Yeah, I said, "Once upon a time in a city mine" There was a nigga named Nickel that like Big in his prime He got a 52 box, original tick in the Listenin' to 'Pac and drop with a prestigious design My niggaz is dimes, my is dimes
I up behind Eminem in '99 and I took the baton I been runnin' shit ever since then, MC's Sit and watchin' my green grow like I'm seeds The problem with me is I'm the of the streets
callin' for peace, they can't even call the police If I ain't better than you I'm harder to 'cause I live by the art of for keeps I get indicted after my product's
We a different form, a centrifugal force Every line is like grippin' on a shift in a Porsche My niggaz asked for direction to go on this I said, "Fuck a direction, out, get 'em up high"
and for them wack songs that you made I want you to throw pin, but hold the grenade Explode to your grave and go straight to When your soul is for the road that you paved
The role that played, in up hip-hop You owe so you paid, the close to your brain Closer than the close shave of a low fuckin' Don't fuck me, don't fuck with J O E
With we gon' make more cheese Heavy hitter, me Joell David Ortiz I point a burner at the plaque on your On some leftover shit, it's a wrap on the
I'm one in a mil', to kill It's like you a pill, my gun put your back on the streets on the concrete lookin' at the sun Eyelids heavy, "Why did Crooked to come?"
He was full of 'gnac and rum, a bully actin' dumb Fully automatic umm, Crooked havin' fun Listen, don't a nigga find your dame And the dime give me brains 'til my mind is drained
Listen, make me grab a 9 and aim And how dime did me, do yo' mind the same But different, the West king Crooked I I'm a pilot, I stay fly 'til I die, get 'em up high
Joell, we go again, you know I'm him, Mr. Ortiz Soon as I hold a pen I co-defend the sickest Pick a disease we got it, I sniffle and sneeze Lyrics squeeze, listen please, Lord, get rid of this fever
I'm 150 degrees 16's to be sweet, now they're a bit of a tease A nigga need a infinite instrumental just to be Used to about livin' now I'm livin' my dreams
The bitches fiend, my dick a machine I'm wrong, maybe I am just as fuckin' big as I seem When I'm spittin' mean, me and government intervene A couple presidents, live in my jeans
I 'em residence, they just let me pick anything When I'm in the mall, show me the latest kicks on the scene And I get 'em all, I like the nigga I am Niggaz hate, bitches cheer like Norm, Cliff and
I'm in a state, of mind should be the fifty verse I run radio but I don't use itty bitty words I ain't with the nouns, I ain't shitty with the verb When I reach heaven I the nigga Biggie to be like word
City slicker, New York when I swerve that mic like the Statue of Liberty, I deserve A shot at the title, spitter of the year, every year, let's be Put some fingers in the air and 'em up high
Joey, work on your half-court shot, I'm from far Get 'em mad, see a ape on your bars And that's rate, hate from the wannabe stars And that's great, mean he feel it and he numb
See that comin' from around the corner Like a shot from Angelina Jolie's gun, Joey the one I'm a fake, your run of the mill? I'm from where they kill you for one of your
For me it's fun, your man we evenly skilled He Mel Gibson, all that shit he believe, gon' get his son Play a match, fuck what you take it as No good straight jacket, all I did break the
They say he talk with his fake ass Four pounds put me in weight class Great the pad Took the off my naked ass and ate the mask
You me, you wanna be a great that fast? a fully automatic and spray at gas Me? a whole shit with a verse probably atrocious In whole camp, nobody focused
They say you the Warrior, I agree You die and back , won't nobody know this Drive by, screamin' it's a new crew Hangin' out the window, like it's 227, get 'em up
Get 'em up high, get 'em up Get 'em up high, get 'em up Get 'em up in the sky
Put 'em up high, put 'em up Put 'em up high, in the sky Put 'em up, Slaughterhouse,
Ohh, ohh, Fatman Scoop, Fatman Scoop, Put 'em high, woo, ohh