Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm from the streets the Hood could a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet Where crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now All that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are to sell But when them shells come you return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the of our hand We for cops hopping out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I need Dapper Dan This a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers before I became 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 motherfucker a hundred strong Nine to be exact, from G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewinding me Could make 40 off a brick but one could beat that And if somebody 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, million, four In eighteen months, eighty million Now add number up with the one I said before You are now looking at one smart boy Momma ain't raised no Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not,
I sell ice in the winter, I sell in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch Cop the Coupe the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow Dickface, get shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!