name of Miss Jill Scott
I want y'all to put y'all hands together
Uh, uh, say what? Give it up
shit shocked everybody
Put the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head off
Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'all
we ain't partners and we damn sure ain't friends
The games you playin, you get killed like that
Actin like you all hard, you ain't built like that
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
(We OFM)
Yh we family (We OFM)
We family related by the hood (Hood)
I watch your back watch my back bro (Bro)
We staying up for the beg Doe
We young
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