2011 BET Cypher feat Wale, Stalley, Pill, Meek Mill & Rick Ross
Wale:] Arms ripped, I'm a double MG nigga Running this shit bet you lil' niggas flea-flicker Windows down, letting bitches snicker Got cheap bitches, got cheap liquor Drop a C-note on strippers at the casino I make movies: them Kill Bill's and Tarantino's Lyrically Aristotle, lyrically can't see it Them bammas can't see the bars, y'all some paralegals I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal Cover the building in green my nigga: Fred Segal Ha, I pay that 90210 talk Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards What you think I flow for? Y'all niggas is old dog Y'all over the hill like you tryna race a soapbox And even if I'm broke, dog I'd rather have me no job than no heart Wale!
[Pill:] [Stalley:] Picture this: picking kicks out of Foot Locker Thinking how I could run evil and let the good conquer I'm mixing madd emotions, you know the hood'll haunt ya Driving you bonkers, eating roaches, yeah: just look at Yonkers Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters Tryna be some mobsters They call me conscious, and I think I'm better Cause I'll be honest: I ain't tryna be a victim of the projects Or a uniformed man, I'm tryna uniform 10 million men Unify them, mob through, take over Maybe I'm beyond myself, maybe these are my thoughts: Should I die by myself insubordinate? I start a revolution by myself, you better call for help Til there's no telling whose side are you on? Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from
[Meek Mill:] Self-made, 50K the first week I signed with Maybach, and we did that ish the 1st week Before this rapping, I was trappin', getting work cheap Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap Sheesh! I'm like R.I.P I dropped 2Pac Back and did it B.I.G America's most wanted like Chi Ali I'm too young to be doing this, they need to see ID Ross said I'm hot, TIP said I'm hot, Swizz said I'm hot Your chick said I'm hot I went and bought a whip for some chicks and a drop Now my watch fruity colors like Trix in a box The money ain't running, it's standing still now I'm getting it, hustlin' like I'm still down Suckas is talking like I ain't still around They can't [deal] (undefined) with me, I got a deal now Big face hundreds, big face Rolls I be throwing deuces to suckers they don't know me MMG the team, and I think I'm Kobe I'm ridin' on that thing with 20's like Ginobli G-5 sitting on the runway Just to go to LIV on a Sunday I spend it make it right back on a Monday All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play
[Rick Ross:] If you don't know, Maybach is the clique I'm screaming "Maybach! " til I'm rich All the chicks see the money, flow's never bummy Sat to the silks, I'm icy when it's sunny Look around: we the largest in the game All them other boys targets and I'm flawless with the aim Hit your block with a [?] on deck North Philly, Meek Milly - where my doggs at DC, Wale - nice ball cap New Rolls Royce, Royce, yeah I'm all that A couple milli in the bag and my face good [Buy] (undefined) a chick a new bag when she taste good 10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood Smoke [?] you know it taste good Scoop pills, 5 G's on a phone bill Sunlife Stadium, smoke on my home field MMG man, we smoked out