#1

Get up I get down/hit NYC/got my tracks spinnin all over town/Never let me down/
like Kanye/everyday thats how i keep going/my shit not yet in the streets but underground they be knowin/Time passes when youre young/man that shit flies by
smooth sailing from here on out/nothin but crystal clear sky

When i was young/mom always in and out of rehab/i should have checked her into Betty Ford/put that shit on my black amex tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/and it sounds like im blowin smoke/but that shit passed/no reason to let it blow my high

Once my shit drops/spinnin like 22 inch chrome pinwheel tops/
N.E.R.D./she loves it/hit the club Pharell,Hov and B/V.I.P...P.I.M.P/40-40 club pop the top on the bub/posted up behind the shark tank/whereyou cant see me/
everyone will be askin whis in there/I thought that room was reserved for me

Kanye/you say you push miracle whips/come on you know that shitz light/
get some juice and holla at me/my Maranello cruises these NY alleys/new towers in sight/I clean these fiends up like street sweepers at night/im tired of livin check to check/we take it dirty south/Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Vegas Casino/private leer jet/now thats how we fly/like back in the day when you only heard about me by word of mouf/but his aint Luda/straight six shooters/i let you know how we used to do it in the Dirty South/and how we get down/big cities and dreams/i had gamblin spots in the back room of every club town to town and state to state/

Come on 50/I aint been popped 9 times and i still got jack/let me know if you want to ride in my platinum cadillac/everything i touch is gold like Midas/doves fly,feds coming/im on my way/i aint gotta tell you how many sold/thats how we do it down South/aint nothin wrong with reppin/but rep yo city/we know where you from/you just live in NY/BK...Kelvin Martin/we know whose the real deal/aint no need to lie and you got need need to ask.i drop platinum hits on a dime/difference is like these fouls on 106 and park/you rollin in that corolla with pop top plastic hubs/and you dreamin bout my 22 twinkies on the maranello adn they gleamin while you sleepin/little bit like Mike Jones/dont leave ya girl with me/next thing you know shes gone/cuz dukes throwin her those 6 carat canary pinky ring stones

T.I./ill teach you somethin bout bein the King of the SOuth/popped collar polos/just bring em out..bring em out/i shine naturally/difference is i got no need for gold fronts/diamond studded Jacob on my wrists while you boys still in grannys bassment playin tunks/so tho yo dimaonds in the urrr/long time comin but im finally hurr/sho nuff in the club/pop bottles of Armadale they all just sturr/drug dealin on the corner and we dont currr

#2 hit

Saw Jay-Z and Kelly at the Schott in Columbus/said i gotta blow this joint for the red dot target/Luda #1 spot on the billboard charts/got tired of my girl saying cant do it and never will/left that bitch in the dust and hit the hill/packed all my shit in the passport and hit I-95

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas/hit the Wynn and Ghost Bar light up a Partagas/Armadale for the thirst/no need to lose the burst/once i hit the spotlight/be careful in ya Benz coupe/you know my shitz tight/just dont get lost in my words on hot 97

now you inthe hospital like Kanye/spittin through wires and fires/youre dreams close to retired/your iv is full up/next thing you know they ask you what color you like in your Gerber pull ups

Fight, Night/clean up at the Luxor after the fight/just dont get caught up like Pac and Suge/crusin in the 750 beamer/me miss you/ i just wish those boyhs didnt roll up in that white caddy with the 9 milli heater/your spirit still remains/the only problem is the game is done changed/BIG i hate you had to go and its hard to believe/ive been down since Brooklyns Finest with Hov/in the underground mix tape sleeve/but now its Hov to CEO/when you threw in the chips alot of people thought of it as Rocafellas demise/good thing you gonna sign me up/holla at ya boy Warren Buffett in the New York Times/he got no advice for you but to wathc that stock rise/not sure how much or how little/see me at the Whiskey Bar drinkin Armadale and Tizzle/but my thoughts are it will double or triple/VIP room at scores with the strippers drinkin Buttery Nipples/or just sit back at ya crib and check the CNN bottom line ticker/you dont beleive they signed me/check the back of the Phantom/Kanye Gettin Out Our Dreams sticker
50 new cd what you talkin bout a massacre/sounds like the outcome of your album by the critics and me/whats that on the front a cartoon body suit/no wonder you got lit up by those crews always tryin to shoot/the problem is you got a lotta #1 hits but its all radio music/those arent skills, im gonna just rip it up just a little bit/who the fuck coudlnt do it/month after month you use the same beat and loop it

#12

Got tired of my girl in Columbus/no supportand saying you cant do that never will/
so i sold all my shit that wouldnt fit/packed up the passport and hit I-95/
WV,CT,PA,NY/6 months later 30,000 strong/wondering who the fuck is this kid and why/
old school Outkast is it a Benz or Beamer/

you here it but im not yet in the spotlight/drop shit on a dime i know my shit is tight/just be careful when you cruisin in ya coup and here me on hot 97/next thing you know you just ran that stop light/now you in the bed like Kanye Iv'd up/next thing you know you in a coma and they givin you Gerber pull ups

Its all good Vegas Fight Night/just dont get caught up like Pac and Suge in the 750 Beamer/after leaving the Luxor yeah we still remember/it just would have been much tighter if those boys didnt roll up in that white cadillac with that steady rockin 9 milli heater

#13

you gotta strike when the irons hot/no holds barred no pot/to make that dolla and push the midnight blue impala/me and the boys headin down to Star Island/Mia, Fla/
once i land and hit the tarmack/3 shots of jack to pick up the slack

sittin in the shade drinkin mojitos/na boy they aint played/mix that suga water with the mint/mext thing you know we be swervin/not yet in Cuba or Columbia/where they are the real deal/next big thing will be Havana Hanna/some resemblence to Escobar/narcotics from United States to South America by boats and planes/you see my stamp on the product to know whose getting you high and whats my name

partying this weekend/no joke its time to spend/hittin these Columbus streetz the way Rob drops beats/old school style Biggie, Riz and Dukes causin a fuss/3 rappers just tryin to make it/that old bus turning right on Calhoun from King/headin to the glory days of Norms and beyond/cross the Ashley first and keep truckin on/lookin for something, but who knows what it is/former selves but now they are just shadows

was hangin at Kooma with this dirty bitch named Cassie/always Prada, Minolos and she think she sassy/her painted on eyebrows nobody would pick her up if she was trying to hitch/like Charlize in Monster/only difference is she's left in the dust wondering what happened and she aint got no sponsor

Fryman and Hanna pick up that white toy/it dont make you act coy roy/flyin in on the Grey Goose/drinkin Manhattans and Martinis/the next day wondering what the fuck happeed

#14

Kanye droppin diamonds/thats some inspirational shit/but its my time to shine/sit back and watch this hit/he went to Jacobs with $25000/I sent the Bentley over/I got Jacob at my front door right now/always holdin product/diamond studded 5 time zone from pushin straight narcotic/got me pumpin on the block all day/I just want to drop a beat/live the life and have it my way

Out in the Midwest/need something to keep me on my toes/pins and needles/watching Traffic on the plasma/Del Toro and Don Cheadles/Hit Mia, Armadale on the rocks no twist/pushin the white devil to keep the fiends level/blue steel desert eagle/this D aint for the feeble/just fiends in the masses/I do it all for the people

From SC to CBUS to NYC/to take over town with the passport tints toned down/
people look at me when i roll into 5 star joints with popped collars and white tees/pretty soon the hostess will be sayin you didnt have to dress up for me/just give me 6 months in NYC no 9's and mac millis/only down south six shooters and 38 snubs/like Clint in Dirty Harry/I got a lot a weight to carry/pretty soon no more passport or rental/straight through customs and authorities at Hudson Pier Port/Cop the Beamer 750/now im rollin 7's but this aint no craps game/boy you better know my name/wevery day i roll out of bed roulette be my game

Pour me a drink/no need for time to think/I drop shit on a tandem/see me cruisin Manhattan in the midnight Rolls Royce Phantom/like Beastie Boys im aimin straight for 5 boroughs/I got the whole city locked up/like gon be Young Buck and Mike Jackson/thats the problem with thse crews/talkin bout air force ones and latest shoes/stabbings and awards at BET/you aint got nothin left to prove/we know just where you from and how you move/just pick up a zip of blueberry/fire it up and hold it down smooth/relax, sit backlike Luda and enjoy yo jack/better than pushups in Rykers/watch those boys attack/no more lampin, chains relaxin/you askin bout me be careful who you askin

#15

Crooks on the corner/sellin product like water/im just sittin here trying to make the order/but there aint no drought in Manhattan/drop in ill check the stash to cop a quarter/nothin like when youre 17/thinkin of pushin the 911/passenger side/coke bumps and tie stix

I got too much respect given for a gun/baby next to me/baby blue manolos for the run/never lookin back only to the futue then/see me in the corner V.I.P/sippin distilled gin/something to wash away the pain/if that doesnt work/find somethin to numb it/im just tryin to make a name

im not a white boy tryin to be black/no im not jack/but its hard when the words roll off my tongue like the INC ride/or my cadillac/you might say im needy/when im pushin the midnight blue 911/pushin 130/always ridin dirty/white powder if you must/words to the wise/if it involves a girl never trust always doubt her/you see crooks in the souped coup datsun/no nitrous only oxygen/Bob pushin the Lex through Owings Mills/all fun, no thrills/dont worry bout a thing/just pop them pills/talkin sex with baby in pure platinum/where they know whats happenin

#16

I aint got to front bout sittin on the corner pushin doves/check my resume/I was posted up in the dorms of SC/pushin only white birds/soon as the trust fund kids dip out of class/bling..bling/see the lights and digits light up on the tele/they swing by in the Lex to make a pass

I just pushed the D to get by/i been makin sales by birth/no need for statements to check my net worth/you ask me know but you know who/only boy on the block can sell a eskimo a igloo/just to ice the wrists/vodka rocks, no twist/no more fade to black im comin into light/crowds, 30000 deep/Madison Square Garden...no hype

I got rhymes comin out like they were raised in a nursery/lookin back at time, like a clock..tick....tick...tick/oh thats not the Rolex but the calculator steady tickin/from that mill that im flipped on that brick

#17

Im gettin lawyers letters in the mail/no idea what its about/no chance to reply and I never said it/credit so bad banks wont even let me pic kup a debit/only got one option/put it all on the table/double down and bet it/flip it into something good

But theres no way to know what will happen/hope for the best/packed all my shit in the ride and hit NYC tot take over the rest/got tired of pushin the 9-5/no respect/
im about to take it old school Ghetto Mafia/Straight from the Dec

Get the pot and baking soda/mix it with the white suga wata/drop it in the pot/watch the thermometer rise straight to the top/live like kings/buy thte babies diamond rings/
no more need to worry about $$$/bag it up/when it hits the streets the fiends flock like honey

#18

I read the school books in college/no studying/but i learned alot of knowledge/
but dont get it twisted this aint Belly/and im not sincere/used to push the packs like Ox and Jamaican thugs/good $$$, but now i got no need for the pressure

But ill teach you bout branding/you see me pushin the aviators and Stan Smiths/
you want to go out and buy them to be just like me/ill teach you bout a red dot and target/no need for the text/I CREATED A WHOLE MARKET

Left the streets of Columbus/never to look back/pushin 95 to NY/Cadillac no jack/left my print there for sure/rox with Scooter next door/ but boy what you thinkin/he pumps nonstop Eminem/nothin but catchin steady cases/now im pushin bikini top whips/now you know my name/crowds 20,000 at MSG tryin to catch my game

#19

Back in those college days/no time to wait/went from movin grams on campus to straight movin weight/at first i wasnt noticed/it was my only way in/they love the blow/
tight sorority girls/i wasnt tryin to hear her/look at her now/busted up and daddys money chopped up on the mirror/but that was the foundation/now up and down the East Coast/My product spreads the whole damn nation

Your glocks only got 10 shots/you get caught locked up and jammin/
my glock aint got no governor/15 shot extended clip/now you shakin and im steady rockin at ya head and/you might get caught up and leanin/dont try, you wont catch me sleepin/
Ill be unloaded/and you already be on the ground in retrospect wonderin what the fuck happened/

Already dreamin/look at the barrel of my gun still smokin/you deep sleepin/
but this aint Labryinth..David Bowie style/wake up you not dead but now youy work for me/ill post you up on the corner/pumpin that narcotic and D/now your life is lost like i put you in a maze/purple haze for the fiends to ease that pain and keep em in a haze

#20

First time in NY/train from CT to Grand Central/my shits bout to hit the nation like the power of the 80's coke craze/now you dazed and confused/stumbling through a dark haze

Pass Brooklyn..Bronx..Harlem 125th/some say its dirt and gritty/
I see it more as coming into light than fade to black/see me posted up in BK with Diddy/7 tables deep for fight night

#21

Havent talked to my mom in 2 years now/time has passed no more reason for tears now/
I washed it all down with a bottle of Crown/Dont worry im just gettin started/just dropped the throttle

All through my days she was in and out of rehab/I should have checked her into Betty Ford/Put that shit on my black Amex Tab/but time has passed and i aint gon lie/aint no reason to let it blow my high

7 tables deep for fight night.you already know i got it locked down like the mob in 5 boroughs/im steady spittin/like whats comin out of that 9 milli heater/just catch me rollin down Madison Ave in my ferrari 2 seater/i been listening since Biggie..Pac...Hov...Ready to Die/posting up my joints to get that lyrical high
but i still keep it back in the day/but this aint Ahmad/im thinking more like MC 8 and straight up menace/catch me and Berto at Baker St with Berto sippin 2 pints of guinness