[Lupe Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh And so it seems that I'm, sewin 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, want me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into A big in the waist, two-pocket on the back Call Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, that's like chocolate to the fat Look, how you think I got That's the same game that came where I lived as a kid in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the me a ripper, deliver like river Content a little thicker, slicker Yeah, and they said oil and water mix Now they all down at the washin off the fish Was Blackbeard 'til I the Roc into your ships YEAH!
It's my life, my life - everything I dooo I for you I do it all for you - everything I say you it's the truth I'll say it is the truth - take all the pressure offff of you Take pressure off of you; I'll take, the off of you
[Lupe YEAH! Uhh, hella proper (proper) Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a That's the way that the Family's worn 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 block what, was sellin O's Wheel of Fortune, of imported cocaine just to important, it was +Do or Die+ was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my sense I guess, I was just like the consonants Momma said beware of what the do Tell 'em that your 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 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 still the artiste through thees all If you force my hand be forced to "draw" If the war calls for war Hope you got enough space on your walls I make niggaz murals, escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on I'm back for these puppies the pound boy (Blaow) Here's a boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't soundclash loud noise leave paranoid if not paralyzed 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