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[Verse 1]
Heatmakers
Crack music
Dipset
It's more than just music
You know the rest
Jones, ****
[Verse 2]
Try to blackball me, so I ask 'em where the hoop at? (Ballin')
Then in SoHo and L.A., askin' the valet where the coupe at?
(What up with that?)
Eighty for the jet that meet with Jay and then I flew back (Facts)
The Ace of Spade, they put up on my tab, a extra two stacks (True)
Signing my deal, they asked if I would sign for a mil (For what?)
I ask 'em, "Why would I do that when I already signed for a mil?" (You hear me?)
I'm a contract killer, bitch, had to sign up to kill
Put you on the boom list, the homies'll line you for real (Facts)
But I'm tryna just chill 'cause my mind is too ill
Don't provoke 'em too much 'cause we commit crimes for the thril
I'm a fucking bandit, you under-fucking-stand it? (You hear me?)
I run with G's, ****, fuck who the fuck you ran with
(Fuck 'em)
New York City, home of the pretty women (Harlem, what's up?)
Where you gotta get the dough before you get to winnin' (Get your money up)
Middle of the winter, I'm buyin' shit to swim in (Facts, ****)
****, you just buyin' them cars that my **** been in
[Verse 3]
So there was once upon a time when them **** tried to kill us
Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (Hey, baby)
DA told the judge, "They a bunch of drug dealers" (Fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
[Verse 4]
So there was once upon a time when them **** tried to kill us
Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (Hey, baby)
DA told the judge, "They a bunch of drug dealers" (Fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
[Verse 5]
I, I got acres in the boonies, I remember it was gloomy
And I only had five on it, Something like the Luniz
Now the Maybach is roomy, spent a 100K in Bloomies
But I got my own clothes, three million I made in Zumiez, baby
Legend, I maneuver cars
Who wants smoke?  I have it lookin' like a hookah bar
Superstar
Car ceiling lookin' like Mars, Venus, Jupiter
Pull strings like Garth Brooks on a new guitar
We the shit, we the shit, some foul manure
Long live the Set, glory glory hallelujah
Welcome back to the hallway loiterers
I made mills off the white girl, I exploited her
No disrespectin' the ladies, word from my team (Why?)
That's the reason Dame smacked Harvey Weinstein (Pervert)
On the set of Paid In Full, y'all gave him hell about it
Some foul shit happened once
Capo, tell 'em about it
[Verse 6]
So there was once upon a time when them **** tried to kill us
Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (Hey, baby)
DA told the judge, "They a bunch of drug dealers" (Fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
[Verse 7]
So there was once upon a time when them **** tried to kill us
Started gettin' money, so them bitches start to feel us (Hey, baby)
DA told the judge, "They a bunch of drug dealers" (Fuck 'em)
Throwin' up gang signs like they on them four wheelers
(Eastside)
Written by: Danny Jones Band
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