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[Intro: Uptight director/label President] Cut, cut, cut SR, what are you guys doing Slow V & Retro where are the bitches and hoes, where's the platinum and the ice? Jeeze Louise, you guys plan to sell records with that shit Nobody likes that lyrical stuff, you need to stop that, you know the formula Talk about some shit that you can't afford, all right Now lets try this again, big pimping players!!! Action! [Verse 1: Slow V & Retrospect] [Slow V:] I got a chain, that's about as big as your budget And the cannon I'm busting will have you and your mans ducking 'Round here, dawg we be spraying in buckets Put your bodyguard to use so you didn't hire him for nothing [Retrospect:] I got the grill in my mouth, the gold on my neck Yacht boats, and hot clothes, got O's on my check And for those want to test, 44's hit you chest Young 'tro on the set, man I hold my respect [Slow V:] I'll have a hoe weak for about a whole week They need helmets and shit When I'm done, they nose bleed Clap two at cha mans and then stay low key Tough guy on the block but he running a 4-3 [Retrospect:] I'm on an emcee hustle, you can call it a mic grind More money in a day than you will see in a lifetime SongtexteOnly worried 'bout myself, 'cause I'm rapping for wealth I got more diamonds on my belt, than an African well [Slow V:] S-500, interior mink I got an M3 for the bitches pussy pink A brand new Lotus, It got to be loaded Plus the ice on my neck make these bitches loose focus [Retrospect:] Take a look at my house and you can tell me who's got it One pinky ring will send your four kids through college A true profit, spitting is how I make a living So don't talk about dealing if it ain't about billions, Nigga [Verse 2: Retrospect & Slow V] [Retrospect] Yo, Slow V & Retro's like a fresh flow From a river with lyrical minerals The best yo So let go, yes, oh [Slow V:] Keep you mind blown with this hydro The realest it gets, even our haters is loving this shit It's SR nigga so salute, no suites, no troops Just the truth in our daily commutes [Retrospect:] We live in the booth, literally Just give us a stereo beat and Pay attention as we bury your fleet It's scary to me, how young niggaz half your age Can just come up on your stage and take fans away [Slow V:] We rip them apart, 'till them niggaz needing new parts Damage more than they flesh and leave more than a scar Niggaz duck when our albums drop What we spit up in this booth Them niggaz going to need more than a mop [Retrospect:] And more than the cops To hold flows boiling this hot We handle shit like Donald When it comes to the guap [Slow V:] It don't stop [Retrospect] When it's representing that hip-hop We Nike shit and Timberlands Ya'll niggaz on flip-flops [Slow V:] The realest to kill it, it's vivid Just admit it you feel it Acidic the lyrics the beat Just admit it the sickest If this shit were a jail, we'd have the best bars Slow V, Retrospect, SR, yes, y'all [Scratch:] What you heard is true Slow V & Retro, SR but that's sir to you Aus Songtexte Mania