4 the Record

[Intro] Woo hell yeah, let's talk to the niggas that do the most I'm here, back again It's your boy [?] For the record, I like [?] Ya heard? And that's how we do it, for the record [Chorus: Buddy] This is for the record (hey) This is for the record (hey) Hell yeah This is for the record (hey) This is for the record (hey) Hell yeah [Verse 1: Buddy] Hey, man I'm in this whole wire Stay up, I don't ever get tired Heat it up, with a little more fire Headed up, we can only get higher Man, your girl give me head, like a visor I ain't fuck that bitch, she a liar You ain't heard that I roll with the writers Give it up bruh, you don't wanna try us Every time I hit the road, they be linin' up All these hoes see me on, now they signin up Gettin' money, I'm a sole proprietor Keep on sleepin' if you want, man, that's fine with us Back it up one time for a nigga Mix a little bam-bam with the liquor No, we don't got no problems over here bruh And we gon' touch a mil' before the year is up [Chorus: Buddy] This is for the record (hey) This is for the record (hey) Hell yeah This is for the record (hey) This is for the record (hey) Hell yeah [Bridge: Buddy] Money on my mind, for the record Runnin' through the marathon, for the record And I put that on God, for the record Somebody might die, for the record Rest in peace, nigga Eazy-E, for the record Mike & Keys, nigga on the beat, for the record We could do this all night, for the record Comin' from the Westside, for the record [Verse 3: Boogie] This one for the pressure This one for the bitches, that ain't givin' me no effort This one for the L, shit they only made me better They remember every fade, and sayin' this one for the record I can't rectify the pain or the story of my gang Ain't no freedom for my brain, with a 40 and a chain You know devils love to play, in the shadows of my brain I can't elevate or change, if all I ever do is hang Really, all I see is shame "Where my city at?" Nigga, you too broke for you to know where all the bitches at Homie on parole and he can't smoke, so he gon' hit a Black You let somebody use your lighter, you don't get it back I'm really at...I'm really in a bad place, and I ain't seein' good much Tell me throw my fist high and I just throw my hood up How you know your roof high, if you ain't ever looked up (uh) Some shit I never understood But I know this one for the record, I know this one for the death They'll have niggas spendin' money 'fore we even see the check Serena made it outta' Compton, she forever get respect A parallel to how ya'll sit and do it for the 'net I say... This is for the record [Outro] You know what I'm sayin' For the record... It ain't nothing like fucking with [?] and you ain't got to motherfucking split it wit nobody, nigga. And that's really for the record, nigga I put that muthafuckin' money in my pocket and I know, shit, I [?] That's on God, nigga, for the record