C. Martin - Intro - Hand It Down lyrics

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C. Martin - Intro - Hand It Down lyrics

[Intro] Sorry boys But all the money in the world couldn't bring me back again Lay down, lay down Gonna stretch my mic out in Ponce Funeral Home on Marcy Always knew I'd make a stop there But a lot later than a whole gang of people thought The last of the real hustlers, well, maybe not the last Bleek's gonna be a good rapper New, improved Jay-Z -- I quit I'm retiring, ain't enough money in this game to keep me around Sorry Big, I tried, honest Can't go with me on this ride though, I'm callin' the shots The bar's closing, where we going to for breakfast? Roc-a-Fella y'all -- OKAY, I'm RELOADED! [Bridge] "Bringin the drama" "Tryin' to come up in the game" "Marcy" "Add a couple of dollar signs to my name" "Roc-a-Fella y'all" "One of the best!" "Waitin for my day to come" "Just give me the word" [Verse 1: Memphis Bleek] Nah this ain't Jigga it's your lil n***a Bleek Reportin to these motherf**ers live from the street Game I peeped those, my mind so advanced At nine I used to geese hoes for Easter clothes Peep the steez, I represent for all those With 28 grams, on a come-up tryin to creep the keys Large n***as told me park the car, keep the keys Find a hoodrat and creep to Mickey D's First gun two bullets, n***as know I do pull it n***as tryin to k** me dog, who wouldn't? Screw Gooden, I pitch in the PJ's Lit off the EJ, I split Dutchies with my ring finger You find a b**h that don't be cream, bring her Last seen with Bing, he got dropped between us sh** is constant, that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson for the nonsense who wants it? I go to sleep with a picture of a Porsche on my wall Man I'm tryin to come up on y'all, get one up on y'all That's why I hustle in these streets from sundown to sunup on y'all Mama said keep bullsh**tin they'll k** you dead One week of this hustlin brought a living room set Went to Tom D's, n***as mad, veins out Copped the Jordan's, two weeks before they came out Flashy, fly little n***a Nosy b**h from the third floor like "Why little n***a?" b**h please, twist the trees Took a long pull, like b**h to breathe That's my answer, life's like cancer And I'm serious "Waitin for my day to come" "Just give me the word"

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