Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru.. let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These niggas, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
They whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like - TOUGH!
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Double-U I, double-L, I-E
Nobody truer than, H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I gave this up to you
I know this much is true, true
What more can I say to you?
You heard it all
You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Crist' caseloads, I don't give a ****
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
By without me bein fly or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!
We gon' let this ride into the hook
- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
- Get my grown man on
LET'S GO!
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
White that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
To Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin nobody, look what I embody
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
**** this!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] Turn the music up, turn me down
[00:02.55]Guru.. let's go get 'em again
[00:05.58]This time it's for the money my nigga
[00:07.38]Brooklyn, stand up
[00:10.20]There's never been a nigga this good for this long
[00:15.36]With so many different flows there's one for this song
[00:17.88]The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
[00:20.37]These niggas, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
[00:23.01]They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
[00:25.41]You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
[00:27.33]They whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
[00:29.40]I'm like - TOUGH!
[00:30.54]I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
[00:33.06]I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
[00:35.73]Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
[00:38.25]I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
[00:40.92]So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
[00:43.56]It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
[00:45.99]I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
[00:48.45]Few divas, what more can I tell you?
[00:51.39]Double-U I, double-L, I-E
[00:54.09]Nobody truer than, H-O-V
[00:56.25]And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
[00:59.37]Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
[01:03.72]What more can I say?
[01:16.83]What more can I do?
[01:18.06]I gave this up to you
[01:20.64]I know this much is true, true
[01:26.16]What more can I say to you?
[01:27.57]You heard it all
[01:31.53]You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
[01:34.56]Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
[01:37.35]Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
[01:39.63]But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
[01:42.69]Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
[01:45.03]Even if they patrol I make payroll
[01:47.64]Benz paid fo', friends they roll
[01:50.19]Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
[01:52.74]Crist' caseloads, I don't give a ****
[01:54.87]Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
[01:57.84]By without me bein fly or fresh to death
[02:00.42]Head to toe 'til the day I rest
[02:02.73]And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
[02:07.71]S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
[02:10.23]What more can I say? Guru play the beat!
[02:15.69]We gon' let this ride into the hook
[02:17.28]- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
[02:18.51]What more can I say to you?
[02:19.65]- Get my grown man on
[02:22.29]LET'S GO!
[02:25.35]Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
[02:28.26]For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
[02:30.90]White that mean that shit you write must be illy
[02:33.54]Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
[02:36.09]I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
[02:38.55]Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
[02:41.31]To Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
[02:43.32]Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
[02:46.23]And no I'm not through with it
[02:47.46]In fact, I'm just previewin it
[02:49.32]This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
[02:56.76]Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
[02:59.73]Niggas got a problem Houston! Heh
[03:01.86]What up B, they can't shut up me
[03:03.75]Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
[03:06.96]God forgive me for my brash delivery
[03:09.21]But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
[03:12.03]So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
[03:14.73]Paint me like a pickany
[03:16.38]I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
[03:19.50]Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
[03:22.11]I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
[03:24.87]I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
[03:29.22]I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
[03:31.86]I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
[03:35.37]And nigga, why would I ever care?
[03:36.90]Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
[03:39.78]Excludin nobody, look what I embody
[03:42.30]The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
[03:44.94]A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
[03:47.52]And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
[03:50.07]Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
[03:52.59]And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
[03:55.02]But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
[03:57.48]Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
[04:02.28]I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
[04:05.01]We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
[04:07.62]**** this!
Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru.. let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up
There's never been a nigga this good for this long
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These niggas, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
They whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like - TOUGH!
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Double-U I, double-L, I-E
Nobody truer than, H-O-V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I gave this up to you
I know this much is true, true
What more can I say to you?
You heard it all
You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
Crist' caseloads, I don't give a ****
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
By without me bein fly or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!
We gon' let this ride into the hook
- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
- Get my grown man on
LET'S GO!
Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
White that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
To Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin it
This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggas got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
Excludin nobody, look what I embody
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
**** this!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] Turn the music up, turn me down
[00:02.55]Guru.. let's go get 'em again
[00:05.58]This time it's for the money my nigga
[00:07.38]Brooklyn, stand up
[00:10.20]There's never been a nigga this good for this long
[00:15.36]With so many different flows there's one for this song
[00:17.88]The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
[00:20.37]These niggas, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
[00:23.01]They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
[00:25.41]You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
[00:27.33]They whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
[00:29.40]I'm like - TOUGH!
[00:30.54]I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
[00:33.06]I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin up my brother
[00:35.73]Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
[00:38.25]I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
[00:40.92]So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
[00:43.56]It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
[00:45.99]I'm in - new sneakers, dual-seaters
[00:48.45]Few divas, what more can I tell you?
[00:51.39]Double-U I, double-L, I-E
[00:54.09]Nobody truer than, H-O-V
[00:56.25]And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
[00:59.37]Prime Minister, back to finish my business up
[01:03.72]What more can I say?
[01:16.83]What more can I do?
[01:18.06]I gave this up to you
[01:20.64]I know this much is true, true
[01:26.16]What more can I say to you?
[01:27.57]You heard it all
[01:31.53]You already know what I'm about, flyin birds down South
[01:34.56]Movin wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
[01:37.35]Stuntin on hoes; brushin off my shirt
[01:39.63]But ain't nuttin on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
[01:42.69]Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
[01:45.03]Even if they patrol I make payroll
[01:47.64]Benz paid fo', friends they roll
[01:50.19]Private jets down to Turks and Caicos
[01:52.74]Crist' caseloads, I don't give a ****
[01:54.87]Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
[01:57.84]By without me bein fly or fresh to death
[02:00.42]Head to toe 'til the day I rest
[02:02.73]And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
[02:07.71]S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
[02:10.23]What more can I say? Guru play the beat!
[02:15.69]We gon' let this ride into the hook
[02:17.28]- I'ma snap my fingers on this one
[02:18.51]What more can I say to you?
[02:19.65]- Get my grown man on
[02:22.29]LET'S GO!
[02:25.35]Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
[02:28.26]For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
[02:30.90]White that mean that shit you write must be illy
[02:33.54]Either that or your flow is silly - it's both
[02:36.09]I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
[02:38.55]Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
[02:41.31]To Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
[02:43.32]Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
[02:46.23]And no I'm not through with it
[02:47.46]In fact, I'm just previewin it
[02:49.32]This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
[02:56.76]Back to the music - the Maybach roof is translucent
[02:59.73]Niggas got a problem Houston! Heh
[03:01.86]What up B, they can't shut up me
[03:03.75]Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
[03:06.96]God forgive me for my brash delivery
[03:09.21]But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
[03:12.03]So picture me lettin these clowns nitpick at me
[03:14.73]Paint me like a pickany
[03:16.38]I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
[03:19.50]Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
[03:22.11]I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
[03:24.87]I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
[03:29.22]I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
[03:31.86]I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
[03:35.37]And nigga, why would I ever care?
[03:36.90]Pound for pound I'm the best to ever come around here
[03:39.78]Excludin nobody, look what I embody
[03:42.30]The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
[03:44.94]A CEO's mind, that marketin plan was me
[03:47.52]And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
[03:50.07]Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
[03:52.59]And I ain't animated like say I +Busta Rhymes+
[03:55.02]But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
[03:57.48]Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
[04:02.28]I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
[04:05.01]We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
[04:07.62]**** this!
. . .
When the darkness put away
And the stars don't doubt me
When the fire's burning blue through you
We're alive inside a flame
And the night's a br...
Ayo, don't even worry 'bout it, my legendary stylin'
Between Harry Belafonte and Harry Allen
I'm from a city where it's violent and it's overcrowded
I...
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your emotions had an echo
And when ...
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo
And when ...
I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind
There was something so pleasant about that phase.
Even your emotions had an echo
And when ...
Yeah, while y'all was sufferin' for future shot
I'm super hot and beyond your range
It's kinda strange how the change in climate
Ain't because of clim...
So you showed me 'round your town
To hell again and back
Our love has served to alienate all the friends that you depend on
I know it might seem odd
B...
Away from you
Yo, I'm sick, no lymph nodes is swollen
They told me even when the records skip, keep 'em rolling
On the shoulder like a California high...