Turn my high, high, high, high-er
I'm from the streets the Hood swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the And cops comb the top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome 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 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 a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a outfit homes, homes is about it Was clapping them flamers I became famous For playing me shall forever remain nameless I am
Sure I do, I tell you the difference me and them They trying to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get M's One million, two million, million, four In just five years, 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 this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, grinding G-packs Put this shit in ain't no rewinding me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat And if somebody would of told 'em that Hov' would clothing Heh, not in this lifetime, in my right mind That's difference 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 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 sell in hell I am a baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch Cop the with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never orders Dickface, get your straight, fucker this is Big Jay
Will, not, lose, ever, fucker!