[Intro: Armel]
Just got to smoke on a little something something, knahmean?
Brooklyn to L.A. (A&R) L.A. to Brooklyn
[Chorus: Armel]
Word is bond, thanks for the support
And people who brought volume 1, cuz it's on
Volume 2, huh, watch us bring heat
And use they own rap fans, to take over the streets
[Armel]
I duel with the art of the cards, Egyptian Gods
Pencil settle tiger, when I spit that saliva
It's nothing animated about a, automatic that's
Aiming at you, just because you're average
I'm married to the mic, so we can sex all night
I heard the fans like it raw, nowadays I'm not sure
Have you ever stepped to a person and sale your CD
But they think it's promotion, so they want it for free
Or a dude with his girl, he raps, she wanna cop it, in fact
He told her stop it, and quickly changed the topic
The trials and tribulations of growing in the game
As an up and coming MC, feel my pain
[Chorus 2X]
[Sharecka]
Listen, aiyo, I got music that's body moving
My point ready now, so it's time to use it
If it wasn't for hip hop, probably lose it
O-5, this is it, time to cut off the losers
This time, to study all of my movements, this time
You don't put the check in my hand, then I ain't doing it
Got my mental focus of an MTV
Younger daughter saying 'that's daddy in TV'
Wanna own the team, fuck, being MVP
Trips with the check writers, nuff shrimp to check Lighty
Eating dinners with Dame Dash, getting calls by Cohen
On the other line, I got Sean John, on hold
I do 'maybe', tell 'em I don't like his clothes
He replied an hour later, like I still got dough
All this dreaming, can't take it no more
Either get it now, or turn the gun around, and put my face to the four, bitch