Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, follow a man There's so coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the top to bottom They say we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and meets chrome The coke prices up and like it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones brains are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one you are now gone to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we 'em like the back of our hand We watch for hopping out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't Dapper Dan This ain't a outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers I became famous For playing me y'all shall forever remain I am
I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get M's One million, two million, three million, In just 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 came into this a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grinding Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme beat that And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would sell Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my mind That's another difference that's me and them Heh, I'm smarten up, open the up One million, two million, three million, In months, eighty million more 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, sell water to a well I was to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof and switch plates Was born to dictate, never orders Dickface, get your straight, fucker this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!