T-Mac - We Made It lyrics

Verse 1: (Down) See we done made it No need to hate it, congratulate it Blowin' up with 263 cause' T-Mac he can't be faded Praise it, then elevated, don't underestimated Like your thirst obey it, in the game but never playa-hate it I had strugglin' times the mils stayed on my mind On the low stay on the grind Cause' I gots to get mine We concentrated on having this industry dominated We goin' to Nashville in that custom made Navigator It's gettin' hectic let's sell these tapes, C.d.'s and records We gotta' be first, can't imagine comin' in second You aggravated, cause' the dope still over-weighted You contemplated on your own life so take it f** with milk, got cheese It's 98 get cha' lazy a** up cause' these n***as holdin' g's We motivated hating hearing tolerated Who's the richest No Limit or 263? Don't even debated, we demonstrated Lets roll another one and blaze it Keep us figures calculated and leave dem bustas in amazement We made it Ah-ha know what I'm sayin' (Chorus) (Suave) (Damn it feels good to be rich and in this industry All my life I been hustlin', all my life I been strugglin' Damn it feels good to be rich and in this industry All my life I been slangin', All my life I been bangin') Verse 2: (Mega-Bucks) Man dem' haters can't stand to see me livin' this life Marble floor, major hoes, a n***a covered in ice Jumpin' out that Navigator with that Alpine bangin' n***a came a long way from all that hangin' and slangin' Now we million dollar playas regulatin' that cheese A hundred-thousand for that hummer, man I cop it with ease Ain't no thang ha, thats when a n***a sittin' on banks Swiss accounts stashed away, in case dem' feds wanna strike Man livin' this life done seen many n***as do Dem' made n***as, paid n***as that I'm callin' my crew T-Mac saw a n***a sittin' out on his luck Hit me with a couple' ki's, now I'm sittin' on bucks Then we took this dope-game to a whole notha' level Rap-hustle with the muscle keep dem' diamonds embezzled You haters keep hatin', I'mma put on my shine Brothers always makin' dollars thats the bottom line Chorus Verse 3: (T-Mac) n***a, picture me slangin' down-south Charlyo, n***a thug-bangin' But like windin' that Rolex Thats why I got dem' broads in the ghetto Relieve some of this ghetto stress And n***a I done made it to the top And never stop carryin' my Glock, thats why i keep my sh** co*k And now I got ends I always had the Rolex, houses by the lake and the Benz And all these n***as hatin' on me Callin' my name tryin' to link me to conspiracy But money can't change me I always had money in the beginnin' so it ain't strange to me So n***as keep your head up And watch out for dem' n***as tryin' to put y'all in that black truck (Yeah, y'all n***as betta watch out for dem' n***as tryin' to put chall' in that black truck, this sh** is for real) Chorus