[Lupe Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh And so it that I'm, sewin jeans And, 1st and 15 is a sewin machine So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in And, button in this then publically I'm Buddy Lee no bustin them and cuffin them is like usherin in the regime, they want me to make pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into A big in the waist, two-pocket on the back them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, that's like chocolate to the fat Look, how you I got here? That's the same game that through where I lived as a kid in the bad luck and threw boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver like Content a little thicker, slicker Yeah, and they oil and water don't mix Now they all at the beach washin off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your YEAH!
It's my life, my life - I dooo I dooooo 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
Fiasco] YEAH! Uhh, it's hella (proper) it sag so low you can see boxer, like 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 nigga from the block what, they was sellin O's like Wheel of Fortune, of imported to feel important, it was +Do or Die+ They was tired of "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my common I guess, I was just guessin the consonants Momma said beware of what the do Tell 'em that your soul's not for sale 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 out of retirement
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is than the sword my lord My picture 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 for war halls you got enough space on your hall's walls I make niggaz murals, escape the bureau's investigation, out in on vacation I'm back for puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you wanna soundclash loud noise leave niggaz if not paralyzed Which means you can't walk in my Too green you can't talk in my hue Extend the team, nigga at Lu' 1st and 15th, my cue, I'm through