[Verse 1: Gant]
Blew ya mob into a crew, a few are dudes
You was new
Sewer cats lose when the blues came down with newer gats
Scandal ours, and get tightened up like handle bars
Shots embed your brain right beside your private plots
Cooped-up, dread knotted
[?] up on a square
Souped-up with powder buys and alibis
Sweetened your honey
Either wear wires or launder money
Real as the guts poured with runs likе the Chicago Bulls
Calling for war? We ballin' like thе Final Four
Sneaky ways get you geeks laid up with leaky braids
Hold banana clips & year-long Savannah trips
Keys like piano chords, squeeze quick and slant the wrist
I'm tired of you
We lining up to body you
Pliars cought the breathing on top like a cheese
From the hips with the guns
To the chicks with the buns
To the in-and-out stash crib and split with the funds
[Chorus: Gant]
Nigga we gotta hustle
And let our money bubble
Techs, invest in drug money, sex, murder, & trouble
Fixin' to light your block up, we place nothin' above it
Zoomin' from state to state (ballin' baby!)
You gotta love it
Nigga we gotta hustle
And let our money bubble
Techs, invest in drug money, sex, murder, & trouble
Fixin' to light your block up, we place nothin' above it
Zoomin' from state to state (ballin' baby!)
You gotta love it
[Verse 2: NOE (formerly No Money)]
Watch your tongue dog before your mug catch a slug from it
Got a hard-on now I'm contemplatin' puttin' blood on it
This thug here? Them no care. You gets no love from him
Only thing you get is 18 or more slugs from him
I balls with playas and killas. When we shine, we glitter
I keep it real, before I spit it, I spit it 'cause I live it
What you expect? I'm a young thug who's mind's so distorted
You sold me death and now you pop a fuse 'cause I bought it?
We're in class now so pay attention: No Money & Jigga
My name? It don't matter, just don't sleep on a nigga
I ride tracks like I ride backs of foes with gats
Those who lack take long naps, and strolls in black
We love to clap, perhaps we love you cats
When you act up, we act up 'cause we love to smack
Warn your boys it's war but I don't think the want it
Since you hatin' I'm hatin' back, and comin' for you gunnin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Jay-Z]
No more Reasonable Doubt, I'm proven to be the illest MC
Something's wrong with your motor skills 'cause y'all ain't moving me
I'm who you see musically when you want it done hot
Comparing you to me is a lesson in futility, stop
I paint pictures beautifully but niggas is near-sighted
Don't worry about plagiarists, it'll take 'em years to bite it
Where your greatest fears of writing just appears
Out of nowhere like the information obtained by a psychic
Like it or not, I paid dues but expect to be paid back
Why the fuck should I freestyle? I'm gettin' paid to rap
I sling a track, laid back almost 'til it's a sin
Tell your God someone's doing a good job impersonating Him
Jay Hova
Spittin' game from the Range Rover
Fuck is y'all doin' inert lame? Get over!
Slow your roll though, I got it sewed up like a tailor
Relatively Eazy like Jerry Heller
Cream is cherry vanilla
Got chicks in the telly
Belly up
Sounding like Mahalia, tryna tell y'all
Y'all know the style burn the town down and change the local
Doin' the same shit except it's legit
It's Jigga
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