Glc - Heavy Hitters lyrics

[Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, heavy hitters fo' life You rappers think I give a f** about the way that they spit Wanna be on my album but don't want me on they sh** Everybody thought I was makin' a compilation I was really makin' myself they competition Fresh off the plane from the All-Star game Bone girls on TV so it's All-Star trains Just picture man, no snitchin' man Somethin' for the fiends fresh out the kitchen man Last 9/11 I was poor on the ave 'Til I pluraled my math Now it's Porsche 911 and I'm floorin' the gas Gotta lotta problems, money's one that I not have no more Uh, well Dame look at how everybody changed Tell Jay that I'm 'bout to change the game Tell B.I.G. that we about to get paid All my n***as about to have it made This makes everything else sound played Goddamn Kanye! (Kanye, Kanye) Now hold up Ain't nobody messin' with me dog Now you say it (ain't nobody messin' with you at all) I told dude "You can't even rap on my interlude" Now does that make me as rude as Jude? (When the album comin' out?) Man the peoples is askin' Yamamoto Adidas is sick with the fashion Y'all already got dough so just spit for the pa**ion The way ya rhyme give me Tribe Called Quest‹ flashbacks And let's not even bring up the tracks man Nope, nope, let's not do that man You eatin' up the game like Pac-Man He got the whole world shakin' just like crack fiends [Hook: Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, Roc-a-Fella is fo' life Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up Throw your diamonds Let the beat ride out for a minute [GLC (Kanye West)] Let's take it there, take it there man It's not supposed to be ??? ??? (GLC where you at homie?) How many n***as you know that put their life on the line to get signed? Did a few high crimes, almost had lights out After the sunshine you thinkin' it might count How could I might doubt, just look at my account I used to work at the mall with nothin' at all Seein' n***as that ball, that sh** was depressin' Keep my clothes in the cleaners, I ain't with the pressin' When I copped them pounds it was my best investments Dre got shot and that taught me a lesson For stickin' n***as up and them rubbery ma**es Last like Batman minus the tight pants Would hit your baby momma but her elbows is ashy Fo' different blues, man your outfit is clashin' You ain't got no muscles you weakling ba*tard Man look at your haircut Mm hmm, mm hmm, NAW, your hair s**s How many n***as you know is really heavy hitters '87 go getters, two hoes like John Ritter Even did it on his crime picture and yeah And offers to sell and yell, uh [Hook: Kanye West] Heavy hitters fo' life, Roc-a-Fella is fo' life Throw your diamonds up, throw your diamonds up Throw your diamonds