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