1-900-Hustler (Feat. Memphis Bleek & Freeway)
Jay-Z
3:51Told y'all Dynasty, Roc-A-Fella Records, you heard me? Unstoppable, niggas, uh Memph Bleek, (Jigga) Amil-lion, Sigel Sigel ya heard It's a Dynasty, who do you believe? Jiggaman, mo' better, mo' cheddar Fo' knock the man off your Polo sweater Roll with the R-O-C, A-Fella Remember me? The teachers used to fail us Now it's mo' scrilla, ho killers Fo'-wheelers, we gorillas Oh please feel us, we heat holders Fightin'? Listen boy, Roy Jones couldn't steal us The plot thickens, the block clickin' We got the game tied up, stop trippin' Jiggaman, huh? Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uh Cat be him, El Cap-i-tan The fire I spit burnt down Happyland Social Club, we unapproachable thugs Non-social, gone postal Great aim, harm the arm close to your toast Like a Don's supposed to, Shawn I thought I told you, these ain't just vocals Don't make me take it to the old school I put holes through your hoes too Through your clothes to the foes to the nigga close to you Fuck it, Jiggaman, huh? Sigel Sigel y'all Amil-lion what? Memph Bleek Y'all dudes don't get it, come wit it Fifth loaded with slugs that'll rest in your fitted It's M dot E-M, the Roc be them Got the mamis sayin' look, who can stop be them? You wan' press your dumb luck, get blam blam-ed up I crush your larynx, you talk 'bout us, nigga No obituary, I get it critical You know Memph'll hit the pall bearer liftin' you When I cock the plastic, make 'em drop the casket When it's hot, I'm blastin', it's the Roc, you bastards Jigga Man what? Amil-lion, yeah Memph Bleek, huh? Sigel Sigel come on Spit acid, come on With your bullshit smash hit, get your bullshit smashed in Niggas wanna front and get jumped Bet the Ruger give your right side a nice-sized lump Nigga, we are the supreme squad You can dream hard but reality is We push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads Puff the green raw, we as real as it get We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas Bitches don't talk to us, the hoes they e-mail us Nigga, Jiggaman what? Memph Bleek, huh? Amil-lion, yeah, Sigel Sigel rap R (dot) O (dot) C (dot) stop From Tower to ma and pop, I move out stop Shower your mom block, move out with Glocks Raw to the cook, look, move out them blocks Take it to the bucks who be grindin' it up Usually take it to the dubs so they diamond it up Competition, linin' 'em up Forty-five ACP, lemon squeeze, lime 'em up You want, drama what, well silence it up Since a young buck, violent as fuck Wasn't me, dawg, the high will do it I used to wild off embalming fluid I sent niggas to the trauma unit Forty-five or the nine'll do it I fuck around and have your moms go through it, I'm a beast Shit, niggas always wanna ye shit, then they wanna cease shit When they motherfuckin peeps hit But I don't cease nuttin', I decease somethin' I fuck around and have you sleepin' underneath somethin' Jiggaman what? Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek, uh, Amil-lion right Yo, A to the M-I, feminist Holdin' the semi, leave niggas faced with a dilemma Am I, gon' run or stay, can I Get away no you can't, can't I surrender? And I, lazy bop, Mercedes hot In my way through the tunnel like Lady Di' Jiggaman, huh? Sigel Sigel y'all Memph Bleek what? Amil-lion, uh