feat. Jay-Z
[Produced by Cardo]
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
I said you already know n***a, you ain’t gotta flow
Before rap, young really got dough
Before rap, young really seen snow
In the kitchen ‘bout to make some magic
Then blow it all in magic, Pull up to my partner in traffic
Gave it to him, it was all in plastic
All I know, I ain’t tryna go to jail
Heard that sh** closest thing to hell
When it's stepped on make it hard to sell
When you been where I been, make it hard to fail
Cause I’m the realest n***a in this
Y’all know it first n***a hitting magic in that 6-45
Valet say "Jizzle n***a, stay in new sh**"
But everybody bach back ‘cause that n***a can’t drive
Doors open up I emerge with ten chains
Even back then they was calling me ten chains
Ask me what I spent, I tell ‘em it’s no thing
Even if I had to add it up, it’da cost like ten things
We used to take a little show money just to throw money
If it’s on the floor n***a, its the floor money
If you brought it out to blow, when you got it from the blow
Then that’s why the f** they call that sh** blow money
Still the realest n***a in this, y’all know it
Kept it one hundred ‘til the day I came through
My n***a hit me up saying “going out of townâ€
So I threw him fifty thou, told him “bring me back twoâ€
Not only had my fingers crossed, I prayed
Called this little piece up, got laid
Then he walked in, threw them both on the table said
“f** that sh**, young n***a get paidâ€
Then I whipped the Benzo on Lorenzo
Stay down, n***a you don’t talk, like ten toes
Hoes see me in this big pretty mothaf**a
Bet I leave the parking lot with about ten hoes
[Hook: Jeezy & (Jay Z)]
I done seen it all, yay stack seven feet tall, swear it look white like a wall
What you know about thumbing through the hundreds, twenties and the fifties
Spending tens and the fives at the mall? I done seen it all
(20/20 Pyrex vision, catch a contact standing next to my kitchen)
(Hear the 20s, 50s, hundreds, the money machine clickin')
(And my Rollie ain't tickin', I ball) I done seen it all
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Uncle died on the spot, pop k**ed the family with h**n shots
Gave my life to the block, figured I get shot 'least I die on top
I came alive in the drop, big body all white, sh** looked like a yacht
I got ‘em five grand a pop, had a plug in Saint Thomas on a trillion watts
Flew him back to the States, park 92 bricks in front of 560 State
Now the Nets a stone throw from where I used to throw bricks
So it's only right I'm still tossing ‘round Knicks
Probably brought your auntie a couple bags
I probably front your uncle a couple halves
I was in the S-Cla** you was just in cla**
You know I was finna blow like a meth lab
Expanded the operation out in Maryland
Me and Emory Jones in the caravan
Took the show on the road out in VA
Dropped a couple off with Rolla in the PA (Real Rolla!)
Plug got shot started slowing up
Took a trip down to see how he was holding up
The wars on now he got shot again
This time he was gone for good then we got it in
Emory got knocked we was down 10
The whole team hot, walls closing in
n***as can’t tell me sh** about this dope game
'Bout this c**aine, man I done seen it all
[Hook]