Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll a man There's so much coke you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet Where personalities crash and chrome meets The coke prices up and down like it's Street homes But this is than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown All over brown Brougham, one slip 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 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 ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers I became famous For me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am
Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and They to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, million, four In just five years, million more You are now at the forty million boy I'm Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C.
I came into this motherfucker a 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 could that And if somebody would of told 'em that would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, in my right 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, eighty more Now add number up with the one I said before You are now looking at one smart boy Momma ain't no fool Put me anywhere on green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not,
I ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, on and switch states Cop the Coupe the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!