[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 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 gotten into that A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the Call them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in dye Give 'em the game, that's like chocolate to the fat Look, how you I got here? the same game that 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 Blackbeard 'til I the Roc into your ships YEAH!
It's my life, my life - everything I I dooooo for you I do it all for you - I say you knowwww it's the truth I'll say it is the - I'll take all the pressure offff of you Take off of you; I'll take, the pressure off of you
[Lupe YEAH! Uhh, it's proper (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 drag you 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 just to important, it was +Do or Die+ They was tired of "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was a product of my common sense I guess, I was just like the consonants Momma said beware of the devil do Tell 'em that soul's not for sale like the W's So go and pirate, the highest cannons make you like pirated my shhh.. It's no shhh.. just shhh like quiet And big out of retirement
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier the sword my lord My first was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I remain the artiste through thees all If you my hand I'll be forced to "draw" If the war for war halls Hope you got space on your hall's walls I make niggaz murals, then the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on I'm back for these with the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't wanna loud noise leave paranoid 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, my cue, I'm through