we gon' make it Doesn't matter if they don't believe You know we will suceeed Got through the bad times to live the good times We gon' make it [Verse
spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it Dawg, I ain't hardly made this
's nest the rest we passed Back doored the Palladium just for class About 4 am we crashed the deuce We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it
.A. : my home We was out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took the bandanas and we tied 'em up Roll up in
T, I rap sing, they call it controversy I call it truth with no mercy The beats are phat Ammo Dump tracks The kind that make speakers crack Not made
I moved on an old car It was a bucket, but fuck it, it had to do Started it up and scooped my whole crew Two blocks later we saw fuckin' blue lights
Flip the street cash and try to pick some stocks Kick back in your pad and watch it roll like crops But it really ain't that easy, Or we all would be
was fly I hooked up with a new crew Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do You might call it a gang but we called it a set And it was our own thang
It's goin down From the Ammo Dump I got my nigga SLJ and DJ Aladdin Droppin the fat tracks Hit em with it Syndicate's in the muthafuckin house All duck
a little more troublesome Double the guns, guns Double the funds, funds Double the bitches, bitches Double the fun, fun We can take it to the North, then bring it
it on the juice, gotcha feeling loose Blame it on the 'tron, catch me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on
t really velvet... they were, you know, kind of like velvet. It's a, what d'ya call it? Uh, a `metaphor'. It's a metaphor, get it? ``Look out! Look
it. We keepin' it epic and never neglect it we get it in on a record. I'm talkin' about keepin' it classic, they talkin' about keepin' it plastic. They
abstracts, I'll keep it all inside Well, I'll just wrap me up in butter and melt me on a shelf I'll fry in my own juices an' I'll become somebody else
to personal train. Dog, personally mane, I'm a person that came to bring purpose to a seem unless they Purpose is game. It never feel like it's earned
, From ----------------------------------------- Iced out shawty man Juice a walkin brick OJ) When we ball of in the club poppin bottles of Patrone, Don Hulion man we got it goin on, Yeeeeeeaaaaah, we got it
ya body Wassup, everybody Start it up, start it up Start it up, start it up Start it up Let's get it started, get it started, get it started, yeah,
