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