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Is he singlehandedly trying to bring the Ghetto back?
With Ken Cut, Sam Cook, yo, and Meat Matt'
(Meat Matt') Gamez Mast', Ben Ellis
DJ Dyce, Fatnice, all the fellas
We used to have the block locked like Parker Brothers
Sorry, A.P. add to the pocket, brothers
What’s up, Bahamadies? And the Tanzanies?
Malik Allahs, Mecca Stars, and the Lady B’s?
84, yo, for sure got the recipe
Dig in your brain, man, like mental telepathy
Once we’re in it, yo, we steer it and drive
Hurt’s the antidote that keep your spirit alive
If you listen to me now, I’ll tell you no lies
Just stop and recognize and open your eyes and say:
Is that he? (Is that he?) Is that him? (Is that him?)
Is that the brother with the patent leather Top Ten?
With so much power, people can’t stop him
Yes, y’all, yo, let’s rhyme to the top ten
(Top ten) He is (He is), he go (He go)
Ain’t that the cat that be with Blaak in the studio?
Report the life morn' to morn'
Cue the mics, dim the lights, press «Play» and «Record» and go…
While y’all hating on him, the world waiting on him
NASDAQ and Dow Jones banking on him
Momma said, «Throw the blanket on ‘em.» I’m like
«Mom, fuck the love. Let’s do the Troy Aikman on ‘em»
Win three ‘ships, sit in the booth. Once
I’m done with the thing, throw it down to the youth. This might
Seem a little bit confusing to you, but my
Focus to stay noticed and deliver the truth and say:
Is that he? (Is that he?) Is that him? (Is that him?)
Is that the brother with the patent leather Top Ten?
With so much power, people can’t stop him
Yes, y’all, yo, let’s rhyme to the top ten
(Top ten) He is (He is), he go (He go)
Ain’t that the cat that be with Blaak in the studio?
Report the life morn' to morn'
Cue the mics, dim the lights, press «Play» and «Record» and go…
Big up to Brother Chuck, Sister Ceil'
Yo, when shit get real, come to your crib and get a meal
For every couch I ever slept on
See, for years, I was stepped on, constantly slept on
Yeah, I can’t believe it neither. Been in
The crib so long writing songs, caught cabin fever
This is for all the skeptics, nonbelievers
Catch every thing that I say like wide receivers
And y’all can’t take that from me. On the
Decks, you got to respect Jeff and Cash Money
So there. Bring the kick and the snare
While I snack on this chicken and beer, and you all say:
Is that he? (Is that he?) Is that him? (Is that him?)
Is that the brother with the patent leather Top Ten?
With so much power, people can’t stop him
Yes, y’all, yo, let’s rhyme to the top ten
(Top ten) He is (He is), he go (He go)
Ain’t that the cat that be with Blaak in the studio?
Report the life morn' to morn'
Cue the mics, dim the lights, press «Play» and «Record» and go…