We Made It

[Intro: sample, Superb & Ghostface Killah] "Tony Starks fights again for survival And by just a thin thread of electric current Wins another victory" Uh, c'mon (Yeah) C'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop, what-what? (Celebrities, what?) Street corner (For all my niggas) Crack spot niggas [Chorus: Chip Banks & Superb] We made it (Chicken ass mothafuckas) We made it (Envious bitches) We made it (Yo, you know what y'all) We made it [Verse 1: Superb] Make me wanna pop something, no champagne Two-five on me, weed and cracks on me Bitch motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just fucked bitches Bought a lot of clothes and played the ave Now we rap niggas with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a nigga dead we pay the cash I ain't trying to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with you, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'ma show out You gon' fuck around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, Cay tone out In the Mess Hall hall, about to zone out (Word) Dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out We just dumb motherfuckers with our microphone out [Verse 2: Chip Banks] See, see, see See me I roll with Ghost and Cats that carry they toast, make the Post and Front pagin', center-stagin' When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game, man We rocked our own diamond rings, see them bling-bling Got big boy toys, push sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed Niggas hate Nino, 'cause how fast I rose up Like George Jefferson and 'em, stepping on 'em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on him" And the vest, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail When we dealing with Supreme Clientele (-Tele, -tele, -tele) [Bridge: Superb] From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge (Uh-huh) Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island (C'mon) We thugs like, life is the same challenge (Uh-huh) Do the knowledge, recognize your talent (Yeah, yeah) And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies Mingle among stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep balling, new systems, high sciences Drop, the Ghost listening, track sizzling Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, Goines, king of the sin Best sellers for niggas, stay together Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz Cinemax smile Shot in thirty-five lens you program Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci robes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in Flip raps like forty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel [Verse 4: Hell Razah] Analyze this shit like De Niro Words in your center ear hole, blocks of ice like Sub-Zero We been right since day zero, shatter your soul like glass windows Turn virgins to nymphos Pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles At hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the Twelve Apostles, and life without you Held counsel with great men to murderers in the state pen Being caged in the wages of sin before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in 'Cause here we want the head of Satan, doo-rags and our pants hanging [Chorus: Chip Banks & Ghostface Killah] We made it (Uh-huh, uh-huh) We made it (That's right y'all) We made it (Street corners) We made it (Jail niggas) We made it (Riker's Island) We made it (Ge-Grey Haven) We made it (Big Un, that's right y'all) We made it (Word up) [Outro: Ghostface Killah] All y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, nigga Step the fuck off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red That's right, my nigga Born, that's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home, nigga Yeah, we made it, yeah C Allah, word up That's fam, yeah Check it out, Staten Island True indeed, five boroughs Check it, uh-huh