Rick Ross - BET MMG Cypher lyrics

[Wale] Off rip, I'm a double M-G n***a Running this sh** bet you lil' n***as flea-flicker Windows down, letting b**hes snicker Got cheap b**hes, got cheap liquor Dropping C-notes on strippers at the casino I'm making movies: them k** Bill's and Tarantino's Lyrically Aristotle, lyrically can't see it Them bammas can't see the bars, y'all some paralegals I smoke sweets in the suite, like this sh** is legal Cover the building in green my n***a: Fred Segal Ha, okay that 90210 talk b**hes talk to me, and they send you n***as postcards What you think I flow for? Y'all n***as is old dog Y'all over the hill like you tryna race a soapbox And even if I'm broke, dog I'd rather have no job than no heart Wale! [Pill] Flow retarded, I need to wipe the slob after every bar Wreck beats daily, have 'em looking like Halle Berry car Accidents happen when I got the Mac in hand Mic defibrillator give haters heart attacks in advance It's M-O-E, so all I need is more chips Swag stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips Ugh! Pill hotter than a snotty nose Body doze, who not exposed, give em karate blows Liu Kang the way I kick it, bumping Wu Tang Try to protect the neck, I ? from ya boo thang Parking lot of the blue flame, flows hotter than butane If you lame, the only way you hang is like Hussein See, there's a war going on and I'm the general And I'mma speak it directly at ya: no subliminals See, all my life I was raised by a lot of criminals So all I know is scratching my pistols and my genitals [Stalley] Picture this: picking kicks out of Foot Locker Thinking how I could rid evil and let the good conquer I'm mixing mad emotions, you know the hood'll haunt ya Driving you bonkers, eating roaches, yeah: just look at Yonkers Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters, tryna be some mobsters They call me conscious, and I think I'm better Cause I'll be honest I ain't tryna be a victim of the projects or a uniformed man I'm tryna uniform 10 million men Unify them, mob through, take over and Maybe I'm beyond myself, maybe these are my thoughts Should I die by myself insubordinate? I start a revolution by myself, n***as better call for help Til there's no telling whose side are you on? Pick one or move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from [Meek Mill] Self-made, 60K the first week I signed with Maybach, and we did that ish the 1st week Before this rapping, I was trappin', getting work cheap Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap Sheesh! I'm like R.I.P I dropped 2Pac Back and did it B.I.G America's most wanted like Chi Ali I'm too young to be doing this, they need to see ID Ross said I'm hot, Tip said I'm hot, Swizz said I'm hot Your chick said I'm hot I went and bought a whip for some chicks and a drop Now my watch fruity colors like Trix in a box The money ain't running, it's standing still now I'm getting it, hustlin' like I'm still down s**as is talking like I ain't still around They can't deal with me, I got a deal now Big face hundreds, big face Rollies I be throwing deuces, s**ers they don't know me MMG the team, and I think I'm Kobe I'm ridin' on that thing with 20's like Ginobli G-5 sitting on the runway Just to go to LIV on a Sunday I spend it make it right back on a Monday All my n***as rolling, and we bout that gun play Meek Milly MMG [Rick Ross] If you don't know, Maybach is the clique I'm screaming "Maybach!" til I'm rich All the chicks see the money, clothes never bummy Satin to the silks, I'm icy when it's sunny Look around: we the largest in the game All them other boys targets and I'm flawless with the aim Hit your block with a Glock, blog that North Philly, Meek Milly - where my dogs at DC, Wale - nice ball cap New golds Rolls Royce, yeah I'm all that Couple milli in the bag and my face good Buy a chick a new pad when she taste good 10 chains, hustle hard: Ace Hood Smoke ? you know it taste good Scoop pills, 5 G's on a phone bill Sunlife Stadium, smoke on my home field MMG man, we smoked out