Loaded Lux - Rite (Rmx) lyrics

[Hook] My vision gettin' clearer, I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm sayin' to myself: "That's a fly n***a." Harlem is the city, got all my n***as with me You know that they get busy (Let's ride, n***a!) Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot, right? Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot, right? [Verse 1: Loaded Lux] Play the benchl the starters is stayin' in My thinking cap on, I'm 'bout ready to raise the brim Been bathing in the money so, honey, the famous win I got enough fans, ain't looking to make a friend Bad news for n***as with rap moves The facts prove I'm way up in the stat pool If cash rules, the bread good, then you fast food Thought I left, but I'm right on 'em, like tattoos Mirror on the wall, who's the flyest of all? Maybe the monologue, or fancy designer clothes Buyin' out the bar for baby behind the bar So you can tell them n***as retire, I'm on my job They want me as a martyr, drop the hem on a mama R.I.P. out to Huddy and light a candle for Harlem Bring the n***as that knew me and b**hes that love me truly 100 bands in the box and bury me in my Gucci [Hook] My vision gettin' clearer, I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm sayin' to myself: "That's a fly n***a." Harlem is the city, got all my n***as with me You know that they get busy (Let's ride, n***a!) Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot, right? Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot, right? [Verse 2: Redman] All my fans say "f** you!" in they fan mail ‘Cause I had they main girl on a hand-held I go to the store, they try to pop my fan-belt Then I body 'em in the street, like Cornbread Earl Boy, I'm that thorough, I'm like a pitbull Windex in the pen to make it crystal 170, but in rap I'm a big dude So yeah, I got bars, like a Gym Room Boy, I'm that dirty, so tell the rap jury That tennis the only way a n***a gon' serve me My black MAC Bernie, I even mack siri sh**, I'm k**in' the mic, like Conrad Murray Get your weight up, boy, you wan' hustle with it Even my protein bars got muscle in it Pop my trunk, pop yours, nothin' in it I'm cool, so hold up, wait a minute! [Hook] My vision gettin' clearer, I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm sayin' to myself: "That's a fly n***a." Harlem is the city, got all my n***as with me You know that they get busy (Let's ride, n***a!) Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot, right? Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot, right? [Verse 3: Method Man] Lux, I'm loaded, 'bout ready to spit a verse On haters I unloaded, be ready to get his hearse I'm 'bout to send him notice if Harlem don't get him first Send him down to unemployment ‘Cause homie gon' get this work Hot Benz, every honey is top ten If she hops in, then more than likely we not friends Look, I'm locked in, hit you like Skelly, your top spin First I pop, then I'm out, like Pirelli's on stock rims Flyest in the game, still applyin' the pain Since Milk was Top Billin' and Lyte was ridin' the train These paper thin villains get scraped and thrown in the flame 85% of rappers is fake and so is they chain Now, that's a no-brainer; 36 in my chamber Now a moment of silence, I throw a L up for Banga Lyricist, not a singer, don't ever forget it's gangsta Ladies they get the thumbs up, coppers they just get the finger [Hook] My vision gettin' clearer, I'm lookin' in the mirror I'm sayin' to myself: "That's a fly n***a." Harlem is the city, got all my n***as with me You know that they get busy (Let's ride, n***a!) Dah, dah, daditty dah dee dah, daditty dah dee day You n***as know I'm hot, right? Dah, dah, daditty dah dee day, daditty dah dee day You tryin' to take my spot, right?