(Hey DJ, put that bitch on replay!)
(Hook: JT Money)
How can you not say my name when you make your list? (Make your list)
Real niggas in this shit, (real niggas) real bitches in this shit (real bitches)
Mount Rushmore can’t exist
And you gotta say my name when you make your list (make your list)
Real niggas in this bitch, (real niggas) and real bitches love this shit (real bitches)
Mount Rushmore
(Verse: JT Money)
Y’all must’ve forgot
I was bumping in the west and the east (That’s right)
Before Pac and Biggie got deceased, they used to listen to me
Original gangsta playa from the southeast
Says a lot bout you, if you don’t know bout me
They tried label me as bass artist, but I sold base
I touch tourist home invaded and stayed on the chase
My era was pure Miami, uncut raw
No outside influence so I can never be flaw
If you fuck with the crib, cats just won’t understand (mmmm)
My first solo in 91, we just called it Poison Clan (Dade County!)
The game wasn’t used to a nigga like me
Minimum airplay, big in the streets
I was giving ‘em gangsta over ol school funk (yeah)
They was wet and hollow, we was giving them chunks
More than 30 years, so a playa been through it
Out of 50 emcees, how many did I influenced?
(Hook: JT Money; *Trick Daddy*)
How can you not say my name when you make your list? (Make your list)
Real niggas in this shit, (real niggas) real bitches in this shit (real bitches)
Mount Rushmore can’t exist
And you gotta say my name when you make your list (make your list)
Real niggas in this shit, (real niggas) and real bitches love this shit (real bitches)
Mount Rushmore
(*Picture me in my 500 Benz, but I was 50 grand short*)
(Verse: Trick Daddy)
Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz (haha)
Back then, I was 50 grand short
Nowadays, name a Benz being bought
Country ass niggas, what the fuck did y’all thought? (Bow!)
If it wasn’t for Luke, no telling where I’d be (no telling)
If it wasn’t for Ted, then I’d be on the streets (streets!)
I been a Dade county representa
Since the crack cocaine epidemic (haha!)
I used to sell nickel bags of that marijuana
A reef of chief, I ain’t talking bout soda
Booger brown, not that creepy outta California
That good shit, that bullshit cause I was only
Living life like Pimp C and Bun B
From selling crack to radio and TV
And BET and MTV like 2Pac and DMX
You know the rest
(Hook: Trick Daddy; *Rick Ross*)
Say my name, say my name, when you make your list
And when you do it, did I make your list?
How the fuck I ain’t make your list?
You done forgot who started this shit?
And if you don’t say my name when you make your list
Then real niggas off in this bitch, then real bitches off in this bitch (*It’s the biggest, Rozay, double MG*)
Don’t know that you on some ol groupie shit (*Maybach Music*)
(Verse: Rick Ross)
I want a LS in my Chevy, how I go about it
A lot of bloodshed in my name and ain’t no going around it
I seen a lot of different things before I wrote about it
And all the ones that testified, we got hold accounted (unnhh!)
Headshot, whacked, dead got me so delighted
He did fed time, came home got me so
Excited
Real niggas, only ones that we should ever praise
On everything, only thing my mama ever raised (haha)
I count my money slow and imma kill about it (unnhh!)
In a dark brown Dickie, how you feel about it?
(Unnhh!)
Got rich, won’t switch, nigga still solid
Hit a lick, 50 bricks, a nigga still got it (Whoo!)
Dade County game, Dade County fame
Ever get us fucked up, Dade County came
It’s a lot of niggas buried in the front yard
Where they catch you for a Chevy and it won’t start (Biggest)
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