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(feat. Kardinal Offishall, Sly Boogy) [Intro: Kardinal Offishall] Yeah, uh huh uh huh Circle (huh), uh huh uh huh T-Dot, uh huh uh huh Kardinal, what it is though niggaz Yo check it (what I need!) [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] What I need is for niggaz to let me live (man, chill!) Deal with niggaz who's blood spill Empty a couple clips and they label niggaz assassins Fact, show them my life is worth more than a contract (what I need) What I need is for chickens to stop tricking, licking the kitten And hitting every rap nigga's hit (what I need) What I need is for people to love one God, one hoe, one time Nigga, respect the rhyme (word) Chew the way that I flex, it's next level shit Turn off the beats, I cross off the treble shit What I need is for money to match clothes Fifty dollars a word (word), million dollars a show (show) Billion dollars a video, ten bucks a hoe! Billion dollars a dozen, the Circle niggaz know (yeah) One dollar per president, fifty cents a CEO Pay back but I still retake yo (blah!) Songtexte [Chorus: Prince Paul] We keep it hot when we up in the spot Everytime when we on the grind Make it happen if you calling the shots Do you and I'm a handle mine My 2-way and my cellular phone Be blowing up in a rediculous way Sipping the game like I'm slanging the zone The Mary Jane or a nickle of lle What I need [Verse 2: Sly Boogy] What I need is a first-class ticket And a five star luxury suite so I can kick it (what I need) What I need is a fat ass podium And my money up front when I'm packing a coliseum (what I need) What I need regular rotation across the nation On every radio station Now that you know nigga, what you gone do? And let me know so I can put the homies on too From day one you been jacking you jaw Like you is a boss hog nigga, raw acting a flaw Talking about the mad connects and you cash your checks But I have yet to see you flex and make it manifest Claiming you got the hooks sitting up in the cut When it's really another motherfucker plugging me up You question my credibility and test with threats But you better show respect when you address the vet (what I need) What I need is for you to quit bumping your gums And shut the fuck up and quit jumping the gun Cause we on the same team and came for cream And we reign supreme, swimming in the mainstream (what I need) What I need is some peace of mind and a fine dime With an old piece behind Some sticky green lime and a bottle of wine So I can glide in my ride with the seats reclined [Chorus: Prince Paul] [Outro: Announcer talking] Politics of the business Politics of the business Politics of the business Politics of the business Aus Songtexte Mania