Turn my music high, high, high,
I'm from the where the Hood could swallow a man, 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 to violence, but it's home sweet home Where crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall 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 where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better 'em All scars we 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops out the back of van a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is it Was them flamers before I became famous For playing me shall forever remain nameless I am
Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and They trying to get ones, I'm tryin' 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 I'm the hundred million man R., O., C.
I came into this motherfucker a grand strong Nine to be exact, grinding G-packs Put this shit in ain't no rewinding me back Could make 40 off a but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' sell clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my mind 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 looking at one black boy Momma ain't raised no Put me anywhere on God's earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker, I, will, not,
I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a I was to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe the roof gone and switch plates Was to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get shit straight, fucker this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!