Créditos
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Memphis Bleek
Stimme und Gesang
Freeway
Stimme und Gesang
JAY-Z
Stimme und Gesang
Omillio Sparks
Stimme und Gesang
Peedi Crakk
Stimme und Gesang
Rell
Stimme und Gesang
Young Gunz
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Shawn Carter
Songwriter:in
Maurice White
Songwriter:in
Verdine White
Songwriter:in
Kenneth Johnson
Songwriter:in
Dwight Grant
Songwriter:in
J. Smith
Songwriter:in
C. Reis
Songwriter:in
H. Muhammad
Songwriter:in
Leslie Pridgen
Songwriter:in
Umar Saeed Alwan
Songwriter:in
EDUARDO DEL-BARRIO
Songwriter:in
Gerrell Gaddis
Songwriter:in
Malik Cox
Songwriter:in
Pedro Zayas
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Just Blaze
Produzent:in
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Doug Wilson
Mischtechniker:in
Tony Dawsey
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Letras
We're the ones with the flame
We're the fire that remains
We're controllin' the game
From now on
Yeah
It's the world-renowned, internationally connected
Locally accepted Roc-A-Fella Records
Don't get it confused
Doing what we do, B. Sig
Rell, Peedi Crakk
Free, Young H-O, Bleek
Introducin'
It's Young C, home of Philly, young and hungry
All the girlies wanna fall in lust with me
And every hood in the world discussin' me
I hit it once, when I'm done, give it up to me
It's Neef Buck, out the cut (Neef Buck, out the cut)
All the haters wanna claim that they fuck with us
It ain't a game, **** know that they Toys 'R' Us
They can't fuck with us, who? So
I'm the one
Man, I'm money, hoes, clothes, and shows
To do with your ho all wrapped in one (I'm not done)
Man, I'm the shit after it's all said and done
The one to cop one, come back, do another one (Quick fast)
Like rapid refund, I'm the
Mean, green, out the money machine
I'm not done, I'm Emilio
In interviews and thought you could hold Sparks in the hood? (Come here, hon)
You like it
All them haters talkin' shit, we don't like it
We love it, that black mask, black glove shit
Roll up on him, don't budge, bitch
With my MAC and my TEC
And my vest just like that
For them **** that be thinkin' Mack Milli ain't really from the streets
I'm that gallstone trapped in the belly of the beast
Those seen here will lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
Our voices will ring together (Ring)
As one
It's young Free, move, workin' the wheel, hand jerkin' the V
Busters know if you cross the line, thinkin' I'm off my job
But I'm on like Chris when he popped his cuz
Thinkin' them slugs'll fly
Call me PC, tempers spillin', I peel
Look how I'm killin' the wheel
The fitted tilt to the left
The shirt blend with the sweats
Your girl, skirts and veils, she undressin', don't stare
Take a picture, ****, packin' the bills
I'm the one
Young H-O, a game of none
What you think I'd do to the brain of that dame you brung?
Listen, hon, twist up one, this is on me, sip some
This only forty proof, it feel like one-fifty-one
When I'm done, make a run with the Roc
Rock Air Force 1's, rock a bun, hide shit in her hair when I come
Through customs, cops can't bust 'em
It's Hov the hustler, I'm havin' one hell of a run
And you like it
All them haters talkin' shit, we don't like it
No, we love it
I got a mami with a body, don't touch it
You can't fuck with Young Easy up on the Just Blaze production
You get nothing, we get enough spins
Can't stop us from coppin' bottles while we clubbin'
It's the R-O-C forever, tell the public, huh?
Those seen here will lead you forever
And we will not leave you, never
And our voices will ring together (Ring)
As one
Written by: C. Reis, Dwight Grant, Eddie del Barrio, H. Muhammad, J. Smith, Kenneth Johnson, Leslie Pridgen, M. Cox, Maurice White, P. Zayas, Shawn Carter, Umar Saeed Alwan, Verdine White