[Rick Ross] Trae I see you! Rose' (In-Inkredible..) You know what it is (Maybach Music) My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget Niggaz like the ride, sip lean out the bucket I lean to the side, white whip, Michael Douglas Hard times, call for drastic measures I call my dog, he bought a mac 11 Forty rounds hollerin WHERE THE YELLOW AT Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap Microphone Michael Corleone, I know I'm wrong The man up above love for me to sing them poems So sing along, you know the song I sing Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team It's ROSE'~! I need hundred bottles Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow H-Town, nigga three-oh-five I can move them packs, each and every night
[Trae Tha Truth] Uhh, gyeah... Triple black pan the mirror Phantom of the streets Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats All these stones around my neck and wrist part of the streets Used to temper somethin in danger, now it's part of my seats I'm in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't a option Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings Competition is murder, haters I'm killin Fuck a money machine, I don't count it I blow it Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it I'm a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless I'm the city of Houston, you can tell them it's Texas The king of the streets, somewhere deep with guerillas Behind somethin that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas These other niggaz yellin Truth, they only imitation And when I see them it's fuck 'em minus the penetration
[Jadakiss] Uh-huh... ah-hah~! Yeah, uhh I'm gettin situated, I know you bitches hate it I'm in a new Aston, the one Swiss created I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded Before you become a member you get initiated (uh-huh) A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon The hood still love me cause I never left them (uh-uh) I distribute it (yeah) I get rid of it (yup) It's all comin back (uhh) every bit of it I'm territorial, it's your memorial (yeap) And don't feel bad, I'm talkin to all of you This is real shit, and that's nonsense (uh-huh) I got AK's (what?) I got Thompsons I got investors (yeah) I get sponsors (uh) They scared of the crew (scared) I'm with monsters (what?) And ain't nothin forsure but we touchin the raw (uh) And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door
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Copy to Clipboard: [Rick Ross] Trae I see you! Rose' (In-Inkredible..) You know what it is (Maybach Music) My attitude is fuck it, house big as Publix Shoppin is a pleasure, pinky ring a nugget Niggaz like the ride, sip lean out the bucket I lean to the side, white whip, Michael Douglas Hard times, call for drastic measures I call my dog, he bought a mac 11 Forty rounds hollerin WHERE THE YELLOW AT Nigga dead serious, chopper with a shoulder strap Microphone Michael Corleone, I know I'm wrong The man up above love for me to sing them poems So sing along, you know the song I sing Bring them things along, I gotta feed the team It's ROSE'~! I need hundred bottles Yellow bitches, all of 'em swallow H-Town, nigga three-oh-five I can move them packs, each and every night
[Trae Tha Truth] Uhh, gyeah... Triple black pan the mirror Phantom of the streets Quarterbackin bricks on top of these glass cleats All these stones around my neck and wrist part of the streets Used to temper somethin in danger, now it's part of my seats I'm in the hood under surveillance buncha haters watchin Couple choppers out for dinner, failin ain't a option Reclinable seats, invisible ceilings Competition is murder, haters I'm killin Fuck a money machine, I don't count it I blow it Bitch my money conceited, it look good when I throw it I'm a asshole, therefore my temper is reckless I'm the city of Houston, you can tell them it's Texas The king of the streets, somewhere deep with guerillas Behind somethin that's tinted, bitch you see the gorillas These other niggaz yellin Truth, they only imitation And when I see them it's fuck 'em minus the penetration
[Jadakiss] Uh-huh... ah-hah~! Yeah, uhh I'm gettin situated, I know you bitches hate it I'm in a new Aston, the one Swiss created I can't give you a dime, but I can get you faded Before you become a member you get initiated (uh-huh) A lot of racks, big ice, heavy weapon The hood still love me cause I never left them (uh-uh) I distribute it (yeah) I get rid of it (yup) It's all comin back (uhh) every bit of it I'm territorial, it's your memorial (yeap) And don't feel bad, I'm talkin to all of you This is real shit, and that's nonsense (uh-huh) I got AK's (what?) I got Thompsons I got investors (yeah) I get sponsors (uh) They scared of the crew (scared) I'm with monsters (what?) And ain't nothin forsure but we touchin the raw (uh) And they gotta let us in or we rushin the door
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