Heavy hitter for life Heavy hitters for life You rappers think I give a fuck about the way the day spit Want to be on my album but don't want me on they shit Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation I was really makin' myself they competition Fresh off the plane form the all star game Bone girls on TV, so it's all star trains Just picture, man, no stichin', man Somethin' for the phiends fresh out the kitchen, man Last 9/11 I was poor on a half 'til I floored up my math Now it's Porsche 9/11 and I'm floorin' the gas Got a lot a problems, money one that I not have no more Well Dame, look at how everybody den changed All my niggas is 'bout to have it made Tell J that I'm 'bout to change the game This makes everything else sound played Goddamn Kanye! Kanye! Kanye! Now hold up Ain't nobody messin' with me dog, now you say it Ain't nobody messin' with you at all I told, "Dude, you can't even rap on my interlude" Now does that make me as rude as Jude? When the album comin' out, man, the people is askin' Y'all got motive Adidas, ya sick with the fashion Ya already got doe, so ya spit for the passion The way ya rhymes give me Tribe Called Quest flash backs And let's not even bring up the tracks, man Nope, nope, let's not do that, man Ya eatin' up the game like Pac, man And got the whole world shakin' just like crack phiends Heavy hitters for life Roca fella is for life Throw them diamonds up Throw them diamonds up Trow ya diamonds © MIRIMODE MUSIC; SONGS OF UNIVERSAL INC; PLEASE GIMME MY PUBLISHING, INC.; EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com