Turn my high, high, high, high-er
I'm from the where the Hood could a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the And cops the shit top to bottom They say we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome meets The coke prices up and down it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now All over that brown Brougham, one you are now gone Welcome to hell you are welcome to sell But when shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em the back of our hand We watch for hopping out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I need Dapper Dan ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers I became famous For playing me y'all shall forever nameless I am
I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, three million, In five years, forty million more You are now looking at the forty boy I'm rapping Def Jam 'til I'm the million man R., O., C.
I into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from G-packs Put shit in motion ain't no rewinding me back Could 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody would of told 'em Hov' would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my mind That's another difference that's between me and Heh, I'm smarten up, the market up One million, two million, million, four In eighteen months, million more Now add that number up the one I said before You are now at one smart black boy Momma raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not,
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in I am a hustler baby, I'll water to a well I was to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow Dickface, get your shit straight, this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!