Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm the streets where the Hood swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the And comb the shit top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome 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 brown Brougham, one slip 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 we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hopping out the of van Wear a G on my chest, I need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn 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 me and them They trying to get ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, three million, In just years, forty million more You are now looking at the forty boy I'm Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C.
I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand to be exact, from grinding G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme beat that And if somebody would of told 'em Hov' would sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, in my right mind That's difference that's between me and them Heh, I'm smarten up, the market up One million, two million, million, four In eighteen months, eighty million Now add that number up the one I said before You are now at one smart black boy ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my Motherfucker, I, will, not,
I sell ice in the winter, I fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll water 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, follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!