[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, button in hustlin then publically I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin them and them is like usherin in the regime, they want me to make pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten into A little big in the waist, two-pocket on the them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, like givin chocolate to the fat Look, how you think I got That's the same that came through where I lived as a kid in the bad luck truck and boxes off the back Made me a ripper, like river a little more thicker, slicker Yeah, and said oil and water don't mix Now they all down at the beach 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 - everything I say you knowwww the truth I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the offff of you Take pressure off of you; take, the pressure off of you
Fiasco] YEAH! Uhh, it's proper (proper) Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, like a That's the way that the Family's pants we slide, and try and put 'em on The stones in the pocket'll you down to Davy Jones locker if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker Other nigga the block what, they was sellin O's like Wheel of Fortune, of imported just to feel important, it was +Do or They was tired of "Po' Pimps," now for sure That was just a product of my sense I guess, I was just guessin like the Momma beware of what the devil do Tell 'em that soul's not for sale like the W's So go ahead and pirate, the cannons make you leak like my shhh.. It's no shhh.. it's shhh like quiet And big out of retirement
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier than the sword my My first picture was a line-up, now I'm on the 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 murals, then escape the bureau's investigation, out in Europe on I'm back for these puppies the pound boy (Blaow) a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't wanna soundclash noise niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed Which means you can't in my shoes Too green you can't talk in my hue Extend the team, holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, that's my cue, I'm