• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Major League - Defari
• Major League - Rasco
• What You Make Of It - Major League
• Together And Tonight - Major League
• The Truth Is - Major League
• Take Me - Major League
• I Don't Like You Whatsoever - Major League
• Hometown Heroes - Major League
• Some Kids Just Can't Hang - Major League
• Six Ways To Lie - Major League
• Seasons - Major League
• Save An Ocean Drink A Seagull - Major League
• Head Up Kid! - Major League
• From States Away - Major League
• C. You Next Tuesday - Major League
• Subject To Change - Major League
• Need I Remind You - Major League
• Major League - Southside Playaz

Don't front
So many claim the fame, but never see the day
When lyrically they could even run, in the triple-a's
This here's the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteed
The ken griffey turbo 850 professional mc
One more time that cat defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign, independent on some enterprise
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
I strive to be a golden state all-time great, like j-ro
I gets burned when the technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the street
You know that shit that make you bounce
'nuf respect to rasco and evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
I'm not like hideo, don't got it nomo
I'm more like randy johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what? )
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat

I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'fari herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
That cat's out, time waits for no man
Bust it
Don't front
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what? )
But when you step up to the plate

It be the large caliber rhyme
Ask yourself why try
Microphone slash rasco defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
Straight out the box, mcs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay bent
The illest on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
Down the pipe
The major lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to captain
Stand up, better yet, put them hands up
And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
It's dilated, ras, 'fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that y'all, like that, check it
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what? )
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
Don't front

Don't front
So many claim the fame, but never see the day
When lyrically they could even run, in the Triple-A's
This here's the major leagues, where big hits are guaranteed
The Ken Griffey turbo 850 professional MC
One more time that cat Defari
With a sting operation so blatant we call it franchise
Man sign, independent on some enterprise
It's time to shoot straight, innovate, and make the world realize
That mics get ripped, and spots get blown
I strive to be a Golden State all-time great, like J-Ro
I gets burned when the Technics turn on mix shows and mix tapes
That you hear when a car turns left on the street
You know that shit that make you bounce
'Nuf respect to Rasco and Evidence
Yo hold it down on the mound
I'm not like Hideo, don't got it Nomo
I'm more like Randy Johnson, guaranteed heat for sure
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat
I throw spitballs and sliders, and hit batters with attitude
The signal's in, and my catcher's 'Fari Herut
I got to risin on the mound, talkin at pen-point
Retire the side, put on a jacket, ice my joints
And body parts, world-wide, Evidence is known
Have you fallin out the batter's box when curves are thrown
Precise angles, I disect the strategy, no cost
And just 'cause I choose to wander don't mean I'm lost
I got the button-up jersrey, Dilated written in cursive
I spill my heart to wax and put the in the open
Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of
Plus my eyes are open in takin' folks
One cat got on base but he didn't learn his lesson
I faked to first and picked him off at second
Patience is a virtue, yo he couldn't understand
That cat's out, time waits for no man
Bust it
Don't front
This where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate
It be the large caliber rhyme
Ask yourself why try
Microphone slash Rasco Defari
Evidence, rhymes that set the precedence
Straight out the box, MCs to bobby sox
Major league, set to intrigue you small fee
Nothin' to the game, we doused them small flames
Take names
Head for the fence, we track prints
Track down the scent, then fold your whole tent
Stay bent
The illest on rhymes at all times
Call your bullpen, Rasco just pulled into the lot
Be strikin em out with one shot
While your pitch be hittin the plate at one spot
Down the pipe
The major lieutenant that earn stripes
Bet strap in, cadet to captain
Stand up, better yet, put them hands up
And watch the triple threat come fuck them plans up
Smack niggas, with lyrical gems that sayin hymns
Niggas still rappin 'bout clothes and car rims
Man debted
But dishin that corn, you get spreaded
We runnin on supreme, you runnin on unleaded
Couldn't match, you out the line-up, you been scratched
Sittin on the bench, not feelin you one pinch, in the trench
We loadin the guns to stack funds
Went from stackin ones to stackin them one-huns
Scored runs
The hotter the bat, the more fat
It's Dilated, Ras, 'Fari, we bust back
Like that, like that, like that, like that
Like that y'all, like that, check it
Yo this that where the big hits are guaranteed
This ain't no minor league affair this here the major leagues
You in the batter's box ready for combat (what?)
But when you step up to the plate better bring it fat

My dad says "Get wise before you're old son"
This is something no one ever learns from
Here I am to set this record straight
And truth be told about the Garden State
It's not the kids or the bands or the shows or my friends
It's the feeling of living life on the road
Reminding me of how much I hate this place
Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it"
So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I've got my things all packed
Leaving this song behind for non believers
So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I'm sick of partying with the same shady dudes
"Hey bro, check out my knuckle tats!"
A constant reminder of what I hate in this state
Arguing over who called next game
Way to make your parents proud
And Johnny's screaming the same old shit
We heard it all in his last band
Something about how his 'Friends are on Fire'
Well if they're all from this town I say we let 'em burn out
Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it"
So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I've got my things all packed
Leaving this song behind for non believers
So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
So Listen up! and listen here close
It's nothing new to all the breaking out locals
I'm giving credit where the credit is due
And where it's not just assume this songs for you
Soon you'll be saying "there goes the under rated kids who made it"
So thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
I've got my things all packed
Leaving this song behind for non believers
So Thanks for nothing thanks for nothing
Thanks for nothing

I'm okay, I'm doing just fine,
everyone back home has finally moved on.
I know it's been awhile but
these highways lines just got me thinking,
I thought I'd let you know.
No matter where we go, or what we do;
You'll affect me more than you could ever know.
[Chorus]
Together and tonight, I wish that we could turn back time.
Together and tonight, I wish that we could turn back time.
You brought us together once again,
there’s an empty space to fill this time.
It’ll have to take some getting used too.
Everyone I know is not the same without you.
And even though that you’re gone, you’ll always be my inspiration.
[Chorus]
Together and tonight, I wish that we could turn back time.

I've given up everything for this
No job no car no sign of my friends
And I could care less if they think I can make it
So many people live their lives afraid of being outdone
But records are meant to be broken
Why keep score if no ones supposed to win
I don't believe in what goes up must come down
They're words of wisdom from a coward staring up from the ground
I'm not a doctor, a pilot, a lawyer, marine
But I'm the best damn me they've ever seen
I'm gonna plan my life accordingly
Say what you will
I've got my head up in the clouds
My past lies out on the curb
In a box labeled "useless shit"
Thrown away all I've ever known
Just to find my place and a perfect world
Whose to say lifes lived a certain way
When the hand you're delts not worth betting
Everything still seems to fall in place
I don't believe in what goes up must come down
They're words of wisdom from a coward staring up from the ground
I'm not a doctor, a pilot, a lawyer, marine
But I'm the best damn me they've ever seen
I'm gonna plan my life accordingly
Say what you will
I've got my head up in the cloud
The truth is...
You won't care if I don't make it
But in my opinion, failures not an option
I don't believe in what goes up must come down
They're words of wisdom from a coward staring up from the ground
I'm not a doctor, a pilot, a lawyer, marine
But I'm the best damn me they've ever seen
I'm gonna plan my life accordingly
Say what you will

These stars have aligned for one more moment on this 4th of July
Lime lights guide us to where we are destined tonight
As we walk this path something just feels all right
Not knowing where we're going just following skylines
Under these fireworks and city lights
All before you realized that you caught my eye
I'd imagine that you were mine tonight
Thinking back sparks a bigger flame every time
Coming across the field I catch a glimpse of you
Finally working up my courage if you only knew
I can't believe you said yes all my dreams are coming true
It almost seems like forever since I've been with you
Under these fireworks and city lights
All before you realized that you caught my eye
I'd imagine that you were mine tonight
Thinking back sparks a bigger flame every time
Take Me, Take, Take Me
Lend me your heart
Take Me, Take, Take Me
I won't let you down
You can trust me oh just believe
You're all I've ever wanted since the beginning
Under these fireworks and city lights
All before you realized that you caught my eye
I'd imagine that you were mine tonight

So here we go again, swimming with the sharks again
It's getting harder to keep my head afloat
Flares to the Coast Guard I'm sending out my S.O.S
Hold Fast! We're sinking deeper this time around
These lines are tangled and I can't get out
It started you and me but now they're calling for mutiny
The boats abreast and now you're ready to jump ship
After One Two Three for a new life adrift
I'll walk the plank with my blindfold tied
I'll never make it out of this storm alive
One Two Three Four! Hold my breath and take the dive
Abandon ship Abandon what we've left behind
I hate you all, I'll see you on the other side
[x2]
We watched this ship sink deeper and deeper
Now that the storms passed the skies are getting clearer
Crawled ashore, I look up towards the sky
I can't believe I made it out of this alive
Crawled ashore, I look up towards the sky

My soul it past down forty five
Heartbeats synchronized, yours with mine
Yours with mine
Hometown Heroes in disguise
We are the, we are the home (Home)
Hometown Heroes in disguise
And now it's our time to shine
The music hits the ears of passers by
Boardwalks and summer nights
Hand in hand, yours in mine
Yours in mine
Hometown Heroes in disguise
We are the, we are the home (Home)
Hometown Heroes in disguise
And now it's our time to shine
If you want to get down with the get down
Then step in line
Holla atcha boy
Cause it's my time to shine
Hometown Heroes in disguise
Hometown Heroes in disguise
We are the, we are the HOME
So fresh so clean unfamiliar to your eyes
And now it's our time, and now it's our time
And now it's our time to shine
Hometown Heroes in disguise

So this is what best friends do
They cut the ties and live the lives of everyone around you
It's no surprise, I guess it's true
They don't make em like they used to
Don't mistake my happiness for bitterness
Because the truth is
I'd rather pretend that I don't know you then to ever have to admit I ever knew you at all
Living in this frame doesn't seem so bad when you can't see from the outside in
So this is what best friends do
They cut the ties and live the lives of everyone around you
Its no surprise, I guess it's true
They don't make em like they used to
Watch who you call your friends
They don't make em like they used to
Watch who you call your friends
They don't make em like they used to
Now I lay me down to sleep
I told the Lord your soul is cheap
I'm every thing you wish you were
And everything you'll never be
So cover me in dirt and sand
I'll rest my head on top these hands
I sized this grave for comfort, space
You can't accept you've been replaced
I'm buried treasure
You can't accept you've been replaced
So this is what best friends do
They cut the ties and live the lives of everyone around you
Its no surprise, I guess it's true
They don't make em like they used to
Watch who you call your friends
They don't make em like they used to
Fuck you and all your friends

Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums trying to understand your logic
And you know I'm scared to death
To know this was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
We sat through your lectures of bullshit
Six promises never kept
And now I'm bored to death in this waiting room
These smoke and mirrors are suffocating
So here you go
You get what you've earned
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Lately I've been grinding my teeth to the gums
I try to understand your logic
But now I think it's safe to say
It was nothing more than your mid-life crisis
So here I'm sitting on the edge of my seat
Trying to find the right words to say
Why don't you shut your mouth and listen
I'm sorry but all your smoke and mirrors were suffocating
(were suffocating)
So here we go now
(So here we go now)
You get what you've earned
(You get what you've earned)
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
You're lacking in a little something we call heart
(You're lacking in a little something we call heart)
Write me once a week to let me know what you're up to
Please don't call, I'm pretty sure that you want to
You're lacking in a little something we call heart
Twenty percent of this mess left behind
and this half assed song to remember you by
I'll be sure to send you photos of all these clear skies
Everything gone in the blink of an eye
If we pass on the street I won't give you the time

Go ahead and take a walk in my shoes
Maybe you’ll find what I’ve been looking for
Cause living now at the end of time
Doesn’t seem so bad when we’ve got nothing left to lose
I’m changing with the seasons
First sign of spring I’ll be just fine
The sun only shines on paradise
And maybe we’ll get there someday
But for now just take my word
Cause this world’s an ugly place
So don’t change now
Please stay the same
I can’t keep living with my back against the wall
And I can’t lie to myself forever
Even if every step forward is five steps back
At least I’m getting somewhere
I’m changing with the seasons
First sign of spring I’ll be just fine
I don’t know where I’ve been for these past few months
I can’t believe that I got this low
I’ve been preaching ‘keep your head up kid’
When all along I’ve had mine buried in the sand
And I don’t know where I’ve been for these past few months
I can’t believe that I got this low
I’ve listened to the upsides, beside
Looking for the answers
The sun only shines on paradise
And maybe we’ll get there someday
But for now just take my word
Cause this world’s an ugly place
So don’t change now

This ships set sail
Now let the trade winds carry me away
This ocean has taken the best out of me
And this ship has seen better days
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
Where is home?
Where oh God do we go from here?
How do i find my way,
My way back to comfort
We'll make our way to the Crown Point
the path we followed has been swallowed alive
Theres no tracks to follow back behind
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
Where is home?
where oh God do we go from here?
How do i find my way,
My way back to comfort
Where is home?
Where oh God do we go from here?
How do i find my way,
My way back to comfort
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh)
(Woah Oh Oh Oh)
(We Are Nothing!)
We are Nothing without rivalries
These Battles Rage, On and On and On and On
We are Nothing without rivalries and these battles keep raging on.
This ships set sail
Now let the trade winds carry me away
This ocean has taken the best out of me
And this ship has seen better days
This ships set sail
Now let the trade winds carry me away
This ocean has taken the best out of me

God Damn, We're in for it now boys
State lines used to mark the borders
We're making our way one highway at a time
Avoiding tolls has turned this two hour trip into a nine hour drive
Hot boxing in the dead of summer
Legs dead in this captains chair
It's like a fucking head trip
And I can't breathe in this Carolina air
Staying up, All Day All Night
Word is, there's a party on Broad Street
Another night in another Walmart
I can't stand this Mississippi heat
Here we are day one its a million degrees
Loading in
Its a sin
But this'll work for me
In walks this kid without his shoes
He says he's here for the show
Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
We made out way down south let it finally begin
Day 9, Tennessee
I think we've finally made friends
And now I'm dreading this twenty hour ride back home
Hot boxing in the dead of summer
Legs dead in this captains chair
It's like a fucking head trip
And I can't breathe in this Carolina air
Staying up, All Day All Night
Word is, there's a party on Broad Street
Another night in another Walmart
I can't stand this Mississippi heat
Keep your head up, kid
Just cause you couldn't make it this time around
We'll see you next season
Just gimme one reason
By the next snow fall we'll be headed out west again!
Here we are day one its a million degrees
Loading in
Its a sin
But this'll work for me
In walks this kid without his shoes
He says he's here for the show
Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
We made out way down south let it finally begin
Day 9, Tennessee
I think we've finally made friends

I'll be home before you know it
Sleeping on your bedroom floor
And I can't think of anywhere in the world I'd rather be
I stole some pictures from your scrapbooks to take with me
So I feel like I'm safe at home
It's like I'm in your room when I can't sleep
But this time it's the passing lights that are from the road
I'll write you a letter once a week
To let you know where we are and what I've been thinking
Please don't forget to write me cause I can't stand this separation
I'll be home before you know it
Sleeping on your bedroom floor
And I can't think of anywhere in the world I'd rather be
I'll be home before you know it
Sleeping on your bedroom floor
And I can't think of anywhere in the world I'd rather be
Than right here with you
Count down these nights with me
I can see you're sick of waiting
It seems like it'll be forever until I'm back on your bedroom floor
I took some pictures of all the pretty fields we saw
And all the city skylines for you to see
I've got some pictures of the world to hang on your bedroom walls
So you can feel like I'm at home when you're alone
I'll be home before you know it
Sleeping on your bedroom floor
And I can't think of anywhere in the world I'd rather be
I'll be home before you know it
Sleeping on your bedroom floor
And I can't think of anywhere in the world I'd rather be
Than right here with you
Than right here with you

Your always talking, talking
But those lips will only get you so far, so far
You shake your hips for all the boys to see
But we've seen this tactic once or twice before
I've got a case of the Mondays
On a Tuesday afternoon
Wednesday can't come soon enough
to show me something good.
[x2]
It's only a matter of time
till you'll be walking that fine line
Between fact and fiction
I'm hoping you get the picture
But once these lies catch up,
who will be catching you now?
(YOU'VE GOT THE MOVES TO MAKE THE WORLD SHAKE)
(I'VE GOT THE TRUTH TO MAKE YOURS BREAK)
[x2]
(YOU'VE GOT)
You've got the moves to make the world shake
(I'VE GOT)
I've got the truth to make yours break
[x2]
I've got a case of the Mondays
On a Tuesday afternoon
Wednesday can't come soon enough
to show me something good.
[x2]
Cross your fingers and give it
Another go, whats the difference
I've got a case of the Mondays
On a Tuesday afternoon
Wednesday can't come soon enough
to show me something good.
[x2]
(You've got the moves to make the world shake)
I've got a case of the Mondays
On a Tuesday afternoon
(I've got the truth to make yours break)
Wednesday can't come soon enough
to show me something good.

I enjoy the company lately but
You and I are a crowd so I hope
You can understand that tonight
I wanna be with an old friend I've been missing
If I hold this in just one more day
I'm pretty sure I'm bound to break
I've waited way too long to get this off my chest
(But I know!)
I've been barking up the same damn tree
for the past two years
And maybe this time it's no one else's fault
But my own
Believe me I'm sorry if you took things too personally
I don't know where I've been for these past few months
I can't believe that I got this low
I've listened to the "Upsides" B-Side
Looking for the answers to what you've been asking
I've been preaching "Keep your Head Up, Kid!"
When all along I've had mine buried in the sand and
I think thats got to do with everything we never talked about
People constantly change all around me
The friends I had are completely different now
They've all been hyped up on shit and its making me sick
It's getting painful to watch them fail
I've been tracing these sidewalks
Until these side streets got the best of me
I'm a sucker for memories
(And the way things used to be)
I don't know where I've been for these past few months
I can't believe that I got this low
I've listened to the "Upsides" B-Side
Looking for the answers to what you've been asking
I've been preaching "Keep your Head Up, Kid!"
When all along I've had mine buried in the sand and
I think that's got to do with everything we never talked about
I think I've gotten better at letting shit go
Like that time down on market
Where we told Sixx I'm sorry
Or that time that Mike B. stopped calling completely
But let's be honest

I wish time was on our side
But your clock hands have got the best of me
I only hope that when I come back
You'll finally be ready for me
And I hope and I pray that you're sorry
And I hope that you know that I'm sorry
Cos I never thought I would be here
No I never thought I would be here
And I hope and I pray that you're sorry
And I hope that you know that I'm sorry
Well maybe this could be our year
So this is it, I'm coming home
I wonder if you spent this time alone
I'm the only one who cares
Well maybe I'm better on my own
And I hope and I pray that you're sorry
And I hope that you know that I'm sorry
Cos I never thought I would be here
No I never thought I would be here
And I hope and I pray that you're sorry
And I hope that you know that I'm sorry
I don't think this will be our year
I'm going to take the time to remind you
When you act like this, I despise you
I wrote this to let you know
I'm going to use this time to forget you
Cos I wish that I never met you
I wrote this to let you know
That I'm better off on my own
This was never my plan
But I hope that we could become friends
It wasn't you, it was me, I'll take the blame
Well you can go back to hell
Every word you say was a lie, I can tell
It wasn't me, it was you, so here's the blame
As a song in your name
I'm going to take the time to remind you
When you act like this, I despise you
I wrote this to let you know
I'm going to use this time to forget you
Cos I wish that I never met you
I wrote this to let you know
That I'm better off on my own
I wrote this to let you know

[Hook: x2]
We major league players, on a mission for our cash
Back up in that ass, kicking the do's down like the task
Ballers boss balling, crawling having fun
Superstars sipping bar, smoking killa by the ton
[Mr. 3-2:]
Southside Playaz, balling major league
Hitting homeruns, for the paper yes indeed
Full of hydro ponic weed, hungry on the chase
Back up in that ass, and we wrecking boys face
Paper plates on my vehicle, fresh up off the lot
Giving these poor hustlers, some'ing to talk about
These streets is hot, and burning up like the sun
I'm stacking and saving my feddy, balling having fun
Niggaz don't want none, I could see it in they eyes
Back since 9-9, playing the game 2-thou
Major league kinda guy, continues to steady mashing
Staying on top of all, with my hands in some action
The Governor and I'm taxing, want all the legal goods
Manufactured and distributed, supplying they whole hood
Thoed got it sewed up, like needle and thread
Moving on up in the big leagues, baby we breaking bread
[Hook x2]
[Clay-Doe:]
A major league player, known to provoke the hoes to approach
So nigga get close get a hole, in the lens of his locs
I don't know who guard the fort, when the shotgun blast
We back up in that ass, kicking the do' down like the task
Now all I mash, keep me me street no time for no gain
Big trucks with ceiling air dust, swallow the lane
Fuck bitch getting tangled, bitch it's hope reformed
Be bleeding on the block, like a open sore
[Smurf:]
Major league players, it be me the brick layer
Money by the ton, I can't see it no other way
I play these niggaz, like I add points and figgas
Microwaves to play, pyrexes to break
You better not buy, no dope for me
I tax for five for fifteen, grams my nig'
The game be shorter, but it's shorter when you fucking with me
Forever I ball, put that on the S.U.C.
[Hook x2]
[Mike D:]
Less of your game, running flames up your dukie shoot
You never peep my K, cause I'm catch 22
Run with Doe, 3 and the runt of the litter
Bases loaded I step in, like a true pinch hitter
Major nigga, by turning shakes to cakes
Let em hang on the interstate, and use these hoes for bait
Bringing home the bacon, cheddar cream and cash
From Y2K to 3K, we gon stay in that ass
[Duke:]
Keeping it heated, all day your paper deleted
Fucking with this young gun trap, rapid fire repeated
My game is thoed, nigga I'm too hot to hold
And best believe when we drop, we gon take this shit gold
Cause game is sold, by the tons the boat load
Keeping my mind on my money, and I'm staying in mash mode
I'm never alone, Y-C-T is my home
Southside Playaz got my back, I know fa sho Corleone