Lyrics:
featuring Diamond D Grand Puba
[Diamond D] Ninety three it's time man
(All out yo because youknowhatI'msayin..)
[Fat Joe]
then I shoot it to the beat
Keep you by my side girl you're stuck to me
You said I'm the man so I got you Gucci
High class fashion, Emilio Pucci
I been
Off my 9, off my roll
Have a toast
Off of 9, by the hour off payroll
Off the wage, on the wave
How it goes
Stream sales don't mean nothing
But a post
the man, Ay!
Chilling on the beach with a drink in my hand
Phone is out of reach when my toes in the sand
Am I in LA, Cancun, or Japan?
Everywhere you go,
like I lit the fuse (it's lit)
I call the shots and all the killers be like, "What's the move?" (let's get it)
Hundred grand, you and your little man
to me man
never needed a hand
but I need a hundred grand
and I do the running man
cause I'm running to the bag
never hated on a man
and I love all
awareness
c man with good fashion who struggles to find
Bodies worth devoting most of his time
c frequent indulger
c steadfast-drunk fiend
Frightened by
I'm still on my grand
Keep on ripping the track, bringing it back
makingthe money, and put them in the stack
Some are relaxed.
All these are talking
talking bout practice man
Everything I ever did I had to win
Working on my tactics I was shooting in the gym
I'm just trying to elevate the stature
Always
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around
and everything
The worst shit I saw in my life
I want to testify I swear before God it was Kirk Jones, no lie
Did you see that man in court today?
Do you
feeling proud
Stroke game crazy swear she miss me by the mile
Yea there ain't no doubt
She like a man kinky
Staring do you mean me
Yea she call me king in
keeping
There ain't no problem, standing by while I'm in niggas's groups in
The small columns, where the manners at?
Incoherent people standing, hearing all
today
Don't know which car I'ma drive today
Promoter just brought me 200 grand
And I'ma count it by hand all hundreds with both eyes closed
I've got
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
work hard
And I got talent
To be a leader
You need
Balance
Plyometrics
Gymnastics
Lansing
Grand rapids
Drip
Game
Good fashion
Determination
Plus
Passion
Rich man take a poor mans fashion
Rich man take a poor mans music
Rich man take a poor mans passion
To utilize it for his amusement
Poor man take
Fashion
I stay strong went longer than a past time
From the lip, it was written in class time
It's been that, skinny struggled in gym class
Many bunnies
college brain
You know what I'm talking bout Scholarship
She needs a man that can handle Without the power trip
That's why she come to me
She know I know
It's ok, no matter what they say
Believe in your self, lift your hands and say
No weapon, fashion towards me, way go plum
Tables turn, bridges burn
Life
Wait, Isaac have you ever been to Mote
Park in Maidstone when it's shut down (no)
It's so lovely (Man's never been in)
When it's shutdown
That's not
these niggas ain't got no cars today, man
My car was so pretty, I ride by, niggas' dicks get hard
You dig what I'm sayin?
[Young hustler:]
Ha-ha, man
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were sit-tin' by the fire.
My grand-ma told your grand-ma: "I'm gon-na set your flag on fire."
Talk-in' 'bout, Hey
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