Re-Up

Roll up Thumbs!

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]

Now we ain't down no more, we up nigga

Quickest way to the top is to re up nigga

Got your man in the zone tell him D up nigga

I still see you in my rear view speed up nigga

I was just pursuing it everybody was doing it

It was like a tradition and who was I to ruin it

Nothing else matter as long as the work landed

You got your regular smokers and then it’s the  thirst bandits

Granted I’m in the sport for the cake

Straight money get the rock

Short money get the shake

No credit tell your story to the Jake

I just bought a new crib 100 thou for the drapes

I ain’t have a choice

[Chorus: L-Biz]

Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped

Momma need food so I re-uped

Got locked hit the library gotta read up

Ain't no way we letting the justice system beat us

So when there is no means gotta re-up

And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up

Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up

If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

D-B’s up nigga

The product got low had to re up nigga

You ain’t gon make it sitting down and crying about it G’ up nigga

You ain’t gotta get a black mask ski up nigga

I went from putting work on the stove to verses with HOV

Rental cars to get personally drove

Poconos to Nassau Bahamas rooms

Suites at the cove

My OG had me bagging up work it was real

But my talent outweighed what he had on the scale

Big ASCAP checks in the mail

First I wasn’t shit now these dirty bitches trying to throw me they tail

My vegan brother tried to make me eat kale

My older nigga said make it, save it, so you won’t see jail

Save my dough, single parent mom knew I would blow

You a diamond dust it off soon it would show

My money is like my kids I love watching them grow

[Chorus: L-Biz]

Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped

Momma need food so I re-uped

Got locked hit the library gotta read up

Ain't no way we letting the justice system beat us

So when there is no means gotta re-up

And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up

Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up

If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Master of the hustle lord of the 12' 12'

I sold base and I swore I was flyer than LL

Pyrex baking soda familiar with hell smell

Do my dirt pon my lonely cause what could a shell tell

No longer on that hard tip

Cause I’m on the beaches, weed and car kits

I am a narcissist that’s heartless

I’m lying but I swing iron fill up a cartridge

Going to war a few men will die

Re-uped conquered the law committed genocide

All I now is another ten minutes another ten will fly

Now I’m an entrepnouer the things enterprised

I ain’t going to jail I ain’t posting the bail

I’m the brother Donnie told you bout pushing the kale

Probably on a island hot spotting the wheel

Now the re-up is all legal beloved how can I feel

Ghost

[Chorus: L-Biz]

Couldn’t get a job so I re-uped

Momma need food so I re-uped

Got locked hit the library gotta read up

Ain't no way we letting the justice system beat us

So when there is no means gotta re-up

And when the kids don’t eat gotta re-up

Losing all kinds of sleep till I re up

If I don’t do it who the hell is gonna feed us

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up

Whoa, whoa, whoa time to re-up