[Lupe Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh And so it seems that I'm, sewin And, 1st and 15 is a sewin machine So I, cut the and I, sew in seams And, in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin them and cuffin them is usherin in the regime, they want me to make pants But I withstand, I gotten into that A little big in the waist, on the back Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in dye 'em the game, that's like givin chocolate to the fat Look, how you I got here? That's the same game came through where I lived as a kid in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the Made me a ripper, deliver like Content a little more thicker, Yeah, and they oil and water don't mix Now all down at the beach washin off the fish Was 'til I brought the Roc into your ships YEAH!
It's my life, my life - everything I dooo I for you I do it all for you - I say you knowwww it's the truth I'll say it is the truth - I'll all the pressure offff of you Take pressure off of you; take, the pressure off of you
Fiasco] YEAH! Uhh, hella proper (proper) Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a That's the way that the Family's worn we slide, and try and put 'em on The in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker Beware if you wanna Roc the Other nigga from the block what, was sellin O's like of Fortune, of imported cocaine just to feel important, it was +Do or They was tired of "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my common I guess, I was just like the consonants Momma said of what the devil do Tell 'em your soul's not for sale like the W's So go ahead and pirate, the cannons make you leak like my shhh.. no shhh.. it's just shhh like quiet And big homey's out of
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier the sword my lord My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the And I still the artiste through thees all If you force my hand I'll be to "draw" If the war for war halls Hope you got enough space on your walls I make niggaz murals, then escape the investigation, out in Europe on I'm back for these with the pound boy (Blaow) a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash loud leave niggaz if not paralyzed Which means you walk in my shoes Too much green you can't in my hue Extend the team, nigga at Lu' 1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm