Bars N Hooks - Y.B.E. (Remix) lyrics

[Bars-n-Hooks] Startin' wit' us, through this take over we lockin' down the sound Hip Hop's makeover, we breakin' the rules and changin' the game We ain't yo QB regulars, we breakin' to change We the most Infamous Black Entrepeneurs We leaders, record sellin' overacheivers, controllin' the speakers Movin' the crowds, bringin' our own sound and lockin' it down So if you on your own wit' us, flow wit' us , give it all you got And you goin' blow wit' us, see you at the top, we on our way Cause Bars-n-Hooks is here to stay, we here forever We entrepeneuin', straight out of the back of the trunk Dawg theres no losin' , we independent Dunn you talk it, we do it You frontin', we Young Black Entrepenue it.. [Chorus*Prodigy and Female*] ...Get rich, get money, get paper(FUBU) Get paid, get straight, get laced(Karl Kani) Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums(Roca-Fella) Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hood Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Ruff Ryders) Get wit' it, get big, get bucks(Flava Unite) Be a lil' git or be a d**(Kashmir) Get a job n***a do something Dr. y'all be a Young Black Entrepenuer, we them Young Black Entrepenuers Blackheads, we them Young Black Entrepenuers We them Young Black Entrepenuers [Havoc] Yo, yo...Young Black Entrepenuer, pop the fo' Only when needed thats what them soldeirs for Got my mind on this money, got enough or more A have me vaskin' in this son, why you scramblin' dawg n***as makin' real mistakes, some talk about that real estate Pumpim' that real sh**, thats what I call weight, what cha' call on I call it Half-Weight, Half-Ass, How to starve wit only Half-a-Cake f** outta here, wit' a mouth to feed, a have me goin' hard Like Smokey goin' for' trees, and you can blow these Blockin' my n***a please, I wake up in the morning wit' that #1 thing Get Money, like p**y can't live wit' out it, and if you don't got it Probably gonna be wit' out it, Fo' Sho, Young, Black, Entrepenuer Pop the fo', only when needed thats wat its for [Bars-n-Hooks] Yo...hey yo, Its all about the paper, the big mansion we lampin' The office buildings for all his buisness We got cha' like "Damn" look at all this Infamous, Films and Promotion, Record and clothin', we on our own in puttin up our own chips Thats the whole meanin' of In-De-Pen-Dence, scared money, don't make money And the clothes malt, dont' give venom Real n***as take money, cause we the real Entrepenuers in this game We, young, black and doin' our thang, I'm only 19, playin wit chips That y'all want, talk about me any way, I'ont care cause I'm up I'ma QB see-er, YBE-er, everybody wanna join us, why?they can't beat us The ice on us, they blind, they can't see us We push benzes and own our buisness... [Chorus*Prodigy and Female*] ...Get rich, get money, get paper(Cash Money) Get paid, get straight, get laced(No Limit) Get yo ones, Get yo Dunns out the slums Get yo ones, get yo moms out the hood(BET) Get dollas, get cash, get bucks(Faith Magazine) Get wit' it, get big, get bucks(Don Diva) Be a lil' git or be a d**(Granson) Get a job n***a do something(*echoes something, something*)