C-Tera - Enter the Bottom lyrics

[Shyheim] You want a chick likes mines? A whip likes mines? A four fifth with a kit that lick like mines? That look like mines, you want a piece of the pie? You want go to Cinderella's and throw ones in the sky? But you can't be I, big S-H-Y Got crazy n***as on payroll, like S.S.I You think you really want drama, for the rest of your life It ain't easy being greasy, my neezy, believe me I got felonies, n***a, got Big L in me, n***a Slow's ya cell in me, n***a, people taking my picture The young God fisher, Bottom Up Militia Getting richer and richer, and I'm a Staten Island, n***a You should B.U., n***a, cuz you can't be me Bottom Up, C.E.O., L.E.O., V.V Bottom Up Emba**y, the sugar honey iced tea Ay, bishop, so you wanna be a gangsta Don't bishop, when we raise them k's up When I come, I raise four, why was I caged up? See, I ate, everybody want heaven, but they not want dead Everybody wanna hustle, but them not want feds I'm America's ghetto idol, f** what Simon says [Lucky Me] f** what Simon says... It's amazed, I'm never afraid, my struggle's, my energy Just me, the war is on, got me feeling timid My goal's the gold, I'mma get it, I'mma spend it Yeah, I'm a fighter, I talk it, cuz I always live it Yeah, I was bragging like the kid, what's back now Life is strange, cuz I be tripping, to get packs out And they won't squeeze, so you won't catch me now I got a heart of God, plus I'm smart so the devil won't get me Yeah, but I'mma get mines by any means Just me, I don't need a team, no crack, I don't need the fiends It's like since I left ball, they took my dream I be smoking, getting high, is not for me Like round ball, now watch me get it up I break rules, but girls, they give it up I speak the truth, one year past, now I'm back where I started from No money's saved, one kid made me another one Or a life lesson, or could it be I'm just dumb Lucky Me, make dollars, true believers I overcome everything, I'm close to a genius I fell so many times, I can't count no more So what's the reason why ya'll counting for? From the Bottom, the Bottom, the top of the top, I'm still close to the floor I'm rich, I wasn't born to be poor, I wanna do shows Radio City, Canargie Hall Hot 97, freestyling, getting it on A-Town stomping, I'm doing songs with Lil' Jon To get me a wifey, maybe Christiana Milian Who you know, get it popping like me Lucky Me, man, I'm hot in these streets [C-Tera] You think you nice, n***a? I'm twice these n***as To tell the truth, man, I don't even like these n***as This was 199 some, I would fight these n***as This a new millennium, I have to light these n***as I was down on my luck, it was f** me, n***a Now that I'm on, and you not, f** you n***as That's right I cuss you n***as, I don't trust you n***as I got 27 styles, just for you n***as And I'm a real life cat, before I was rapping That mean when sh** jumped off, I'm coming out clapping And I'mma write a verse about it, just like it happens So they can play it on 106 and Park, and get it cracking, n***a Heat backing out the side of the whip Blood leaking from the side of your life, stop snitching, n***a