Beneath the Diamonds

Oh, that's that smooth shit (Twista! L.A.D.! Devin the Dude!) We 'bout to do this shit like this Yo Drama, take that shit back for 'em one time (uh-oh!) Ha ha, cocaine in the flesh Been in the game since Brand Nubian was spittin', reign of the tec' I done spit lyrics for DJ Jam Master Jay and Kid Capri Now it's DJ Drama, now you all on the dick lil' mama? Where the fuck was you at when a nigga was on the block? (where you at?) When the nigga was drivin' dirty Nike's with no knot (where you at?) Before the Billboard number one spot It was so hard to get a bitch to get down and suck on a cock Before rockin' the Bentley and I got so popular Thuggin' with the G.D.'s you wouldn't see me even with binoculars Steady actin' like you ain't been ran through Never gave a nigga no pussy now you sweatin' and talkin' 'bout you a fan too Before the Vin houses and the trucks and Impalas Tell me where was you at when the nigga needed a couple of dollars I remember her off the block, now I can't fuck with lil' mama Walk off on that hoe, I'd rather let another bitch holla [Chorus] Spend the rest of the life in the trap bein' grimy (oh yeah) On the grind tryin' to stay out the county (oh) Limit ties when I ain't had no money (oh yeah) Got bread now, these bitches all on me Cause underneath all the cars and clothes (cars and clothes) The lights, the bling, and oh Oh oh oh, diamonds and gold Underneath all the diamonds still cold, yeah Yeah, L.A.D., uh, Bitches used to say "ugh," now I got pull My life like Ace, from "Paid in Full" Low like a turtle, my queen mad fertile Run a marathon, same time, jumpin' hurdles Put a broad on a plane, brick in her girdle Why I'm still here, got my life in gear Fuckin' a rich white bitch like Britney Spears Runnin' in her hard like a car hit a deer Live life no fear, boxed in like a square Two Coronas with lime, sip my beer My vision's so clear from the front to the rear That's why I'm reclined in a La-Z-Boy chair Can't see me like I'm air, but I'm there Mean I'm here, like Ray Lewis or Steve McNair Real Hall-of-Famer, real big gamer Semi-automatic or a four-fifth flamer, blaow! [Chorus] It's a blessin' to be still in the game Considerin' where I came from the music changed Some would continue to hang I'm, right where I oughta be Whatever obstacle in the way, won't let it bother me Grindin' since the early teens in my dirty jeans Now I'm on the scene fulfillin' my worldly dreams So get yours, I'll get mine in due time We'll be able to survive some lunatic rhymes But nowadays you gotta find different ways To keep your pockets on fat, who got it? Where it's at? Shit, you gotta go get it The road you gotta hit it, the show money's splitted Yeah, and if everybody wit it we can make somethin' happen With the push of these buttons and some cut-cuttin' and scratchin' I've been rappin for years, and I think I'm gonna Sang or do anything other than slang on the corners I'm gone [Chorus]