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Heavy Hitters

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Heavy Hitters

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Heavy Hitter for lifeHeavy Hitters for lifeMm mm mmmmmYou rappers think I give a fuck about the way that they spitWant to be on my album but don't want me on they shitEverybody thought I was makin a compelationI was really makin myself they competationFresh off the plane from the all star gameBone girls on T.V. so it's all star trainsJust picture man. No stichin man.Somethin for them fiends fresh out the kitchen man.Last 9/11 I was poor on the ave. till I pluraled my mathNow it's Porsche 9-11 and I'm floorin' the gasGot a lot of problems money's one that I not have no more.Well Dame look at how everybody den changedTell Jay that i'm bout to change the gameTell Biggs that we about to get paidAll my niggas is bout to have it madeThis makes everything else sound playedGoddamn 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 interludeNow does that make me as rude as Jude?When the album comin out? Man the people is askinYamamoto Adidas ya sick with the fashionYa already got dough so ya spit for the passionThe way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest flash-backsAnd let's not even bring up the tracks man..Nope, nope let's not do that manya eatin up the game like Pac ManAnd got the whole world shakin' just like crack fiends.Heavy Hitters for lifeRoc A Fella is for lifeThrow ya diamonds up throw ya diamonds up throw ya diiiiamondsJust let the beat ride out for a minuteTake it there, take it there manGLC where you at homie?How many niggas you know done put they life on the lineAnd get signed did a few high crimes, almost had lights outAfter the sun shine been thinkin' it might countHow could i might doubt, just look at my countI used to work at the mall with nothin' at allSeein' niggas that ball that shit was depressin'Keep my clothes in the cleaners I ain't with the pressin'When I cop them pounds it was my best investmentsDre got shot and it taught me a lessonI'm stickin niggas up in them robbery maskesMask like BatmanMinus the tight pantsWould hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashyFour different blues, man, your outfit is clashin'You ain't got no muscles, you weak lame bastardMan, look at your hair cutMmm hmm, mmm hmmNaw, your hair sucks!How many niggas you know is really heavy hitters87 Go-GettersTwo hoes like John RitterEven did it on his prime picture and yeahAnd I'm finsta sell,and yell..Heavy Hitters, for lifeRoc A Fella, is for LifeThrow ya diamonds up, Throw ya diamonsd up, Throw ya diiiamonds
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