Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm from the where the could swallow 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 that we are to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now Welcome to hell where you are welcome to But when them shells you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our We watch for cops out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit homes, is about it Was clapping them flamers before I famous For playing me y'all shall forever nameless I am
I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They trying to get they ones, I'm 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 hundred man R., O., C.
I came into this a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from G-packs Put this in motion ain't no rewinding me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat And if somebody would of 'em that Hov' would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, in my right mind That's another that's between me and them Heh, I'm up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, In eighteen months, eighty million Now add that number up with the one I before You are now looking at one smart 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 fire in hell I am a baby, I'll sell water to a well I was to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the with the roof gone and switch plates Was to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your straight, fucker this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!