Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm the streets where the Hood could swallow a man, bullets'll a man There's so coke that 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 crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones brains are now blown All over that Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to But when shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em 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 sewn outfit homes, homes is it Was clapping them flamers before I famous For playing me y'all shall forever nameless I am
Sure I do, I 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 just five years, forty 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 hundred strong Nine to be exact, from G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could that And if somebody would of '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 up, open the market up One million, two million, million, four In eighteen months, eighty more Now add that number up with the one I before You are now at one smart black boy Momma ain't 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 hustler baby, sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch Cop the Coupe with the roof and switch plates Was to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucker is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!