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(Are you not entertained?)<br>(Are..you..not..entertained?)<br>(Is this not why you´re here?)<br>Uh, Uh, Huh<br>Turn the music up<br>Turn me down<br>Guru...Lets go get ´em again<br>This time it´s for the money my nigga<br>Brooklyn stand up<br><br>[Verse One]<br>There´s never been a nigga this good for this long<br>This hood<br>Or this pop is hot<br>Or this strong<br>With so many different flows<br>This ones for this song<br>The next one i´ll switch up<br>This one will get bit up<br>These fucks<br>To lazy to make up shit<br>They crazy<br>They don´t...paint pictures<br>They just trace me<br>You know what<br>Soon they forget who they plucked<br>They whole style from<br>And try to reverse the outcome<br>I´m like...CLUCK<br>I´m not a biter<br>I´m a writter<br>For myself and others<br>I say a B.I.G. verse i´m only biggin up my brother<br>Biggin up my borough<br>I´m big enough to do it<br>I´m that therough<br>Plus I know my own flow is foolish<br>So the rings and things you sing about<br>Bring em out<br>It´s hard to yell when the bar-rel´s in your mouth<br>I´m in...New sneakers<br>Deuce seaters<br>A few Diva´s<br>What more can I tell you<br>Let me spell it for you<br>W-I-Double L-I-E<br>Nobody truer than H-O-V<br>And i´m back for more<br>New Yorks ambassador<br>Prime Minister back to finish my business up<br><br>[Chorus: Singing]<br>What more can I say?<br>What more can I do?<br>I give this all to you<br>I know this much is true<br>My Life<br>(Look at my life)<br>(See what I see)<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>You already know what i´m about<br>Flyin birds down south<br>Movin wet off the step<br>Purple Rain in the drought<br>Stuntin on hoes<br>Brushin off my shirt<br>But ain´t nothin on my clothes<br>´Cept my chain<br>My name<br>Young H-O<br>Pitch the yea faithful<br>Even if they patrol I make payroll<br>Benz paid for<br>Friends they roll<br>Private jets down to Turks and Kayko´s<br>Chrys case loads<br>I don´t give a shit<br>Nigga one life to live I can´t let a day go<br>Bye<br>Without me being fly<br>Fresh to death<br>Head to toe until the day I rest<br>And I don´t wear jerseys i´m thirty plus<br>Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups<br>S dots on my feet<br>Make a cypher comeplete<br>What more can I say Guru play the beat<br><br>We gonna let this ride into the hook<br>I´mma snap my fingers on this one<br>What more can I say to you?<br>Get my grown man on<br>LET´S GO<br>(What more can I say?)<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Now you know ass is willie<br>When they got you in a mag<br>For like half a billi<br>And your ass ain´t Lilly<br>White<br>That mean that shit you write must be illy<br>Either that or your flow is silly<br>It´s both<br>I don´t mean to boast<br>But damn if I don´t brag<br>Them crackers gonna act like I ain´t on they ads<br>The Martha Stewart<br>That´s far from Jewish<br>Far from a Harvard student<br>Just had the balls to do it<br>And no i´m not through with it<br>In fact i´m just previewin it<br>This ain´t the show i´m just EQ´in it<br>One, Two and I won´t stop abusin it<br>To gropie girls stop false accusin it<br>Back to the music<br>The mayback roof is translucent<br>Niggas got a problem Houston<br>What up B<br>They can´t shut up me<br>Shut down I<br>Not even P.E.<br>I´mma ride<br>God forgive me for my brash deivery<br>But I remember vivily<br>What these streets did to me<br>So picture me<br>Lettin these clowns nit pick at me<br>Paint me like a pickiny<br>I will literally<br>Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead<br>Tell her please forgive me<br>Then squeeze until your forhead<br>I´m not the one to score points off<br>In fact<br>I got a joint to knock your points off<br>Young<br>Hova the God nigga blasphemy<br>I´m at the Trump International<br>Ask for me<br>I ain´t never scared<br>I´m everywhere<br>You ain´t never there<br>Nigga why would I ever care<br>Pound for pound i´m the best to ever come around here<br>Excluding nobody<br>Look what I embody<br>The soul of a hustler I really ran the street<br>I CEO´s mine<br>That marketing plan was me<br>And no I ain´t get shot up a whole bunch of times<br>Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines<br>And I ain´t animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes<br>But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines<br>Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times<br>Times that by my influence<br>On pop culutre<br>I supposed to be number one on everybodys list<br>We´ll see what happens when I no longer exist<br>Fuck this<br><br>(What more can I say?)
New song lyrics
(Are you not entertained?)<br>(Are..you..not..entertained?)<br>(Is this not why you´re here?)<br>Uh, Uh, Huh<br>Turn the music up<br>Turn me down<br>Guru...Lets go get ´em again<br>This time it´s for the money my nigga<br>Brooklyn stand up<br><br>[Verse One]<br>There´s never been a nigga this good for this long<br>This hood<br>Or this pop is hot<br>Or this strong<br>With so many different flows<br>This ones for this song<br>The next one i´ll switch up<br>This one will get bit up<br>These fucks<br>To lazy to make up shit<br>They crazy<br>They don´t...paint pictures<br>They just trace me<br>You know what<br>Soon they forget who they plucked<br>They whole style from<br>And try to reverse the outcome<br>I´m like...CLUCK<br>I´m not a biter<br>I´m a writter<br>For myself and others<br>I say a B.I.G. verse i´m only biggin up my brother<br>Biggin up my borough<br>I´m big enough to do it<br>I´m that therough<br>Plus I know my own flow is foolish<br>So the rings and things you sing about<br>Bring em out<br>It´s hard to yell when the bar-rel´s in your mouth<br>I´m in...New sneakers<br>Deuce seaters<br>A few Diva´s<br>What more can I tell you<br>Let me spell it for you<br>W-I-Double L-I-E<br>Nobody truer than H-O-V<br>And i´m back for more<br>New Yorks ambassador<br>Prime Minister back to finish my business up<br><br>[Chorus: Singing]<br>What more can I say?<br>What more can I do?<br>I give this all to you<br>I know this much is true<br>My Life<br>(Look at my life)<br>(See what I see)<br><br>[Verse Two]<br>You already know what i´m about<br>Flyin birds down south<br>Movin wet off the step<br>Purple Rain in the drought<br>Stuntin on hoes<br>Brushin off my shirt<br>But ain´t nothin on my clothes<br>´Cept my chain<br>My name<br>Young H-O<br>Pitch the yea faithful<br>Even if they patrol I make payroll<br>Benz paid for<br>Friends they roll<br>Private jets down to Turks and Kayko´s<br>Chrys case loads<br>I don´t give a shit<br>Nigga one life to live I can´t let a day go<br>Bye<br>Without me being fly<br>Fresh to death<br>Head to toe until the day I rest<br>And I don´t wear jerseys i´m thirty plus<br>Give me a crisp pair of jeans nigga button ups<br>S dots on my feet<br>Make a cypher comeplete<br>What more can I say Guru play the beat<br><br>We gonna let this ride into the hook<br>I´mma snap my fingers on this one<br>What more can I say to you?<br>Get my grown man on<br>LET´S GO<br>(What more can I say?)<br><br>[Verse Three]<br>Now you know ass is willie<br>When they got you in a mag<br>For like half a billi<br>And your ass ain´t Lilly<br>White<br>That mean that shit you write must be illy<br>Either that or your flow is silly<br>It´s both<br>I don´t mean to boast<br>But damn if I don´t brag<br>Them crackers gonna act like I ain´t on they ads<br>The Martha Stewart<br>That´s far from Jewish<br>Far from a Harvard student<br>Just had the balls to do it<br>And no i´m not through with it<br>In fact i´m just previewin it<br>This ain´t the show i´m just EQ´in it<br>One, Two and I won´t stop abusin it<br>To gropie girls stop false accusin it<br>Back to the music<br>The mayback roof is translucent<br>Niggas got a problem Houston<br>What up B<br>They can´t shut up me<br>Shut down I<br>Not even P.E.<br>I´mma ride<br>God forgive me for my brash deivery<br>But I remember vivily<br>What these streets did to me<br>So picture me<br>Lettin these clowns nit pick at me<br>Paint me like a pickiny<br>I will literally<br>Kiss Tee-Tee in the forhead<br>Tell her please forgive me<br>Then squeeze until your forhead<br>I´m not the one to score points off<br>In fact<br>I got a joint to knock your points off<br>Young<br>Hova the God nigga blasphemy<br>I´m at the Trump International<br>Ask for me<br>I ain´t never scared<br>I´m everywhere<br>You ain´t never there<br>Nigga why would I ever care<br>Pound for pound i´m the best to ever come around here<br>Excluding nobody<br>Look what I embody<br>The soul of a hustler I really ran the street<br>I CEO´s mine<br>That marketing plan was me<br>And no I ain´t get shot up a whole bunch of times<br>Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines<br>And I ain´t animated, like say a, Busta Rhymes<br>But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines<br>Add that to the fact I went plat a bunch of times<br>Times that by my influence<br>On pop culutre<br>I supposed to be number one on everybodys list<br>We´ll see what happens when I no longer exist<br>Fuck this<br><br>(What more can I say?)
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