[Lupe Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh And so it seems I'm, sewin jeans And, 1st and 15 is just a machine So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in And, button in this hustlin publically I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin them and them is like usherin in the regime, they want me to make Prince But I withstand, I ain't into that A big in the waist, two-pocket on the back Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s in blue dye Give 'em the game, like givin chocolate to the fat Look, how you think I got the same game that came through where I lived as a kid in the bad luck truck and boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver like a little more thicker, slicker Yeah, and said 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 off of you; I'll take, the pressure off of you
[Lupe YEAH! Uhh, it's hella (proper) Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, a boxer's That's the way the Family's pants worn we slide, and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket'll you down to Davy Jones locker Beware if you wanna Roc the Other from the block what, they was sellin O's like of Fortune, of imported cocaine just to feel important, it was +Do or was tired of bein "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 that your not for sale like the W's So go ahead and pirate, the make you leak like pirated my shhh.. It's no shhh.. it's just shhh like And big homey's out of
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier than the sword my My first was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I remain the artiste through thees all If you force my hand I'll be to "draw" If the war calls for war you got enough space on your hall's walls I niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on I'm for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't soundclash loud noise leave niggaz if not paralyzed Which means you walk in my shoes Too much you can't talk in my hue the team, nigga holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, my cue, I'm through