Chip Banks - We Made It lyrics

"Tony Starks fights again for survival And by just a thin thread of electric current Wins another victory." [Superb (Ghostface)] Ugh, c'mon, yeah, c'mon y'all (Bounce wit us) Hip-hop (What? Celebrities, what?) (Street corner) For all my n***as Crack spot n***as *Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it"* Chicken a** mothaf**as, envious b**hes Yo, you know what y'all... [Superb ] Make me wan' pop sumthin', no champagne Two-five on me, weed and crack on me b**h motherf**er tried to get a rep' off me Leave him there, never know, get him off me I remember days when we just f**ed b**hes Bought a lot of clothes and, played the ave Now we rap n***as with a lot of wardrobes And if we want a n***a dead we pay the cash I ain't tryin to waste my career on y'all Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on y'all But if I gotta go out, you know I'mma show out You gon' f** around and get your whole back blown out I remember on the Island, Cay tone out In the Mess Hall hall, about to zone out Dumb motherf**ers with our microphone out We just dumb motherf**ers with our microphone out [Chip Banks] See.. see.. see See me I roll with Ghost and Cats that carry they toast make the post and Front page and, center-staging When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man We rocked out own diamond rings, see them 'bling, bling' Got big boy toys, push sixes Dime b**hes, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed n***as hate Nino cause how fast I rose up Like George Jefferson and 'em, stepping on 'em The headline read, "Starks had the weapon on 'em" And the vest, what y'all expect? He a vet Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail When we dealing with 'Supreme Clientele [Hook: Superb - American Cream Team] (x2) From Rikers Island to the Cayman Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent [Ghostface k**ah] Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies Mingle among stars, I come in cat, invades Mars Highlight of the century, first bet placed upon entry Fainted when the book mentioned me Keep balling, new systems, high sciences Drop that, Ghost listening, track sizzling Angelica, Judy Plum for b**hes, Goines king of the century Best sellers for n***as, stay together Posted up trucks, leaning on the Benz cinemax smile Shot in thirty-five lens you program Broke bottles of Dom, seven inch bangles, back breakers I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, Popeye strength Rap with a British accent, Gucci clothes Dennis Coles in the latest fashions blow backs in Flip raps like forty-eight bundles Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Bryant Gumbel [Hell Razah] an*lyze This sh** like De Niro Words in your center earhole Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we been right since day zero Shatter your soul like gla** windows Turn virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows At fake cats in a Tahoe Wild out, throw your liquor bottles At hood rats to the richest models We conversate like Christ and the twelve apostles And life without you, held counsel with great men To murderers in the state pen Being caged in the wages of sin Before they read up they pop our tape in You ain't gotta tuck you chain in Cause here we want the head of Satan Doo-rags and our pants hanging *Chip Banks starts to sing "we made it" again* [Ghostface] Uh-huh, uh-huh That's right y'all Street corners Jail n***as Riker's Island Ge-Grey Haven Big Un That's right y'all Word up All y'all, all y'all crumbs We made it, n***a Step the f** off True indeed, true indeed Yeah, Ready Red That's right, my n***a Born That's right yo Lil' Free in the feds That's right, you'll be home n***a Yeah, we made it Yeah, C Allah, word up That's fam Yeah, check it out Staten Island True indeed Five boroughs Check it, uh-huh