[Lupe Roc-A-Fella, 1st AND!! Jay... Lupe!
Yeah, uhh And so it seems I'm, sewin jeans And, 1st and 15 is just a machine So I, cut the and I, sew in seams And, button in this hustlin then I'm Buddy Lee There's no bustin and cuffin them is like usherin in the regime, they me to make Prince pants But I withstand, I ain't gotten that A little big in the waist, on the back them Nu-vi's, O.G.'s covered in blue dye Give 'em the game, like givin chocolate to the fat Look, how you I got here? That's the same game that came through where I as a kid in the bad luck truck and threw boxes off the me a ripper, deliver like river Content a little thicker, slicker Yeah, and they oil and water don't mix Now they all down at the beach washin off the Was Blackbeard 'til I brought the Roc into ships YEAH!
It's my life, my life - everything I dooo I for you I do it all for you - everything I say you it's the truth I'll say it is the truth - I'll take all the pressure of you Take pressure off of you; I'll take, the off of you
Fiasco] YEAH! Uhh, it's hella (proper) Cause it sag so low you can see boxer, a boxer's That's the way the Family's pants worn we slide, and try and put 'em on The in the pocket'll drag you down to Davy Jones locker if you wanna Roc the Knickerbocker Other nigga from the block what, was sellin O's like of Fortune, of imported cocaine just to feel important, it was +Do or They was tired of bein "Po' Pimps," now for That was just a of my common sense I guess, I was just like the consonants Momma said beware of the devil do Tell 'em that your not for sale like the W's So go ahead and pirate, the cannons make you leak pirated my shhh.. It's no shhh.. it's just like quiet And big out of retirement
Uhh, Young, uhh So the pen is mightier than the sword my My picture was a line-up, now I'm on the Forbes And I still remain the artiste thees all If you force my I'll be forced to "draw" If the war calls for war Hope you got enough space on your hall's I make murals, then escape the bureau's investigation, out in on vacation I'm for these puppies with the pound boy (Blaow) a round boy (blaow blaow) down boy Sound boy, you don't soundclash loud noise niggaz paranoid if not paralyzed Which means you walk in my shoes Too much green you talk in my hue the team, nigga holla at Lu' 1st and 15th, my cue, I'm through