[Lupe Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh And so it seems that I'm, jeans And, 1st and 15 is a sewin machine So I, cut the and I, sew in seams And, button in this hustlin then publically I'm Lee There's no bustin them and them is like usherin in the regime, want me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into A little big in the waist, 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 that came through where I lived as a kid in the bad truck and threw boxes off the back Made me a ripper, deliver river a little more thicker, slicker Yeah, and they said oil and water mix Now all down at the beach washin off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into your YEAH!
It's my life, my - everything 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; take, the pressure off of you
Fiasco] YEAH! Uhh, it's proper (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 down to Davy Jones if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker Other nigga from the what, they was sellin O's like Wheel of Fortune, of cocaine just to important, it was +Do or Die+ They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for That was just a of my common sense I guess, I was just guessin like the Momma said beware of what the do 'em that your soul's not for sale like the W's So go and pirate, the highest cannons make you leak like my shhh.. It's no shhh.. it's just shhh quiet And big out of retirement
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 for war halls Hope you got enough on your hall's walls I make niggaz murals, escape the bureau's investigation, out in on vacation I'm back for these with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a round boy (blaow blaow) boy Sound boy, you don't wanna loud noise leave niggaz paranoid if not means you can't walk in my shoes Too green you can't talk in my hue the team, nigga holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, my cue, I'm through