[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 sewin So I, cut the pattern and I, sew in And, in this hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin them and cuffin them is usherin in the regime, they me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the Call Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, that's like givin to the fat Look, how you I got here? the same game that came through where I lived as a kid in the bad truck and threw boxes off the back me a ripper, deliver like river Content a more thicker, slicker Yeah, and they said oil and don't mix Now they all down at the washin off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into ships YEAH!
It's my life, my life - I dooo I dooooo for you I do it all for you - everything I say you knowwww the truth I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the pressure of you Take pressure off of you; I'll take, the 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 that the Family's pants we slide, and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket'll drag you to Davy Jones locker Beware if you wanna Roc the Other nigga from the block what, was sellin O's like Wheel of Fortune, of cocaine just to feel important, it was +Do or They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for That was a product of my common sense I guess, I was just guessin the consonants said beware 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 pirated my shhh.. It's no shhh.. just shhh like quiet And big out of retirement
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier than the sword my My picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I still remain the through thees all If you force my I'll be forced to "draw" If the war for war halls Hope you got enough on your hall's walls I niggaz murals, then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on I'm back for these with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) boy Sound boy, you don't soundclash loud noise leave niggaz paranoid if not means you can't walk in my shoes Too much you can't talk in my hue Extend the team, nigga at Lu' 1st and 15th, my cue, I'm through