it You know you at the top when only Heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker
drinkin' tropical It's just sittin' at a table with sophisticated bitches Nah, that ain't nothin', I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga, my brother Gotta have
and two weeks later I'm in the spot, takin' it light Watchin' the Tyson fight, it's packed, uh, with killers and rats Dope dealers, money hungry bitches, malicious Cars
For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love For my love, for my love, my love, for my love, my love For my love, for my love, my love, for
peel you for ya shoes It's the blues, but not on hill street You could call it, kill or be killed street Lost a pint of blood, let it spill street Stop
It's been a moment since I done some public speaking I find nowadays its best to keep quiet But uh Sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel
the Red Sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light on it like it's recordin' I ain't recordin' I'm jus C4'in My currency foreign We are
it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We onnnn, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't runnin wit it run from it motherfucker
I got it Trunk lift up at the light but my dropper remain in squat Still bangin' my Screw doin' my thang Somethin' bout a week but they swear I've been
lips and they'd like it thin Can, you understand what I mean? Are you there? Well, could you tell us what we have please? And four six-packs We'll take it
my face in the press, now Cause the applause it dies When the praise is less if my face is depressed, then/It's cause my value and worth is in the
the big idea? comin with the sideshow mountain act u could always drop my class if you find it too challenging that way nobody knows a face we just take it
what shall I say? It's been a good run from hoodlum to Island estates How could one, make such foul mistakes Still be allowed to have a smile on my face
what caused it, livin? a dream, nothin? in this World powerful enough to pause it. sing! [Chorus] [Joe Budden - Verse 3] sayin? ?follow my lead, follow, follow my lead.? cig in my
bra just doesn't fit" Twins in two rooms tryin' to make me double dip Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it Like my cars and my weapon
ma bring in the fish and induce my backhand To refrain from my fist Yeah, I wish that I change, then I could shed all the main You trippin' on my ego but all my
alive you have half the chance to live your life and all my senses stayed up staring for a glint of doubt in your eyes how could I have slipped into
say, they tappin' my cell phone They wanna sneak and peak inside of my home I'm paranoid and it's not the weed In my rear view mirror these cars, they
