Joell Ortiz - Huey (Remix) lyrics

[Produced by TEC BEATZ, M16 and Anthony Kilhoffer] [Intro: CyHi The Prynce] Yeah, it's yah boy CyHi The Prynce Hystori 2.0 We got Slaughterhouse, Shady Records in the buildin' [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] I come from where the hammers rung, news cameras never come Just ambulances, scoopin' up damages but the damage is never done n***as get left with pellets in their bellies And stiffen trunks like elephants sniff To debt is intent, let it be beef, I'd rather be peace But if it's not, I'll be on top of many things but never the fence Playoff fence, never defense, every cent That I've made since I've been ballin' like I played in the playoffs And the playoffs since The seat under my fanned up physique never the bench Karma catches everybody like the chicken pox I have n***as wishin' they could switch and get the shots My kind of fly ain't landable The dollars I got, they nothin' to me I look at 'em like they my intangibles Whenever they're gone I never miss 'em I miss Maya Angelou Triggers is poppin', n***as is droppin' It's bigger than Biggie and Pac As big as the Kennedy k**ings and we here to thicken the plot [Hook: CyHi The Prynce] Black leather beret cap era Guns at your capitol taking that measure It's Huey n***a it's Huey n***a Never been a victim of rebel against the system Lames wanna diss em and women just wanna kiss em It's Huey n***a it's Huey n***a [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Hands down, every time that my hand's down On this paper, it's man down, for this paper, I ran 'round Like a Major League ballplayer, pants down Yeah I show my a** for this plate, crack, crabs and steak From that Hatchback with Jake on my a** Throwin' crack bags and weight through the gla** To this black Jag on 8's From now on when I tweet, I'ma hashtag #TheGreat Cause it was nothin' short of that, how my black a** escaped From the hood, boy you hear that (oooh) Somebody momma cryin' They done pumped a boy full of iron, he's dyin', I'm lyin' Like I ain't seen nothin', I hug him inside that box When he lyin', tryin' to keep on survivin' Shells flyin', I'm firin' Partner I'm from down a block from Marcy In the slums, get rich designin' coffins for the young When "Cough Up A Lung" dropped I was regroupin' from 3 shootins In my P's movin' P's, Huey P. Newton [Hook: CyHi The Prynce] [Verse 3: CyHi The Prynce] This when your arch-rivals send them shots by you I'm Stokely Carmichael with a large rifle And it's shower posse like your broad's bridal When they reminisce over you, I will fall 'side you Snuff in the glove, next to the car title Insurance card and a small Bible My momma said, "As long as you got God by you" No weapon formed against me shall prosper The man who wrote that, momma, never held a yapper Never been to Burger King, never smelled a Whopper Never drove a box Chevy, CL or a Mazda I'm just bein' frank and I did it like Sinatra Went from pitchin' broccoli, sawed off tip with the shottie Get rid of the body, from where carryin' a pistol's a hobby Traphouse full of trees like I was Mr. Miyagi I'm Al Sharpton in the club, this a political party Mothaf**a [Hook: CyHi The Prynce]